Times are shitty, but I'm pretty sure they can't get worse. [ACTIVE / OPEN]

[onetosurvive]

Characters: Mark Cohen
Content: Mark is out catching a little bit of footage of the city 'wild life', and starts getting chased by one.
Location: Some street corner/alleyway
Time of day: Mid-day
Warnings: Some cursing.
♫ Song Used: Santa Fe ♫

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[lightning_fists]

Baseball bats were wonderful things. Aluminum bats were like a blessing from on high. And while Tifa was not exactly sure what sort of game required such an instrument that was usually reserved for war some sort of violence, they came in handy when needed. Like in disposing of a mutant crab intent on gnawing the flesh off of a frantic man's bones. Coupled with just the right amount of force, of course.

With all the strength she possessed, Tifa stepped out from where she hid and slammed the thicker end of the rod-like bat onto the shell of the shrieking creature, stilling it on the spot as the shell seemed to crack under the force. And after a brief moment, she lifted the bat up, attentive and poised to give it another whack if the crab was still kicking.

[onetosurvive]

Mark had been so focused on getting out with his life, that he hadn't seen the girl with the bat. Just, one minute he was running, the next the skittering was replaced with a resounding crack and loud squealing. Mark stumbled forward, nearly tripped on uneven ground, and then nearly dropped the camera in hand. Luckily, he snagged the strap on his thumb, and exhaled heavily in relief. That was a close one, on all accounts.

Luckily for the both of them, that swiftly-delivered blow had done it's job; the crab no longer moved, or made a sound. The sight was actually kinda gruesome, and really did kinda remind mark of a cracked crab.

Pausing a moment to catch his breath, Mark rested his hands on his thighs. For someone who rode a bike everywhere since the city was first hit, he was still disgustingly out of shape.

"Hey... thanks a lot," he said between deep inhales.

[lightning_fists]

With the bat resting against her shoulder, the young woman could only sigh in relief as the mutant crab made no attempts to shake off the blow and come after the both of them. Good. It would give her some time to calm the rapid beat of her heart. True, she had fought against formidable foes before, monsters and Heartless alike. But that did not mean that she had been fearless throughout. On the contrary, Tifa was frightened then too just as she was now. This was not about fear, though, or giving into them for her own benefit. It was about being in the position to help out someone else because she was capable.

After all, Tifa would want someone to help her if she ever had a need for it.

"No problem," the young woman responded calmly, finally loosening her grip on the bat while she glanced about the immediate area, "Were there anymore coming after you?"

[onetosurvive]

"I -- I dunno --" Mark panted. Gulping in a deep breath, he finally straightened up.

He wasn't a big guy, by any stretch of the imagination. In fact, he was almost lanky, with reddish-straw hair hanging in his eyes. With the camera clutched in one hand, he used the other to push his glasses back up where they belonged. "There were three of them, but I didn't stick around long enough to see if the other two followed."