Day Eight - Reavers! (Outside)

[rf_reavers]

Who: All
When: Noon
Where: Outside
Rating: NC-17, I'm sure. Reavers rape. We didn't though. Huh.
Invasion: ... no.
Notes: Track, please, and find your tree. Consult us if necessary.

Status: Closed.
Summary: Group effort. And by group effort, I mean, Mandy totally called itThe Reavers invade DauphinMare, as predicted, and the warning stones set

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[and_snow_fell]

They were still some distance away, but the emotions coming off of them in overwhelming waves were about to drop Jasper to his knees. His hands lifted to his head as the rage, the hunger, the wanton desires surged and roiled within him.

Teeth bared and venom flowed, and he wondered if he should not be on the other side of the shield, the side with all the beating pulses, the side that smelled so good.

Topaz eyes lit on the boy yelling about the shield, and he thought he'd do more good on the far side. It wasn't as though they'd be able to hurt him. Not really. No worse than he'd been hurt before.

He wondered what Alice saw in this battle. ...

Charlie glanced to Johnny when he came out, but it was brief. A flick of eyes, no more. Her attention was on the dark mass swarming nearer, the blanket of darkness draping the land. She took a few steps back, but she felt Chase's shield against her back and knew she could go no further.

Jake made sure his guns were loaded, and he glanced grimly at the oncoming tide. He lifted his gun, leveling his aim, and he began to think to himself. I do not aim with my eye ... and he recalled Roland's lessons.

His jaw set, and he waited.

[venom_seduced]

Edward's eyes flicked to Jasper, the other vampire's thoughts loud in his mind, his thirst echoing and spurring on Ed's own.

Though he had to admit, being on the other side of the shield, out where something could be done, was looking mighty good right then.

Mal cocked his revolvers - he'd managed to pick up another one - at the mass moving toward them. There was a shield, sure, but one he couldn't see, and that mad him a mite nervous. If they'd been close enough, he'd have fired there and then til he spent the bullets he had, and reach for more besides.

Out in front of the shield, Johnny maintained his full body flame, ready to direct Charlie's fire or shoot out some of his own as needed. He wondered how those buggers would smell when they burned and grinned wider.

Time to save the world.

[ashes_like_sand]

There was panic, and there was extreme panic, and there were things approaching her much, much too quickly. Charlie closed her eyes, a silent scream tearing out of her throat as she reached for her power, and was unable to find it.

Frozen, terrified, she pressed back against the shield as if she could get through it, get to where it was safe.

They were close enough. Jake took aim, and fired. And again, and again. Each shot was careful, hitting their target more often than not, glancing off the ones he didn't hit squarely. "I remember the face of my father," he hissed between clenched teeth.

Jasper glanced over to Edward, barely able to find coherence in the thoughts of rage, death, kill, murderslashblooddeathrapekill, and he drew back to get a space to run before he lunged at the shield, employing enough velocity to propel himself through it.

If he was going to start in with the teeth and killing, he didn't want his own side to take casualties.

Tristan was horrified by the swarm of ... what the hell were those things? barreling toward them. His wand lifted, but his mind blanked until he heard beside him, Kat yelling, over and over, "Stupefy!"

That seemed good enough for him.

[shiny_captain]

Mal saw the whites - technically - of their eyes, and began to fire, though not with the precision of Jake. He did well enough to take out a few, however.

"Tai-kong suo-yo duh shing-chiou sai-jin wuh duh pi-gu*," he cursed under his breath.

*All the planets in space flushed into my ass.

Edward felt ultimately useless in the second guard, though he supposed he ought to be paying attention in case any of the enemy slipped around the others.

Johnny began to shoot out fireballs at the beasts, his gaze flicking to Charlie, concerned. Why wasn't she attacking?

[rf_reavers]

There were too many of them for any sense of what to do in an organized fashion, and they had begun to fight against themselves in the close quarters, turning on each other and ripping at limbs. Some were carrying them as though they were weapons, others were carrying them in their teeth, using them to work themselves into a frenzy, though not consciously.

Some of the faster ones had hit the shield, falling backwards. Some had hit hard enough to fall unconscious, and others were falling victim to spells and attacks coming from the other side of the mysterious wall. Furious that flesh and blood were so close yet separated, several turned to discover that there were, in fact, some who were on the opposite side of the shield and with great speed they moved to grab at the figures. Some were not intelligent enough to avoid the flames, and fell away howling, setting fire to others.

Some, however, reached out to grab at the one who was not ignited, snarling at her with mutilated faces.

[ashes_like_sand]

Charlie screamed, this time putting some voice behind it. They were around her, bodies burned and charring, but there were others pressing too close against her. Tears tumbled down her cheeks and she struggled again to find her flames, but the panic was overwhelming, blackness edging her vision.

