It the the thought that rang like thunder through her mind as the first slash tore into her shield at her side. So much stronger. Unbelievably strong. Hopelessly strong. If a second blow hadn't followed the first it would have sent her sliding across the floor, but it did, and she couldn't even react as the lance struck her. Over and over, she felt her shield crumbling, cracking. She felt the warm wash of blood where it had been stretched too thin to protect.
<Peyton run!>
Warrick was screaming, howling in rage as as a final hit finally sent her crashing to the floor in a boneless heap. She couldn't run. She could barely move. Stunned, hurt, blood running in pink rivulets from her sides and arms as the water from the sprinklers continued to rain down on them.
<Get up! Get out of there! NOW!>
She had to shake her head to clear it, a groan passing pink lips as she pushed herself up, but it wouldn't be enough. She knew that.
Then a light, a wash of warmth like a hot wind across her skin and all the pain faded to nothing. That was more of a shock than the attacks had been, because she didn't know where it had come from until a frantically waving Moon managed to snag her attention. He was yelling at her, but she couldn't hear him, and in a matter of seconds he was swallowed up by the crowd again and she was left alone with Finn.
Or not so alone, as Jack seemed to materialize from the shadows behind her shortly after her shield was buffed. (Truly it was a disappointment that Chel wasn't there to comment on Batman melodrama.) The open wound at his face and neck had blackened to the point of numbness, but it no longer concerned him. In his retreat from the camp, he had realized that there was no point in fighting off the infection if its creations simply kept coming back or amassing into something more horrifying. Better to join and grow strong than to die weak.
Even in his madness, however, he recognized Peyton, and that had been enough for him to zero in on her. In a burst of unrelated anger that merely fueled what the disease had wrought, he struck out at her limp figure.
Had he and Finn retained their minds, they still would have considered this sport. Jack eyed him warily nevertheless, bristling.
hp: 60 (INFECTED) target: heyo peyo damage: 3 charge: 1/3 life hunter: runics 5ever x2 against armored/laughing
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Gretchen had to clasp a hand over her mouth to keep from screaming when she saw what was waiting for them in the camp, and if she'd had a hand free she'd have made a grab for the back of Lukas' coat. Instead she gripped her weapon all the tighter, fingers molten, arms trembling as she watched him race into the chaos to aim an attack at what might have been an arm.
It was reckless, it was ridiculous, it was dangerous. They'd warned her. God, did they warn her, but she didn't want to believe it. Didn't want to wrap her mind around what it all might mean. Now she had no choice, she had to accept it.
Finally she was thankful for the rain of water from the sprinklers, because it hid the tears as she charged in right after her fellow Death. Not to attack, but to defend.
"Cain!" This as she raced towards the fight. "Cover us!" Heal them, watch their backs. ********, she didn't even know. Just don't die!
She was sitting on a clothing shelf, coldly stared at the entrance for any creature would have appeared. The things inside the boutique - nothing was intact. The small confined area was like trampled by an unknown monster and suffered from great depredations.
The petite shadow snorted at the announcement said with a panic tone, it was too dark and only the pink runes reflected dim lackluster lights on the face. He'd said 'knock them out when they see them', that meant no one can be trusted. The glaze-over was without focus as she hopped off the shelf and landed on the floor lithely, leaving all the messes behind her.
Jordan.
Robert.
Mimsy.
The names mentioned were too dear to be missed, she felt a pang of pain but it vanished too quick for her emotions to flow. Each step to the main camp was full of complex sentiments: hostility, sadness, confusion and aloofness, she could feel nothing besides the butterfly fluttering its wings on her ankle - it craved for violence, fear, anxiety, all sorts of negative emotions. It whispered to her to smash things blocking her way, to knock down anybody wanted to hurt her - all of them.
The main camp was in havoc, of course it did, the giant monster was having a big feast over the infected, the creatures with the same green eyes. "Cannibalism?" she murmured, getting closer to it. Shu smiled, in a way different from her usual cheerful bright beam when she lunged at the beast with her hammer.
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Shu [INFECTED] HP: 47/50 Death Intermediate: 2d10-4 (usable 10 times) 2d12-6 Weapon: Hammer - Melee ARMOURED/ LAUGHING: x2 damage
Lex was already beginning to regret that he'd ran from Thomas and Nora, even though Thomas was showing paranoia and Nora - well, Nora had seemed a bit of a wreck the entire time. He hoped they would live. God, let them live, let their blood not be on his hands and their names not be on the what makes Lex a bad person list.
