Well, it looked like her suspicions were founded after all. She'd say she was impressed, but really, it was just nice to have company who could take care of themselves. The fact that he had been playing her like she was playing him just annoyed her.
"Ha! Look who's talking!" Dahlia tossed some hair over her shoulder- Where those things still coming?!
They were bigger than she was, no surprised, but that didn't mean she was afraid of them. She wasn't afraid of ANYTHING. Yes, yes, try to bite her. Try it after she slammed that skillet straight up and crushed your rotten jaws in! Try to grab her when she broke your wrists! Just try it!
She managed to make her way to where Sync was, taking care of the things in her way when she had to. She grabbed a package of knives and tore it open, taking the tools and wrapping them in cloth napkins before shoving two in her sweater pockets. The last, she just carried in one hand, skillet in the other. Everything else that was sharp and useful right by her just got tossed into a knife bag and slung over her shoulder.
"Does it look like I'm denying it?" So it looked like Dahlia wasn't 'Little Miss Airhead' after all. Ha! That didn't mean he thought of her as an equal, but at least this meant he found someone that might actually be of some use. Of course there were plenty of other people in the institute like that, and so he was prepared to sacrifice her for his own sake if need be.
While Dahlia was rummaging around the God-General knew it would've been smart to do the same. He had a little experience with throwing knives, and after stealing a quick glance at the window it'd seem stupid not to bring a few as a precaution.
But knives alone weren't enough...
And just like that an idea popped in Sync's head. He was already on the move, grabbing a hold of the counter and hopped right on top of it. While they had done a good job in taking down a good amount there were still many monsters lingering around, and so Sync took advantage of this and leaped right onto one. He skillfully landed on its shoulders, making sure to force it into the ground as he hopped onto the next. The teen was quick to reach the other side of the store, kicking the last creature in the face before landing smoothly on the floor.
With his goal clear Sync began to tear down various utensils, grabbing two boxes that held two pairs of oyster gloves and quickly flipped them open. While they were nothing like his old fighting gloves they were good enough for now, stuffing them in his pockets before he began to search for some proper knives.
In the end he grabbed eight steak knives, using any nearby rags to wrap the spares up. However, another idea sprouted in his head and he acted quickly, grabbing a roll of cook's string before sprinting back where Dahlia stood as she finished up.
"Give me a minute," Sync said, already on the floor as he began to wind the string around one of the knives.
Dahlia had murdered people before, let's face it. She knew what it felt like to have blood on her hands, to feel a blade sliding into someone's back like it was butter. But no matter how many morons got in her way, there were always more to giddily jump into the space the last loser left behind after she had knocked them down. This night? Was kind of like that.
At least her bag was matching the blood on her face.
While Sync was following in Dahlia's footsteps in terms of arming himself, Dollie had a few more problems on her hands to take care of--namely a few zombies replacing the ones she had taken out earlier (and if it was any consolation for her company, she had his back at the moment, if only to push it into the waiting horde to save her own skin later. Why waste what she had so soon?). When one came at her, she pulled the napkin off the knife in her hand and stabbed it up into the thing's throat, followed by knocking the blade in deeper with the skillet. A second met a skewer to the gut and the eye. The third was just a victim of good-old blunt force trauma. God forbid if it wasn't awfully therapeutic.
"Don't really have a minute, Sy-Sweetie. Hurry up."
"Have you even looked outside," Sync sneered, watching as she took those creatures down. "If you think this is bad then you might as well lay down and die."
However, he worked as quickly and diligently as possible, wrapping the string snugly over one knife before he laid it parallel to his sneakers and began to tie it against his shoe. After making sure the knife was snug he took another and wrapped it around the other side of his shoe, testing both to make sure they were securely tied with no risk of slipping off. They had been attached in a way to insure they wouldn't hinder him when he ran, but he had made sure that an inch or two of the tip poked out.
Now to test it out... Well he certainly didn't need to ask for any volunteers; the moment Sync finished he sprung back up, dodging passed the fallen monsters Dahlia had beaten down and executed another roundhouse kick across another creature's face. The knives tied to his shoe immediately connected, slashing and further mutilating the monster when it tried to lunge at the teen. Sync didn't bother waiting for a counter, bringing his foot up one last time to impale the side of the monster's skull and drag it down to the floor before stepping back with a satisfactory grin.
"Is there anything else you can think of that you want to get," Sync started, eyes focused, not on Dahlia, but the countless monsters that were now scratching desperately at the window to try and get in. From what he'd seen the redhead at least knew how to defend herself; she might benefit with something long range like a makeshift spear or gun.
"I know that! Are you that stupid enough to think I can't," pause, bash a zombie across the face in a fit of annoyance, "handle it?!" Did he really think she was that weak and pathetic that she couldn't outrun a bunch of corpses? This little pipsqueak?! She scoffed and flipped her hair again before turning back around to see just what the hell he had to do with those blades.
"...Nice." Ten out of ten for style, anyway, but minus negative fifty for good thinking. Knives got dull and, after a while, those things were only going to trip him up in the long run. Whatever. Dahlia could laugh at him when he inevitably fell over.
Though he did bring up a good question. It wasn't safe in here, it wasn't safe outside, so they needed someplace that, even if it wasn't safe, at least had more to protect themselves with than a bunch of kitchen knives. "I don't know." She said it like she would have three hours ago, shy and vapid with a hand at her mouth in thought. Only the fact that she was holding a bloody knife and skillet broke the allusion. "Do you want to go shopping at the hardware store? I hear there's a sale."
Sync would've rolled his eyes if he could hear Dahlia's thoughts; he had pocketed several spares just for that reason so it wasn't like he'd run out of sharp knives any time soon. Granted, it'd be a pain to replace everything, but it wasn't like he couldn't survive without them.
