Re: The AirshipnotanoptimistMay 26 2006, 06:28:08 UTC
It's only suicide if you don't expect to come back alive. Sokka expects to come back alive.
With a few specific passengers in tow.
Standing just behind Wash, watching as they near the farm, Sokka's jaw is set. He should be standing in his leathers, with his spear and his boomerang, his face skull-like with war paint...
But he's a boy there, in jeans and a t-shirt, hair pulled back and neck bare without his necklace, scars pale white against his dark skin - the initials and bite both. A knife is settled in the belt loop of his jeans, the boomerang strapped to his back, new linens wrapped at his hands and up to his elbows.
His hands find his hips and his eyes narrow as the farm comes into view.
It's about fucking time someone gave her a damn gun.
Bent over the gun, the redhead's having a hard time not being elated about this - she's in a bullet-proof, claw-proof car, totally protected, armed and able to mow the fuckers down without them getting within a foot of her.
"So," Veronica asks, cheerfully -- because it is fun, for them, because Saffron and Veronica and Jayne are just the sort who would enjoy this -- "are we going too slow, do you think?"
Without waiting for an answer, she puts the pedal to the metal, hitting the 'wheel gun' button.
Masses of Magog are running towards the lines of warriors on all fours.
All they have to do is keep them at bay until the rescue mission is done and Big Bertha is detonated. Then they only have to pick off whatever Magog aren't caught in the explosion.
But can they hold off those roiling masses of teeth, claws, and animal rage and hunger for even that long?
Re: The Ground TroopsnotahickMay 26 2006, 06:50:38 UTC
There was a noisy SHRRIP, and then there was a girl with stone for skin. She kicked and punched and tried to ignore the wet, squishy noises that bodies made when she beat on them.
Paige was a trained combatant, but she was still a student. She fell, but claws scraped harmless off and when teeth closed around her leg, they broke. It hurt almost as much to attack her as it did for her to attack THEM.
There's a sudden commotion from behind the line of magog - something back there has begun killing them.
It's a girl - small, dark, bald, using a sword that is, logically speaking, much too heavy for someone of her build. Nevertheless, she handles it like it doesn't weigh a thing, and the way she's sending the magog flying with it, like they don't weigh a thing either. Those who don't get cut in half by the sword get smacked aside with the flat of the blade and sent flying. This girl, she's strong. And she's efficient.
She's also mostly naked. And entirely bewildered. And cutting a swathe towards the people on the other side of the line.
Ladies and gentlemen, the cavalry has arrived. And she's not wearing a shirt.
The naked lady looks up from her melee at the sound of Hamel's voice, and nearly drops her sword in surprise.
"Holy crap, you speak English!" she yells, and the distraction is just enough for a magog to get close enough to lunge for her arm, muzzle open, claws extended -
Irene punches it in the face with her free hand. Her fist goes straight through bone and brain, and right out the back of the magog's skull.
"Oh, gross. GROSS."
Still attatched to the magog, she brings her self around with no apparant effort and hits another one, the body of the dead magog breaking off her arm as she hits another one, palm-open in the shoulder, and its arm snaps.
Best he didn't think about hitting things like that.
"Yeah, fine, I'm literate too. Get your ass moving and follow me," as I play the traditional Christmas music of ZOMBIE DOOM "so we can get out of here."
Comments 118
Or...humanish, in some cases?
Either they were going to get some innocent people to safety, or they were about to die.
They were going right into the belly of the Beast, after all.
Reply
With a few specific passengers in tow.
Standing just behind Wash, watching as they near the farm, Sokka's jaw is set. He should be standing in his leathers, with his spear and his boomerang, his face skull-like with war paint...
But he's a boy there, in jeans and a t-shirt, hair pulled back and neck bare without his necklace, scars pale white against his dark skin - the initials and bite both. A knife is settled in the belt loop of his jeans, the boomerang strapped to his back, new linens wrapped at his hands and up to his elbows.
His hands find his hips and his eyes narrow as the farm comes into view.
I'll protect you.
Reply
Which is Biff-talk for, "I'm ready, let's kick some ass."
Reply
(The comment has been removed)
Their orders? Keep moving, keep shooting, and run the sons of bitches down.
Reply
It's about fucking time someone gave her a damn gun.
Bent over the gun, the redhead's having a hard time not being elated about this - she's in a bullet-proof, claw-proof car, totally protected, armed and able to mow the fuckers down without them getting within a foot of her.
It's a good day.
Reply
Without waiting for an answer, she puts the pedal to the metal, hitting the 'wheel gun' button.
Reply
All they have to do is keep them at bay until the rescue mission is done and Big Bertha is detonated. Then they only have to pick off whatever Magog aren't caught in the explosion.
But can they hold off those roiling masses of teeth, claws, and animal rage and hunger for even that long?
Reply
Cause that's where he's heading.
Oh, sure, he lets out a couple of arrows froma distance, but the bow is quickly discarded, in exchange for...nothing?
No, it's magic. He's wrapped his fists in raw magic, and is flailing away, doing everything he can to get THROUGH the horde.
The skin on his hands is bubbling from the exertion, but he doesn't care. These people need saving.
Reply
Paige was a trained combatant, but she was still a student. She fell, but claws scraped harmless off and when teeth closed around her leg, they broke. It hurt almost as much to attack her as it did for her to attack THEM.
But all the same, she was-- struggling.
Reply
One lunges for his feet, trying to knock him down so the rest of the hoarde can dogpile on him.
One of the Magog near Paige has a gun, and it aims carefully.
Claws may do nothing against stone, but a bullet might be a little more effective.
Reply
It's a girl - small, dark, bald, using a sword that is, logically speaking, much too heavy for someone of her build. Nevertheless, she handles it like it doesn't weigh a thing, and the way she's sending the magog flying with it, like they don't weigh a thing either. Those who don't get cut in half by the sword get smacked aside with the flat of the blade and sent flying. This girl, she's strong. And she's efficient.
She's also mostly naked. And entirely bewildered. And cutting a swathe towards the people on the other side of the line.
Ladies and gentlemen, the cavalry has arrived. And she's not wearing a shirt.
Reply
"Hey! Naked lady! Come on!"
Reply
"Holy crap, you speak English!" she yells, and the distraction is just enough for a magog to get close enough to lunge for her arm, muzzle open, claws extended -
Irene punches it in the face with her free hand. Her fist goes straight through bone and brain, and right out the back of the magog's skull.
"Oh, gross. GROSS."
Still attatched to the magog, she brings her self around with no apparant effort and hits another one, the body of the dead magog breaking off her arm as she hits another one, palm-open in the shoulder, and its arm snaps.
Reply
Best he didn't think about hitting things like that.
"Yeah, fine, I'm literate too. Get your ass moving and follow me," as I play the traditional Christmas music of ZOMBIE DOOM "so we can get out of here."
Reply
Leave a comment