The mad dash he made to the base camp was a blur, tunnel vision set in on the trail of fresh zombie gore the beast had made in its wake to attack their base of operations. Black tar blood and guts, dismembered limbs, a wake of fluids dark brown and crimson. Lex had to tie his scarf even tighter around his nose to keep from adding vomit to the most disgusting floor in the world. He skid to a halt once the beast was in firing range, cocking the winged hammer of the pistol back.
< Yesssss. Let them hear me. >
The griffin hadn't shut up since he'd absorbed enough FEAR to unleash the blast, and Lex was frankly tired of hearing it. The weapon could be annoying enough when fully charged, but compounded with the hell the Lifer found himself in, the weapon's wailing was sheer torture. He inhaled, straightening his back and gripping the butt with both hands, squeezing the trigger with a grimace. Familiar golden light erupted in a violent burst from the barrel, a screaming soprano partnered with the burst and carried all the way until it hit the beast dead in its disgusting head.
She noticed there were others, but it didn't matter to her. The cold amber eyes stared at crowd, watching them being hurt and yelped under the beast's teeth and million claws. She waited, and just waited, didn't intend to help or do anything. She wasn't afraid, but a hatred of everything and indifferent feels toward all the people.
There were familiar faces, but she didn't feel the need to assist or defend them. She hated them, every single of them, for that they were all liars. She saw someone rolled over and his arm was gushing red liquids, he would be infected and disposed of, she thought. Hunters were all disposables, their lives worth nothing.
She dodged him and held her hammer to thrash at its multiple limbs, it was not as powerful as heavy class weapons. Yet, it was more than enough to bring a sudden unexpected numb, buying more time for the others to attack. To her, it was just an outlet for the unexplained hostility.
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Shu [INFECTED] HP: 44/50 Death Intermediate: 2d10-4 (usable 10 times) 2d12-6 Weapon: Hammer - Melee ARMOURED/ LAUGHING: x2 damage
Even as Noah took the full brunt of the attack prior, even as he still did not physically retaliate, even as he braced himself for more. Al saw him as a threat, he saw him as his judge, jury, and executioner. He just was not quite dead yet. In his mind, he might as well already be dead.
He lifted Nuru up above his head and swung him down on top of Noah, the attack was deflected by arms and hands held up defensively. It was a trick. Was it too late not for vengeance? Was his strength deserting him now along with his own mind?
He didn't want to go like this - he wasn't ready. He had so much more life to live. He snarled like an animal, trying to look as fierce as possible while being cornered and outmatched. The question repeating over and over in his mind until it consumed his every function, "Why?" He asked again with a ragged panic laced in his tone.
HP - 46/50 DMG - 4 < 6 def = 0 TAR - Noah CRG - 1/3 BUFF - Death Intermediate: -2 from damage modifier 6/15 Melee weapon: Double damage against ARMOURED type.
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'Let me fix you.' Horace's teeth clenched. Wasn't that just what everyone wanted to do, he thought wryly. He opened his mouth to respond, to try and beat some sense into Jordan's infection-muddled brain, but that slow drawl turned abruptly into speed. Ferros slammed into him, knocking him painfully back into a wall. The breath left his body and in that same, painful moment, Jannisari hissed to life on his fists. He cursed internally, and coughed, feeling all of his ribs seize upexcruciatingly. This was not a pain he'd chosen. Still, he bared his teeth and tried to think past it.
{this is not a fight you can win.} {I know, Doctor. But I have to try, don't I?} Silence from Dr. Jannisari was her only reply - he hadn't expected her to condone nor condemn his actions. Horace's thoughts raced. A dribble of blood ran down his lip; he'd bitten through it on impact. He didn't pause to wipe it up, but pressed back against the wall and then launched himself at Jordan. He grabbed Jordan's arm, twisting it. "This isn't you!" His word were punctuated with a strike to the other hunter's side, hoping that the sharp dig of the spikes would somehow unstopper his ears. Horace's hand slipped on Jordan's arm, and he briefly felt the warm metal of Ferros.
