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Post by Logan Street on Jan 24, 2017 22:19:04 GMT -5
I swear, I am a ninja Darkness had settled, but still the heat felt hot and dry. Always hot and dry. What he wouldn’t do for just a sprinkle of rain, or gods above even just a downright drench of rain. He had become so cramped. Sleeping in a cave, being lit by only firelight – walking about the same mountain head to ensure he could return before daylight. But he’d had enough, to be honest. He wanted to travel, to wander, and so he decided it best to leave the comfort of his home after a few nights. After searching the area surrounding it for some form of riverhead, he decided perhaps away from the main base of the mountain would be best.
And to check out the river between there and the drop point. Which, of course, was completely bare. He was standing in the dark at the edge of a drop in the land, where crust and dust layered over what was once a rushing river of beautiful water. It was a shame really, but it was also a long shot. Silver blue eyes stared at the nothingness that was once the river before raising to look into the distance at Nemus. The marksman had never actually gone there before, having headed straight for the mountains in what felt like years ago. Everyone probably left in a hurry, so perhaps something worthwhile had been left behind in the rush.
The male headed out that way, walking at a steady pace, and it did not take long for him to arrive. Moving along the area slowly, eyes glancing around before he noticed something shiny on the ground. Instantly he went to crouch down to view it, and mid action of crouching down, something flashed in his peripheral. What the? It flashed again, a shadow on darkness against an outcrop of a lamely made tent. Grabbing his gun in his hand, Logan maneuvered stealthily forward.
The colonized area was like a ramshackle of outcropped half melted, half buried tents and…nothingness. Creeping forward slowly towards where the – What exactly did he see again? – had vanished towards…
It was eerily quiet in the darkness as his eyes scanned the area for movement. Then, suddenly. Smack. Everything went dark a moment after he saw something fly through the air – a rock? And intense pain pulsated through his head before real darkness overcame him. Logan’s large body fell over, slumping as unconsciousness instantly hit him, along with a bleeding scalp.
Slowly he opened his eyes, only to see the moon was a bit higher in the sky as he blinked back the dizziness, obviously about an hour had passed from the time he had fallen. No. Got hit. His hand immediately went towards the wound as he muttered our a few cursewords
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Post by Riley Jones on Jan 24, 2017 23:27:13 GMT -5
If Riley hadn't been of the opinion before the scorch that Petra Exterior fucking sucked she certainly held that opinion now. She had carved out her own little niche in Exurbia, had converted an abandoned ship into a medic station that also served as her home and the son of a bitch had melted under Sol's relentless heat. A scowl had settled itself permanently on her face after she'd found it and for ... she couldn't keep track of how many days she'd sat in her cave in the mountain and had pouted. She wondered what the hell she was going to do when the scorch finally ended -- whenever that would be, she wondered what was going to come after because PE just seemed to throw them one curveball after another, and she wished that she had stayed her ass on Earth and died there because obviously PE was out to kill them all.
When she had finally gotten over her pouting she started venturing out again. Some might assume that she went out because as a medic she needed to help people, but her exploration was for completely selfish reasons. Everyone had to pack up in a hurry to get to the mountains, so maybe someone had left something of value behind that she could use. If she happened to find anyone hurt while she was out looking around then it was just their lucky day.
Or maybe not.
Riley had been completely unaware of the man laying on the ground and would have remained unaware if her dog hadn't alerted her to him. His incessant barking and running back and forth between her and a dark lump on the ground finally made the woman walk over. Imagine her surprise when she came upon a man stretched out on the ground with a gun. Hm.
The first thing she did was use her foot to knock the gun out of his reach then she nudged his shoulder. When he stirred but didn't actually wake up she bent down and retrieved the gun, popped the clip out and emptied the chamber. One by one she removed the bullets from the clip into her palm and picketed them. The clip was returned to the gun and tossed it on the ground. Ethically she was required to help anyone who was in need, but she was wary of anyone that had guns -- in her experience they tended to be short tempered and a bit on the crazy side. She dropped the -- now useless -- gun back on the ground and returned to the incapacitated man. Her boot hit against a rather large rock, one that seemed out of place because she hadn't noticed any other rocks around ...
What in the world...?
The medic crouched down beside Logan and patted his cheek. Once more he stirred and in the moonlight she thought she saw his eyelids flutter. She began to gently run her fingers through his hair to check for a head wound and immediately frowned when she felt the sticky, bloody mess from his scalp. ? What....?
