Give it all up just to be alive.
Characters: wayofflowers, unevoked, and mythgravenblade!
Date/Time: Dec. 5th, sometime during the day.
Location: Wellspring Island
Rating: PG-13 for smashing things.
Summary: Zombie smashing log! That's all I got. Will update if need be? And Cocoa, if this doesn't work, like Tegu said on plurk, we can go back and try again. xD
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With a solid crack another zombie stumbled in its tracks, limp body falling even limper with the picked point of the war hammer planted securely into it's skull. It hit the ground motionless, jaw slack.
Castor cursed. Now he had to get the damn weapon out of the thing. A boot was planted firmly on it's chest and he looked away, so to avoid having the inevitable gore splatter hit him in the face as he wrenched the blade out of the monster's head with a sickening, organic crunch. He could have sworn fighting these things was easier in that memory he had-- or at least, wasn't so fucking messy. Granted, he couldn't see a damn thing in it, but he didn't remember getting splatters of blood and bone shards all over his coat. He opened an eye to glance over his shoulder, warily keeping an eye on the next one in line, shambling towards the sounds of battle and life.
Another thing that was annoying. These things were swarming. Slow as anything, yeah, but by the time he finished with one, the next was stumbling towards him, arms outstretched, mouth agape, and groaning out mindless noises. He had a back up plan in case he got stuck in a crowd of them, but as long as he didn't have to use it, he wouldn't.
"C'mere, asshole," he snarled at it, taking a few steps back to lure it a bit farther from the rest of them. He shouldered the bloody weapon, extending a hand to goad the zombie. "Got something for ya." he was sure it would flail uselessly at him no matter what he did, but there was something satisfying about this. The only thing he wished, somewhere in the back of his mind, was that Pollux could be out here destroying them with him. Or hitting them with lightning with his mind, that had been cool. Or using those nifty healing powers he had.
The zombie stumbled forward and Castor snapped out of his thoughts, dropping the hammer and bringing it up in a sweeping upswing, the blunt end catching the monster square on the jaw and shattering the lower half of its face. He let out a grin despite himself.
If nothing else, this was cathartic. He glanced up, keeping an eye on the main horde and curing inwardly again. As much as he was enjoying the opportunity, he wouldn't need to be staying on his own for much longer. There were definitely too many monsters that didn't get tired in the area. He swung the weapon again, this time clipping the crippled zombie's knee to fell it, the heel of his boot finishing this one.
Either the clinic or the spa-- he'd have to pick one of the other to retreat to, rather than be an idiot and try and take out the swarm by himself.
[/flails! I hope it works guys? xD if there's any issues, hit me up on Plurk and I can edit/fix/plan/we can do whatever. Mommycaptain and Pally can jump in wherever~]
Date/Time: Dec. 5th, sometime during the day.
Location: Wellspring Island
Rating: PG-13 for smashing things.
Summary: Zombie smashing log! That's all I got. Will update if need be? And Cocoa, if this doesn't work, like Tegu said on plurk, we can go back and try again. xD
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With a solid crack another zombie stumbled in its tracks, limp body falling even limper with the picked point of the war hammer planted securely into it's skull. It hit the ground motionless, jaw slack.
Castor cursed. Now he had to get the damn weapon out of the thing. A boot was planted firmly on it's chest and he looked away, so to avoid having the inevitable gore splatter hit him in the face as he wrenched the blade out of the monster's head with a sickening, organic crunch. He could have sworn fighting these things was easier in that memory he had-- or at least, wasn't so fucking messy. Granted, he couldn't see a damn thing in it, but he didn't remember getting splatters of blood and bone shards all over his coat. He opened an eye to glance over his shoulder, warily keeping an eye on the next one in line, shambling towards the sounds of battle and life.
Another thing that was annoying. These things were swarming. Slow as anything, yeah, but by the time he finished with one, the next was stumbling towards him, arms outstretched, mouth agape, and groaning out mindless noises. He had a back up plan in case he got stuck in a crowd of them, but as long as he didn't have to use it, he wouldn't.
"C'mere, asshole," he snarled at it, taking a few steps back to lure it a bit farther from the rest of them. He shouldered the bloody weapon, extending a hand to goad the zombie. "Got something for ya." he was sure it would flail uselessly at him no matter what he did, but there was something satisfying about this. The only thing he wished, somewhere in the back of his mind, was that Pollux could be out here destroying them with him. Or hitting them with lightning with his mind, that had been cool. Or using those nifty healing powers he had.
The zombie stumbled forward and Castor snapped out of his thoughts, dropping the hammer and bringing it up in a sweeping upswing, the blunt end catching the monster square on the jaw and shattering the lower half of its face. He let out a grin despite himself.
If nothing else, this was cathartic. He glanced up, keeping an eye on the main horde and curing inwardly again. As much as he was enjoying the opportunity, he wouldn't need to be staying on his own for much longer. There were definitely too many monsters that didn't get tired in the area. He swung the weapon again, this time clipping the crippled zombie's knee to fell it, the heel of his boot finishing this one.
Either the clinic or the spa-- he'd have to pick one of the other to retreat to, rather than be an idiot and try and take out the swarm by himself.
[/flails! I hope it works guys? xD if there's any issues, hit me up on Plurk and I can edit/fix/plan/we can do whatever. Mommycaptain and Pally can jump in wherever~]