Nightshift 45: 2nd Floor Kitchen

[number_crunch]

[From here]The door swung open, revealing the destination Sho had in mind: the kitchen, home of all things flame-inducing. That was the plan, anyway. Even though he didn't think it would work, the mathematician's fingers found the light switch and flicked it a few times. Nothing. Oh well, that's what he had his flashlight for

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[damned_monsters]

If anything was going to burn, it was going to be them. The sound of the door swinging open and their voices and the racket they made as they went through the drawers was enough to wake her. Not many came her way, actually, so the mere fact that someone was so bold was enough to make the creature heave herself out of her slumber, cracking her coal black eyes open. Unlike her brethren, she was beautiful by comparison. A thin feminine torso arched gracefully from the spider's abdomen, the eight legs spreading a good six feet wide to support her frame. Her hair was platinum blond and short, framing what should have been a pretty face. Instead, her mouth was split wide, almost too wide for her face, and when she breathed, puffs of smoke escaped her lips. Her skin was mottled red and gray, and gave off such a peculiar glow, like that of dying embers buried beneath ash. And on each hand, where her fingers should have been, were long curved claws, sharp as razors.

Uncurling from her hiding place along the ceiling's shadows, the leftover moved inch by inch across it, edging ever closer to the door to cut off her prey's escape. She was smart - a combination of her human remnant and her spider self. She knew. Burn them all and eat their ash. Burn them to make sure they couldn't get away. Spit acid at them so they screamed in pain and then rend the flesh from their bones.

Her voice was gravelly when she spoke, the words grinding past unused vocal cords, like rocks sliding down a mountainside. "Burn...." Taking a deep breath, she unleashed her first attack, spitting a wave of fire at the two men.

[Kaze]

[number_crunch]

"Well, there's this one yoctogram that I've been trying to square away for a while," said Sho, chuckling at the thought. With the noise from walking through the mess they'd made and the conversation, he didn't even notice another presence in the room until it made itself known.

"Burn..."

Sho's head snapped up to see a wall of flame coming down at them, prompting him to jump out of the way and hit the ground in a clatter of kitchen utensils and various things banging around in his jacket. His aching ribs did not appreciate the sudden impact and he gasped in pain before he could muster a verbal response.

"What the factor!?" he yelled, scuttling away on his back and throwing the bag of chocolate chip cookies at the oncoming octagonal hanging from the ceiling. He was going to need both hands for fighting and unfortunately the cookies just didn't rate high on his list of priorities.

[damned_monsters]

The fire caught on the towels hanging here and there, and scattered over the tiles of the counters, turning the metal on the drawer handles black. Her eyes followed them as they moved and she quickly skittered to the side, the cookies Sho threw at her, smashing into the ceiling where she'd been only moments earlier. What nasty little creatures they were to throw things at her when all she wanted to do was to reduce them to ash. Was that so bad? They'd form a wonderful part of the cycle of life - the part where they fed her and she moved on to kill other things with the energy they gave her.

The leftover shrieked like a harpie and then hissed like a cat, spitting acid and flames at the pair below her. As long as she remained on the ceiling she was safe from their grabbing hands, but she'd also have a hard time at getting to them. If only she could burn them a little, slow them down...

"Burn," she growled yet again as she moved, releasing yet another wave of fire toward the middle of the room. The blue flames curled across the counters, fanning out in every direction, hungrily looking for anything flammable they could find.

[number_crunch]

That crunching noise had better not have been his megaphone.

Scrambling back onto his feet amid the rain of cookie crumbs and flames, Sho made for the sink before he knew what he was doing. Grabbing the sprayed, he turned and unleashed... an obnoxious, but hardly useful spray of water towards the octopedal obstruction.

"Haine, you hectopascal, does this look like a fire hose to you!?" he shouted before diving away and hitting the floor again (on his ribs again) before a wave of blue combustion. He winced as he felt flecks of acid land on his back, sizzling through the jacket. "Ow, that zetta hurts!"

Despite his complains, he scrambled away, trying to get a counter or table or anything between him and the enemy for now so he could work some calculations on how to deal with it.

"Try to knock it down here or something!" he suggested as a way to stall for t. He didn't particularly care if Haine actually succeeded, but anything to get the factoring thing to stop trying to set his asymptote on fire.

[damned_monsters]

Oh, they'd found a toy. The sprayer barely reached a portion of the way to her, arcing and dying uselessly in the air. It wasn't often that the leftover had something to laugh about, but that? Was pretty funny. Her laughter came in deep chuckles, bubbling out of her throat like blood out of a wound.

But she stopped when she noticed the white-haired one running toward her. He was certainly eager to die and she obliged him, spitting a ball of flame and acid at him as he ran. Never one to stay in one spot, she soon skittered to his left and spat another, hissing as she went.