Near the Causeway, Friday Morning
"Well. This is inconvenient."
Kerrigan glared across the broken causeway in annoyance. Or maybe not broken: just... absent, where its most essential pavement should be. The large black crack that ran through it looked a lot like an unbridgable gap.
She pursed her lips. Perfectly still.
The illusion of human skin faded away in an instant, and then there was movement; she twisted around, lashing out with a single bone wing and stabbed straight through the armor of an approaching radscorpion, as if she was sticking a knife into a stick of butter. The thing made an inhuman noise as it twisted underneath the force of it, pinned to the ground.
She pulled her wing out just as abruptly. "Amateurs," she muttered, reaching for her wingtip with a single hand. She licked the oozelike blood from her fingers. "Radiation always has such predictable results. Useless."
The dead radscorpion did not reply. But behind it, from the shadows, came more creatures, dogs and mutants, menacing and dangerous.
Kerrigan was unmoved. She was a better breed of monster.
[[ open if anyone wants to join her in slaughtering them... or more likely, watch her make short work of it ]]
Kerrigan glared across the broken causeway in annoyance. Or maybe not broken: just... absent, where its most essential pavement should be. The large black crack that ran through it looked a lot like an unbridgable gap.
She pursed her lips. Perfectly still.
The illusion of human skin faded away in an instant, and then there was movement; she twisted around, lashing out with a single bone wing and stabbed straight through the armor of an approaching radscorpion, as if she was sticking a knife into a stick of butter. The thing made an inhuman noise as it twisted underneath the force of it, pinned to the ground.
She pulled her wing out just as abruptly. "Amateurs," she muttered, reaching for her wingtip with a single hand. She licked the oozelike blood from her fingers. "Radiation always has such predictable results. Useless."
The dead radscorpion did not reply. But behind it, from the shadows, came more creatures, dogs and mutants, menacing and dangerous.
Kerrigan was unmoved. She was a better breed of monster.
[[ open if anyone wants to join her in slaughtering them... or more likely, watch her make short work of it ]]