Out among them, just as savage as they were, Jasper began to attack. Biting, grabbing, snapping, twisting, anything he could reach. It was just like before, a hundred years ago, when he was new, when this was his life, his duty, his job.

Killing. Defending himself, killing those around him.

Charlie should be fighting, Jake realized. "Put your shield down!" he screamed at Chase. "They're going to kill her!" It was foolish, perhaps - they'd simply swarm over to the rest who were still standing, but he couldn't just watch her die like that. Not like that.

Was he fucking insane? Chase didn't even dignify the boy with a glance, let alone a response. It was hard enough to just keep the shield up with the press of bodies - four of them equine - weighing against it.

He saw what was happening, but he wasn't dropping the shield so they could get through. Not for her. Not for anyone.

When Jake saw he wasn't going to respond, he started to fire at the reavers closest to Charlie, wondering if it was already too late for her.

[johnnyflameon]

He couldn't ignore the bodies lurching toward him at an alarming speed, nor could he ignore the ones attacking Charlie.

"Flame on!" he yelled for no other reason than because that's what he did and used his Supernova Flame to drive them back, extinguishing the lives of at least half a dozen of the beasts and injuring maybe twice that many.

Mal just kept shooting, cursing some more as he ran out of ammunition, and digging in the pockets of his brown duster for more bullets, knowing that after a spell, if that shield failed he'd never get to them in time.

Pushing that aside, he began squeezing off more rounds into the crowd of bodies, aiming for heads where he could, and taking advantage of whatever he could see where he couldn't.

[rf_reavers]

Some were stupidly attracted to the flames, and some simply couldn't avoid the fire as it ravaged through their ranks. Some had begun to flee away from them, curving around to try and find a new way at the fighters, being pushed along the edges of the shield.

Some, however, were entranced by the scent of flesh in the vicinity. They began to rip and tear at it, more often than not pulling the charred flesh off the Reavers in front of them, but some of them may have managed to sink their teeth into the girl who was standing outside of the shield, ripping off delicious pieces of flesh, their lips sinking into it hungrily, eyes crazed with years of pent up emotion and rage.

[and_snow_fell]

Tristan paled when he saw through a gap in the crowd, blood smearing the shield. When he saw a blond girl torn apart. His fingers spasmed numbly around his wand, and he nearly dropped it.

Despite the fact he'd been flinging spells, it hadn't really sunk in that it was ... real. That people might die. That had died.

He swallowed hard, and redoubled his efforts, firing at the thinning crowd of reavers.

Jake shot until he was out, then changed guns. He took more time to aim now; the crowd was thinner. Some had burned. Some had fallen. Some had ...

Jesus Christ was that Cameron running around the shield? "Cameron!" Jake screamed, shifting his focus to start firing at the reavers she was running toward. But even as he started to fire, he realized it wasn't Cameron.

It looked like her ... but it wasn't her. Because she was just ... over there.

[venom_seduced]

Edward looked up at Alice's call. Maybe he was needed here now, but if they were going inside. Bella. He shot a thought to Ice. Would he be able to go?

He surveyed the thinning ranks. Maybe so.

Mal was running out of ammo, becoming slow to load, too. He plugged away, though, systematically felling beast after beast.

Johnny paled as he watched Charlie go down, helpless to stop it and enraged. Spurred on, he threw out more, and more intense, fireballs towards the crowd.

[rf_reavers]

They screeched and screamed as the fire hit them, the smell of burning flesh filling the air as they ran haphazardly in circles, colliding with each other and ripping off their own burning limbs, they expansive numbers lowering exponentially.

[venom_seduced]

Edward didn't need any more encouragement, and ran at breakneck speed to find Bella.

[and_snow_fell]

When the field was more or less cleared, when the emotional turmoil had settled, Jasper looked around slowly. He could see the others on the other side of the shield, but the scent of blood was high, surrounding him. Topaz eyes sought out Alice.

He focused on her, using her to bring himself back to the here and now, to find the hold on his control. He would not tear up any of the residents here. He would not.

Tristan lowered his wand slowly when he realized things weren't moving anymore.

Well, not much moving, anyway. There was a pale blond guy walking toward them, and there was a darkhaired girl out there, too.

He very determinedly did not look at the torn up corpse of the blonde girl.

Kat thought she was going to be sick.

No, she knew she was going to be sick. Turning away, trying not to get it on anyone, she was very sick in the middle of the battlefield.

There was a dead girl not twenty feet in front of her, torn up and bloodied, and dead.

People died here. Tears started to trickle down her cheeks, and she was only vaguely aware of Tristan standing over her, his hand on her shoulder.