Remembering the gun, and therefore realizing had must have drawn it because of something she momentarily regretted taking the bullets out of it. But then Sam was sitting next to her panting quietly and she relaxed. If there were danger near he would definitely alert her to it. She had turned her head and was looking at her dog when the man she was crouched beside finally began to move, which drew her attention back to him, her face immediately becoming the impassive mask that she wore around most people. "If you don't want to die you might want to, I dunno, get up."
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Post by Logan Street on Jan 24, 2017 23:59:11 GMT -5
I swear, I am a ninja Logan could hear her voice, and he grumbled a bit under his breath again. His head was absolutely killing him, and merely opening his eyes felt like what little light there was was shooting directly into his skull. Still, he’d felt worse in the past. And at least he was breathing and without any broken bones. Still, he laid without moving or fluttering his eyes for a moment or two longer as he tried to get a feel for the surrounding area. Some girl was near him, with a snarky attitude, and unless she had absolutely horrible breath, she had a canine with her as well.
What did he remember? He remembered the shadow, and following it away from the metallic object he had hoped would be a blade or some such. Walking slowly and then – Fuck. His eyes opened and he abruptly jumped upwards with a strength he should not have had, his hand instantly going to his gun before the headrush hit him and he stumbled a bit forward. Hand going to his head he swore outloud before staring around the area and then on the woman before him. ”Fucking bitch, why did you hit me over the head? And..” He cleared his throat, trying to clear his thought process.
He stared at the slightly blurry image of the girl infront of him who looked so…so similar…She looked very similar, in his blurry state, to who had hit him over the head. Although perhaps he was mistaken – the bright red hair that seemed to engulf the image of the irritant infront of him was definitely not part of it, but it was definitely a human. Female. Yet…Not. One moment it was …something…the next it was..human? And if she had hit him, why would she remain there being all concerned and shit for his life?
After all, she did tell him to wake up.
Clarity. What he saw…That…thing---He must have had some weird messed up concussion dream or something. With a clearing breath he leaned back slightly on some half melted beam, silver eyes watching the two figures warily as his one hand went to touch the blood on the back of his head, and the other sliding smoothly over his hilt because one thing he was certain of, One thing he knew as soon as he had picked up his weapon that was just a tad too light, was, ”Give me my bullets back.”
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Post by Riley Jones on Jan 25, 2017 0:18:53 GMT -5
Riley remained crouched when Logan suddenly bolted upright. She was a bit surprised at the sudden surge of strength and his balance, but then he stumbled and she rolled her eyes. "Brilliant." She muttered as she stood to her full height, her hands going to rest on her slim hips. "Maybe I should clarify. Get up slowly." The orange haired medic said. "And try not to embarrass yourself in the process."
In the flurry of movement between Logan bolting upright and nearly falling and Riley standing, Sam had placed himself between his master and the unknown injured man. The tone of his voice as he accused Riley of hitting him over the head made the dog growl and Riley scoffed. "Oh please. If it were me I would have finished the job." Probably not the best thing a medic could say, but she had zero fucks left to give about anyone or anything on Petra Exterior. Except for maybe her dog. He was pretty important to her. "And I would suggest you watch who you call a fucking bitch, you stupid prick." Because she certainly was not in the mood to deal with the likes of him.
In fact, she actually was pretty done with the whole thing. Let him stumble his concussed ass all the way back to the mountains or die in the sun.
She didn't care.
With her decision made she marched right past Logan, with Sam between them -- a barrier with a bite that was far worse than its bark -- as he tried to gather his scattered wits and figure out what had happened to him. He demanded his bullets back and she snickered mostly because she was pleased with herself for removing them while he had still been unconscious. "No."
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Post by Logan Street on Jan 25, 2017 0:44:04 GMT -5
I swear, I am a ninja The concussed man muttered a ‘whatever’ to her asinine objection to him calling her a bitch, which, in all honesty, she completely was and he was positive she knew it. Still, he didn’t comment again as his hand worked where it needed to as she walked past him – her threatening canine blocking between the two of them. Damn. What a beautiful beast, too bad his loyalty ran to the witchiest bitch of them all. His vision was starting to clear, and because he was trained to be able to load, reload, and throw daggers in the presence of bear spray, a little watery eyes was nothing to him.
