Night 58: Front Desk (Medical Wing)

[spandexorgtfo]

[from here]Following Soma into the medical wing, Kratos closed the door quietly behind them. The lobby area looked as much as it had the previous night, although he did not stop again to draw comparisons between it and the Elemental Research Academy. His awe and curiosity had both been satisfied, so now it was simply business as usual. This part of

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[fourstonewalls]

Lana had been about to run for it, towards both Gant and the doors, but Gant wasn't having any of it. He was moving towards her, not away, diving for the desk. It was the best cover they had, but she would have preferred to run. The die was cast: it was time for a fight.

She rose up from behind the desk, slamming one hand on it and raising the other. Instead of a file, something glinted in her hand. She held one of the scalpels, small but wickedly sharp. A flick of the wrist and it went sailing through the air, end over end, flying towards the center of the creature. She'd aimed low; it was between her and Gant now, and if it missed, the worst it could hit was his calf leg. The creature, on the other hand, had most of what she hoped were vital organs down that low.

"What is it?" He'd rejected hers, even if she'd only betrayed it by the finest of body language. It wasn't like he couldn't read her better than she could him, after all, and if she couldn't do anything about that, she could at least use it to their advantage. Running wasn't an option. So what was he thinking?

[damned_monsters]

The sharp scalpel hooked into its pelvis. The keen slice wasn't felt until moments later when another geyser began to drool down its abdomen. Its legs began to buckle until it could do little more than squat. Well, if these patients were hell bent on killing it, the leftover was determined to bring one of them down with him. It wasn't without bite just yet.

Gant had had a good idea, but it took time and attention away from the monster to perform it. As the patient moved, the leftover screamed in frustration and pain and swung out its big furry hand like a clothes line to stop the man from gaining ground. The other, much smaller but much quicker, shot toward the man's stomach, intent to skewer him through. While Lana may have gotten lucky with one scalpel, the leftover had five to do with as it pleased.

[gargantuanlaugh]

He thought he was fast enough. Smart enough. But overconfidence was a mistake Gant had made a lot in the recent past. Tonight was no different.

The chief tried to pull back, away from the creature's thrusting scalpels, but the smaller limb struck with a pinpointed concentration and with a force that was completely unexpected. The barbs managed to break deeply through the skin, and the chief gasped in shock grabbing at the small arm with his free hand; a hand that found itself free when it dropped the flashlight in surprise.

Adrenaline spiked in Gant's blood, giving him a surprising spurt of strength as only adrenaline can. He angrily crushed his fist around the small arm, yanking it out of his chest with a shout of rage. He lowered the gun in his other hand, shooting at the thing at short range in one final attempt to take it down. Better safe than sorry.

As Gant stumbled back, he knocked into Lana and seized the moment to strike his fist against the wall, shattering the stone in the ring. The monster could have been dying for all he cared, but he wasn't waiting around another moment to find out. It was a long shot of a gamble, but it was one he felt just crazy enough to take in this madness. And by God, it actually worked.

[teleporting to here]