"I didn't expect a woman like you to be into hard labor," The God-General snickered, eying her decorative knife bag amusedly. He knew he'd have to watch his back; women were unpredictable things with their rampant emotions and what not. The last thing he'd need right now was for her to try to stab the back of his head. That'd just ruin all his fun!
Of course, now wasn't the time to be fooling around. From what he saw there could very well be hordes of these things outside so they had to be efficient in this.
Sync didn't bother saying anything more as he slowly led them to the door. Even now there were monsters crawling in, but they were easily taken care of once he slipped on his gloves. After stealing one last glance at Dahlia to make sure she was ready, Sync finally fought his way outside.
"Ha! Look who's talking!" Dahlia tossed some hair over her shoulder- Where those things still coming?!
They were bigger than she was, no surprised, but that didn't mean she was afraid of them. She wasn't afraid of ANYTHING. Yes, yes, try to bite her. Try it after she slammed that skillet straight up and crushed your rotten jaws in! Try to grab her when she broke your wrists! Just try it!
She managed to make her way to where Sync was, taking care of the things in her way when she had to. She grabbed a package of knives and tore it open, taking the tools and wrapping them in cloth napkins before shoving two in her sweater pockets. The last, she just carried in one hand, skillet in the other. Everything else that was sharp and useful right by her just got tossed into a knife bag and slung over her shoulder.
"Let's go."
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While Dahlia was rummaging around the God-General knew it would've been smart to do the same. He had a little experience with throwing knives, and after stealing a quick glance at the window it'd seem stupid not to bring a few as a precaution.
But knives alone weren't enough...
And just like that an idea popped in Sync's head. He was already on the move, grabbing a hold of the counter and hopped right on top of it. While they had done a good job in taking down a good amount there were still many monsters lingering around, and so Sync took advantage of this and leaped right onto one. He skillfully landed on its shoulders, making sure to force it into the ground as he hopped onto the next. The teen was quick to reach the other side of the store, kicking the last creature in the face before landing smoothly on the floor.
With his goal clear Sync began to tear down various utensils, grabbing two boxes that held two pairs of oyster gloves and quickly flipped them open. While they were nothing like his old fighting gloves they were good enough for now, stuffing them in his pockets before he began to search for some proper knives.
In the end he grabbed eight steak knives, using any nearby rags to wrap the spares up. However, another idea sprouted in his head and he acted quickly, grabbing a roll of cook's string before sprinting back where Dahlia stood as she finished up.
"Give me a minute," Sync said, already on the floor as he began to wind the string around one of the knives.
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At least her bag was matching the blood on her face.
While Sync was following in Dahlia's footsteps in terms of arming himself, Dollie had a few more problems on her hands to take care of--namely a few zombies replacing the ones she had taken out earlier (and if it was any consolation for her company, she had his back at the moment, if only to push it into the waiting horde to save her own skin later. Why waste what she had so soon?). When one came at her, she pulled the napkin off the knife in her hand and stabbed it up into the thing's throat, followed by knocking the blade in deeper with the skillet. A second met a skewer to the gut and the eye. The third was just a victim of good-old blunt force trauma. God forbid if it wasn't awfully therapeutic.
"Don't really have a minute, Sy-Sweetie. Hurry up."
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However, he worked as quickly and diligently as possible, wrapping the string snugly over one knife before he laid it parallel to his sneakers and began to tie it against his shoe. After making sure the knife was snug he took another and wrapped it around the other side of his shoe, testing both to make sure they were securely tied with no risk of slipping off. They had been attached in a way to insure they wouldn't hinder him when he ran, but he had made sure that an inch or two of the tip poked out.
Now to test it out... Well he certainly didn't need to ask for any volunteers; the moment Sync finished he sprung back up, dodging passed the fallen monsters Dahlia had beaten down and executed another roundhouse kick across another creature's face. The knives tied to his shoe immediately connected, slashing and further mutilating the monster when it tried to lunge at the teen. Sync didn't bother waiting for a counter, bringing his foot up one last time to impale the side of the monster's skull and drag it down to the floor before stepping back with a satisfactory grin.
"Is there anything else you can think of that you want to get," Sync started, eyes focused, not on Dahlia, but the countless monsters that were now scratching desperately at the window to try and get in. From what he'd seen the redhead at least knew how to defend herself; she might benefit with something long range like a makeshift spear or gun.
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"...Nice." Ten out of ten for style, anyway, but minus negative fifty for good thinking. Knives got dull and, after a while, those things were only going to trip him up in the long run. Whatever. Dahlia could laugh at him when he inevitably fell over.
Though he did bring up a good question. It wasn't safe in here, it wasn't safe outside, so they needed someplace that, even if it wasn't safe, at least had more to protect themselves with than a bunch of kitchen knives. "I don't know." She said it like she would have three hours ago, shy and vapid with a hand at her mouth in thought. Only the fact that she was holding a bloody knife and skillet broke the allusion. "Do you want to go shopping at the hardware store? I hear there's a sale."
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"I didn't expect a woman like you to be into hard labor," The God-General snickered, eying her decorative knife bag amusedly. He knew he'd have to watch his back; women were unpredictable things with their rampant emotions and what not. The last thing he'd need right now was for her to try to stab the back of his head. That'd just ruin all his fun!
Of course, now wasn't the time to be fooling around. From what he saw there could very well be hordes of these things outside so they had to be efficient in this.
Sync didn't bother saying anything more as he slowly led them to the door. Even now there were monsters crawling in, but they were easily taken care of once he slipped on his gloves. After stealing one last glance at Dahlia to make sure she was ready, Sync finally fought his way outside.
[To here.]
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