Then she muttered the small word, the one word that caused him to instantly turn and leap over the dog at the perfect angle. It was one thing to not help him at all when he was injured in the middle of no where, but to also steal his one defense against whatever it was that had hurt him? That – Flashes of some sort of creature came across his mind quickly before vacating again – thing. His leap was clean, bypassing at such an angle the dog would have an impossible time at the extension of his neck to twist.
He tackled the woman with just enough of his weight that it would send her under him, simultaneously his blade pressed just enough against her stomach, hidden between them from view, that her movements would be greatly impaired. Probably a bump on her head. ”You are a horrible savior. Now. As there is a beast running around out here. I’m going to—“His one hand pressed slightly more into her stomach, which is ironic as he had been in a similar situation once before – And his spare reached into the pocket where he could see the weight of his bullets and shoving them into his side pocket. ”Thank you.” – If it was any other situation, perhaps he would take note of the fact he had a trimmed woman beneath him – but instead he was just in pain and annoyed
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Post by Riley Jones on Jan 25, 2017 1:12:57 GMT -5
In retrospect, she really should have frisked the dude while he had been unconscious, but her main concern had been the gun on the ground. She had been pleased with herself for emptying the clip and the chamber, but now, as she was tackled to the ground, she felt stupid because she could feel the blade of a knife in her stomach. Son of a bitch. She could hear Sam snarling and growling and barking somewhere to her right. She could only assume that when Logan had lept over him like a fucking gazelle, the dog had circled around so that he could attack Logan's face when his master gave the signal.
She scoffed when he told her that she was a horrible savior. "Who said I'm a savior?" She snapped back, but he kept talking -- something about a beast -- and then he was taking the bullets out of her picket. Riley definitely wasn't the type of woman to just take something lying down and she certainly wasn't the type to let herself be taken advantage of.
While he seemed to be preoccupied with returning his stolen items to his pockets she took the chance to turn the tables on Logan. Her hand snapped up as she attempted to drive the heel of her hand into his nose, fully intent on breaking it. She hoped that it would make his eyes water and send him into another daze. At the same time she drove her knee up into, well, a more sensitive region of his anatomy. Her free hand shoved at his shoulder and she threw her weight into the shove to turn them over so he would be pinned under her weight, which was decidedly less then his own.
"I don't usually let men in my pants on the first date, sweetheart." She purred as she tried to wrench the knife free from his hand because being knifed in the gut certainly wasn't at the top of her list of new experiences. "Let's try not to get all handsy, hmm?" She said, ironically, as she retrieved the bullets that he'd stolen back from her.
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Post by Logan Street on Jan 25, 2017 1:27:34 GMT -5
I swear, I am a ninja The pain, fucking pain again. Luckily he’d had the shit beat out of him enough that it wouldn’t black him out again – Not being knocked unconscious just ..literally..minutes prior didn’t help the fact that now a sharp piercing hit between his eyes at the same time that – Holy Fuck what a fucking bitch he was going to beat the ever loving shit out of the fucking slut– her knee hit the star region of ever vulnerability of any man on any world. He instantly wanted to curl into a ball as any male would, but instead as she pushed him under her he wrapped his one leg to lock with her own.
Now, if it had been just one or the other, perhaps he would have been able to stop her hand from grabbing the bullets back. Perhaps he would have been able to stop that, but as it was the only thing he was able to do was instinctively wrap his hands tighter around his best friend – a blade that had moved to slice at the skin on her stomach just enough to draw blood, and cut through her shirt. Blinded his other hand moved and punched her square across the jaw, being on the bottom loosening a bit of his strength but still – He was strong.
And broken. The blood that splattered from his newly broken nose caused him to choke on some words he attempted to say, before he spat the blood up and at her face. The blade of sharpness still angled towards her, but both hands wrapped around it, and surely the force of his punch would be enough to sway her away from his frame ever so slightly. Still. AS much as he wanted to beat the shit out of her (she did hit him first technically, so it was okay as was his motto) he definitely did not want to stab her in the gut. Even if she was a nuisance.
He really did not like killing. So at least he had the strength to keep the blade sturdy enough to not accidentally fall into him or her – Actually both their strengths seemed to even it out pretty well. His jaw clenched tight, the muscle twitching against the pain as he blocked it into a corridor where he could ignore it, atleast temporarily. Then, because it seemed to have annoyed her a bit last time, he grunted out the word:”Bitch.”