"Ferros!" he yelled, hoping that somehow, maybe, Jordan's partner would be unaffected, would be able to do something. "Help him!" It was a yell born of diminishing options and vanishing hope. Horace knew he would not be able to knock Jordan out, ever. He was too strong, too fast, even with his shambling gait and shambling speech. He didn't even know what his aim was - it didn't make sense to stay, to fight back, but his feet refused to run.
This stubborness would be the death of him.
HP: 17/40 DMG: 7 CHG: 1/3 JORDAN TYPE HP: too high AUTO DMG: too ow Status: infected
BUFFS: accuracy: -5 modifier to rolls (2/10 uses) speedy: x2 damage against speedy zombies
Laz's growl redoubled in Noah's head. SICK, he snarled. BAD DOG. BAD. Nuru bounced off their guard, and Noah kept Laz raised. "Al, what are you doing," he pleaded.
The question didn't make sense, and he blankly echoed, "Why?" He didn't know what he was being asked. Maybe it didn't make any sense anyway. "I don't understand -- "
HP: 1/40 Defending for: 4 Charge: 1/3
Buffs: Extra item use: +1 use of runic item Melee weapon: Double damage against armoured type
Jordan hissed at the impact to his side, twisted easily out of Horace's grip. He didn't speak, slipping back just out of arm's reach, his stare never wavering. In his mind, Ferros demanded, pleaded, roared, but it came to him distantly, through a thick and congealed haze. The urge to hunt and hurt and tear overrode all thought and muffled the bond.
The glow coming from the cracks and vents of Ferros's barrel intensified and pulsed; as Jordan lunged again, the angle of his wrists twitched just slightly, and instead of coming down hard on Horace's shoulder and neck, the hammer missed by an inch or two, slamming into the floor instead, its spikes lodging firmly in the center of a small crater of cracked tiles. It took Jordan several good tugs to wrench Ferros loose.
He still said nothing, not even a growl or curse of frustration.
HP: 53/60 Dmg: nope
Buffs: Infected: Dice one step up Strong: +4 atk Heavy weapon: Roll doubles - get stuck & miss, double damage against normal type
Rather me than them Rep thought as Lex's shot caused a backlash of viscera and fluids. The thing was taking serious damage at this point from all corners and every time it turned to attack someone, someone else smashed it with something potent.
All he could do with the others at close range was try and make it stumble, but it was enough to charge his fear, enough to sort this s**t out.
Barry HP 44
HP: 51/60 DMG: 2 x 2 = 4 Charge: 3/3
Hunter - -3 from damage modifier (usable unlimited times) Heavy - x2 against Barry and Normals
Rep leapt, the charge crackling through Tracey and himself like crazy, but all of it, all of this charge depended on two things, space and synchronisation. Right now there was no space, the mall was cramped and uncomfortable, and they were not synchronised, Tracey was calm and collected, he was in freefall. It seemed doomed from the start and was, as he twisted the enormous axe, he clipped the glass roof of the entranceway and shattered a panel of glass, distracted and plummeting without direction.
He hit the ground Tracey first, cracking the flagstones and swore irritably as the last of the charge crackled into nothing. Then he hauled the blade out, hefted it up and went right back to attacking.
Barry HP 40
HP: 51/60 DMG: Miss rep you loser Charge: 0/3 Problems used
Hunter - -3 from damage modifier (usable unlimited times) Heavy - x2 against Barry and Normals
She eyed Rep who took her fun away with a frown, and walked away her hammer. She didn't say anything, she just needed to be alone and had something to smash. If she was lucky, she could spot one or two stray infected, she thought.
She didn't answer, her lips were pursed with standoffish expression. The hostility was justified, they attacked and she attacked back as self-defense.
Lex's face turned from thin line to disgusted snarl when the fluids and gunk splattered all over his coat, thinking more of how hard that would be to get out rather than the possibility that this s**t could be acidic or toxic.
Another shot at the beast was taken, Lex strafing and flanking so he could try to get behind the walls. Limbs flailed out and scratched at him, desperate to survive.
Nellie wasn't sure really where she got her strength from, letting fly another punch at one of the huge infected's many limbs before backing up a little to focus on catching her breath, watching the other hunters continue raining blows on it in a coalition of efforts to try to bring it down.
This was good. She needed to make sure that she remembered the circumstances that brought this on so that she could replicate what she was currently doing all the time. It was heartening to know that she had it in her to play her part during missions like this.