Then there was a very large shadow that flickered through the area, quick enough it seemed to have barely been there, yet definitely seemed to block the moonlight momentarily.
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Post by Riley Jones on Jan 25, 2017 2:11:57 GMT -5
"You son of a bitch!" Riley gasped when she felt the blade slice into her belly. It wasn't enough to cut through the layers of muscle and into her stomach cavity, but it was enough to rip her shirt and make her bleed. She could feel the trickle of blood as it rolled down her pale skin before it was absorbed into the fabric of her clothing. She shoved the bullets she'd retrieved into her pocket just as he punched her square across the jaw. Her head snapped to the side and instantly she tasted blood in her mouth, which only served to infuriate the woman further. Her body shifted and she damn near rolled off of Logan and onto the charred ground, but stubbornness and the drive to not let herself be bested so quickly made find the strength to stay where she was.
"Fucker." She growled as she turned her face back to Logan just in time for his bloody spit to splatter across her mouth and nose. She grit her teeth then returned the favor, spitting blood right back at his face. Riley was still very aware of the knife that was between them, it had sliced into her belly, after all. She wanted very much to wrench the knife free of his hands and throw it away, whether or not he got cut in the process was of no concern to her. But he had a frim grip on the knife and she wasn't able to get it away from him.
Unless ....
For a split second Riley considered using her free hand to try and choke Logan, but she didn't think she'd be able to get enough force to effectively choke him one handed. Besides that the blood from his broken nose had run down his face and coated his neck, so it would be way too slippery to even get a decent grip on his neck.
Oh.
His nose.
The corners of Riley's mouth curved upward into a grin that was wickedly beautiful. A second later she was pinching Logan's broken nose because she was confident that he wouldn't be able to stand the pain. "Drop the knife." She spat. "Drop it or I swear to God that I'll twist your nose and rip it right off your fucking face!"
The light flickered, which .... it wasn't right. They were outside, in Nemus, under the moonlight ... moonlight didn't flicker like that unless something blocked it out.
And if something blocked it out then it had to be big.
Riley stopped fighting against Logan and she looked up, realizing for the first time that Sam wasn't snarling and growling at Logan but at something in the sky that she couldn't see, which admittedly wasn't a good thing considering she'd disarmed the only person with a gun. She swallowed and squinted up at the dark sky. "I think ... something's out there." She whispered.
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Post by Logan Street on Jan 25, 2017 2:28:52 GMT -5
I swear, I am a ninja Well..She could really take a punch now couldn’t she? If he wasn’t a tad distracted, he might have been a bit impressed – But that thought didn’t cross his mind long as she got a wicked look on her face, and with the moonlight behind her it was almost psychotically beautiful. But then she pinched his fucking nose. Not a punch. Not a kick. A pinch. And the pain blinded him for just a brief moment as she swore at him to let go of the knife, but he wouldn’t – couldn’t – even if he had one more blade on him, this was his special friend. He never let another person hold it, ever. Yet…The pain was so blinding…He was trained, and trained thoroughly in anti-torture, and as he knew he wouldn’t, technically, die from the pinch the amount of blood that it caused to trickle down his throat could actually drown him at that stage. Especially laying on his back.
And then she stopped. Just like that. The barking and growling of the dog came into focus again just as the darkness flickered and she whispered that something was out there. Like he had been trying to tell her the entire time . ”Nos hit Sherlock..What did you not get about the whole beast thing I mentioned? His words were harsh, raspy but quiet. Eyes searching above her head instantly as, ironically, he immediately stopped fighting against her but his leg remained fast around her, and his hand tight on the blade. There was something out there, but with black against black it was hard to see yet…He could make out the whisp of movement above them. above So not on the ground. Basically, they were sitting rats to whatever was prowling above. Injured, bleeding and in pain, both of them were complete….idiots.
Then the noise came, it was a stillness that only the most trained would hear. The train of silence as it whipped through the air directly at them. With a tightening of his leg around hers, and simultaneously moving his arm out from beneath them, he rolled them at the last minute. Something swooped down to where they were, only a few feet away from their new rolled form as she was now positioned under him with his nasty bloody nose dripping to soak against her shirt and probably hair (pst ew). His arm with the blade swung out to throw the blade at the black shadow – Missing, before it’s wings flapped and it spread back up into the air instantly. It’s smoothness, and silence, was something to be admired if it wasn’t for the fact that this alien creature was trying to kill them. Figures. Another alien thing trying to kill him. He was really starting to hate PE.
If he knew anything about beasts, it was that it did not take long for large giant fuckweed birds to come back and so he scrambled off of her while simultaneously telling her to ‘go’, doing his best to ignore the pain at the sudden motion. Cuncussion? Check. Broken nose? Check. Bulletless gun? Check. They had to reach cover before he would be able to grab those bullets from her. And then booked it towards the closest coverage from the sky, some broken half melted piece of rubble that was barely high enough for him to crouch comfortably. If she was smart, he hoped she and her companion would follow suit so he could get those bullets. Or. You know. She could try to leave him
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Post by Riley Jones on Jan 25, 2017 2:53:16 GMT -5
What did she not get about the whole beast thing he mentioned? Well, she thought he was talking out of his head because he obviously had a concussion. No one who got hit in the head hard enough to bleed like he had would walk away without a concussion. "I thought you were delirious." She shot back. "No one believes in beasts and monsters." Although being on a totally new planet with new forms of life ... maybe they should all believe in beasts and monsters and things that go bump in the night. If they all did then maybe they'd stay in their caves where there were safety in numbers.
But no.
They had to be out. In the dark. WIth the creepy crawlies.
Riley gasped in surprise when Logan rolled them over and she could feel the wind from ... from whatever beast was flying around in the dark as it went after where they had previously been laying. "Holy fucking shit." She whispered shakily. She didn't even notice that his nose was dripping blood onto her because there were much more important things to worry about. Like the giant freaking monster that was trying to attack them.
At least she didn't have a knife in her gut anymore.
It was eeerie how everything seemed to quiet down when the beast had attacked, even Sam's growling at stopped. She could hear, over her and Logan's breathing, the flapping of wings and for the first time in a long time she could feel the pinprick of fear. Riley scrambled to her feet when Loegan moved and he had barely uttered 'go' at her and she'd taken off. It didn't take a genius to figure out that they needed to shelter in the same place so she could give him the bullets to his gun back. The only problem was that it was dark and they were both hurt and ,,,
fuck.
It was probably sheer dumb luck that they ended up in the same place, Riley, Logan, Sam, the bullets, and the gun. She dug the bullets out of her pocket and shoved them at Logan, mentally bitchslapping herself for having taken them in the first place. "What the fuck is that thing?"
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Post by Logan Street on Jan 25, 2017 3:17:07 GMT -5
I swear, I am a ninja I think I saw one..Once..”He was breathing a bit heavily, but as quietly as possible. It would be a hell of a lot easier if his nose wasn’t broken, that was for sure. He grabbed the bullets and easily began loading the magazine without even needing to look. Hundreds of hours of practice had him load it like lightning, even in the dark and in pain. His eyes scanning around the area before he maneuvered himself slightly closer to the entry way, his neck crouching down at a bit of an awkward angle because of the height of their cover. Moving infront of the dog so it was behind him instead of out in the open – He assumed a dog would be easier prey than the humans, and in such tight quarters it probably couldn’t maneuver quite as nicely as it was used too.
Even then, probably better than humans.
His eyes were scanning the area, before he continued to speak ”Its disgusting. It’s face is just a big..giant..leech.” His mouth curled slightly at the image of the bird like creature that had fallen at the feet of Zee and him. At least there is a big ass opening in it’s face to stick bullets in.
As he peered out, with only his breath and the pant of the dog audible – Damn, he was normally so silent, oh well not like the beast didn’t know where they were anyways – he heard a large crash above them. The leech-bird thing had jumped ontop, and was scratching it’s talons against the metallic cover. God. The sound was ecrutiating, like a thousand nails screeching across a blackboard. The top, from the weight of the beast, started to sag a bit and Logan swore to himself. Then, because metal was apparently weak as fuck after being thinned down by the heat of the Scorch, a talon punctured through the ceiling an inch or two away from Riley’s face. Now see, if it was just him in there he’d lie flat and let loose on the ceiling until he was sure it was dead --- but with them all in there, that was just not a good outcome.
What to do?
Just as the blade started to tear up the ceiling, he handed Riley the gun and simultaneously grabbed his switch knife from his boot and stabbed it into the foot of the beast that was starting to appear, and pinned it to the meta with enough strength it woudn’t be able to fly back up. His hand holding it up against the metal as it screeched an unearthly sound -- "Fucking shoot it already"
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Post by Riley Jones on Jan 25, 2017 21:40:04 GMT -5
Logan saying that he thought he'd seen on once didn't answer her question as to what exactly had decided to attack them. Rather than point that out she frowned and held her hand out for him to take the bullets and load the rifle. The faster that was done the better she would feel because they would, at the very least, have a way to defend themselves against whatever beast had decided to attack them. The place that they had taken shelter, though, was small. There was barely enough room for her and Logan, which meant that Sam was mostly exposed to whatever was out there. When Logan finished loading the rifle and started moving she grabbed Sam by the collar and dragged him back into the meager pace that they had and out of Logan's way.
Then he finally told her what it looked like. She just couldn't imagine something like what he was describing.
A face like a leech?
Everything outside of theit shelter was quiet, but it seemed totally unnatural. It was eerie and threatening enough that it sent a tremor through Riley's body. "Did--" Before she could complete her question there was a crashing sound as the beast landed on the metal hull above them. The talons scratching against the metal was unbearable enough to the point that she had to put her hands over her ears to try to block out the sound. In the dark next to her Sam howled his own discomfort at the sound, but there was nothing Riley could do. She couldn't fist fight some giant leech monster. And how could they see to shoot it in the dark?
Sol was going to rise and roast them alive and then the leech thing would have a nice hot meal.
A talon pierced the hull next to her face and she cried out in surprise. Logan, however, seemed to have his wits about him enough to use another knife -- how many did he have hidden on him -- to pin the thing to the hull. It was a surprise when he shoved the rifle at her and she fumbled with it. There was no way for her to shoot it under the meager cover of the metal hull, so she crawled out into the open. How the hell...? "I can't fucking see it!" She shouted back at Logan, but he was right. She needed to shoot.
So she did.
The first two shots missed totally, but the third one the leech bird made an ungodly screeching sound. It flapped and thrashed and she continued to shoot at it until it was quiet. She lowered the butt of the rifle from her shoulder and sighed, but there was very little time for her to rest and even less for her to react to the second beast that swooped down at her. It hit her hard enough to knock her backwards onto the charred ground. The rifle dropped from her hands and she screamed as she felt the weight of the thing settle on top of her. Luckily for her its sharp talons only scratched her before they dug into the ground on either side of her,
Riley's hands shot out in front of her, grabbing and feeling for the thing's face or neck, anything she could grab onto and push to keep it from eating her face.
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Post by Logan Street on Jan 25, 2017 21:56:40 GMT -5
I swear, I am a ninja I do not care that you cannot see just fucking shoot– The words rang out in his head before she actually managed to fire a shot off, and miss. Drastically. The tang of it hitting the metal had Logan duck away. Okay…Maybe don’t just fucking shoot. Little Aiming would be nice.. His thoughts rang out before he head it, the connection and the tension against the small switch blade he had as she continued to fire at it until finally silence echoed around and the beast above remained unmoving. Fuck, that took a hell of a lot more bullets then he would have imagined.
Relief could almost be felt in the electrified air. Yet..Wait. When he did see those leech things before, wasn’t there others flying in the distance? Hadn’t he assumed that this one didn’t make it? So if they were in a group before, then perhaps that meant that.. Oh shit. Logan grabbed his small survival knife out of the metal and stuck it in his boot just as he was about to give a warning shout out to psycho bitch over there.
But, too late. The thing came crashing down out of no where and pinned her beneath it. He calculated not much time before the giant leech got to her. The noise from the canine echoed around as Logans eyes scanned the area. His tiny swiss army blade wouldn’t do much, but…there. His mind was racing as he pushed off and ran towards where he had tossed the knife in what felt like hours previously. The bat like leech made some obnoxious noise in the wrestle with the chick below him, it’s long neck moving forward rapidly to try to, what he could only assume, was bite her face off.
Wrenching the blade from where it was pinned into the dirt and he maneuvered himself to grab it without stopping, turning before lunging against the beast. His body hurled through the air and smacked with all his strength against it, his large blade sinking simultaneously into the side of it’s disgusting neck for extra leverage to pull it’s face and body off of her. Rolling and trying to fight it off in what was probably a lost cause, as even the blade stuck to the hilt in it’s neck seemed to do little against the giant alien thing.
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Post by Riley Jones on Jan 25, 2017 22:54:58 GMT -5
Would he come to the rescue or would he leave while he had a chance? That was the question that repeatedly ran through Riley's head as she laid on the ground wrestling with the leech bird thing on top of her. She could admit that there was a part of her that would want to escape if their roles were reversed and he were the one pinned underneath a giant, disgusting, alien creature. No one would be any the wiser about what had happened and there weren't really any records about the people on PE. So no one would have known if one of them mysteriously disappeared or was eaten by a wild alien. But she was also a fighter and her job as a first responder made it natural for her to run toward danger to help.
"Fucking do something!" She shouted when she heard Logan scrambling around. She hoped and prayed to whatever God there was on PE that he would be man enough to stick around and not a chicken-shit that would run away. He certainly hadn't struck her as a coward just a few minutes before, but circumstances had changed drastically. Her arms shook and her muscles ached as she continued to try to keep the thing away from her face. What she really wanted was to get one of her legs positioned between it and her so she could try to kick it off.
As if the creature itself wasn't heavy enough, just a little bit later she had Logan's added weight as he jumped on the thing. It screeched and thrashed and she could only assume that he had stabbed the thing. "What are you doing!?" She had dropped the gun on the ground and it still had bullets in it. Why didn't he pick it up and unload the rest of the bullets into the thing.
There was one really good thing about Logan jumping onto the leech bird and that was that Riley was able to wriggle enough to plant a foot firmly against what she assumed was the bird's stomach. She shoved with all the strength she had and that, along with whatever Logan was doing was enough to make the thing topple to the side and off of her.
Clouds had drifted in front of the moon, effectively blocking out what little light there had been and that left Riley crawling around in the dirt, groping and feeling for the rifle she had dropped. Ironically her hand closed around a large rock and she decided that would have to be enough, She stumbled backn to where Logan was grappling weith the beast and she swung at it and - surprisingly - connected. The thing screeched and began to flail in an attempt to throw Logan off and return to the sky.
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Post by Logan Street on Jan 25, 2017 23:32:31 GMT -5
I swear, I am a ninja The strength of the beast was undeniable, even with the blade to help nullify it, still Logan had one hell of a battle against the ground once the chick kicked them off. Taking the blade out once, then twice stabbing it, still there seemed to be little give. The breath of the thing seemed to almost suck in his stench, it’s toothfilled gape of a face stretching and craning towards Logan’s own blood soaked features. God it smelled. Everything about it smelled. And just as his muscles seemed to twinge slightly, the beasts face inching forward – Smack! The rock hit gold, and the noise that it emitted was deafening right in Logans ear before it launched off him and disappeared into the darkness once more.
The breath exhaled from him instantly, his body relaxing into the dirt for just a fraction of a moment before he moved up onto his elbows and glanced around warily. ”Fuckers” was his response before he spat on the ground next to him, the blood from his nose and being on his back probably spraying across the ground before he pushed himself onto his feet. Mixed with his pounding headache, his broken nose, and the impact of being tossed around with the bird-thing…All the pain seemed to hit him at once and he groaned outloud before he began to move in a half stumble half sway in no particular direction. The adrenaline of the ..fights..had left him, and the numbness from before was definitely evaporating.
Then he kicked something, and he glanced down before bending with much distress, and picked up his gun. Straighening up, his eyes scanned before finding the fiery haired disaster and his lips curled in an upwards, half pained, smirk of a smile. Dimples. Sparkle Sparkle. ”Okay well..Nice to meet you..." was his only response on the fact that she had saved his life. If he hadn’t had the shit beat out of him not only from her, but a ginormous monster, he’d probably be amused by the fact about the rock before he began to stumble away from her. Now, to try to make it back to the mountains in time before the Scorch decided to burn him a live, or that thing decided to come back. Yeah. What a great fucking night.
Moving with his arm holding his gun with a limp arm, and his other sheathing his blade before hugging over his ribs where the thing had managed to bash into him, and a slight limp - and a blood drenched face, hair, everything...God. He probably looked rather pathetic
MEL @ ADOXOGRAPHY
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