Order Thirty-one

[loyal_credo]

( Voice | English)

If you are not at the hospital, stay hidden as best you can. Even here we are having trouble with them getting inside, and they seem to have no problem shooting anyone down. This is no game to them, they will kill anyone if they get the chance.

[And Credo has been pondering learning how to use a gun through all this mess. Without

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[hollisland]

[ HEY CREDO HEY CREDO HEY CREDO. YOU CAN'T WIN. THERE'S A SOLDIER, LIKE, RIGHT THERE. BONJOUR. ]

[loyal_credo]

[THEY ARE LIKE COCKROACHES, BY THE SAVIOR! How the hell are they managing to get inside the hospital? However the way, he's not impressed and the frown on his face shows it.]

They're inside again! [He'll growl over the communicator, before taking up his sword. Yeah, totally learning how to use a gun after this. He'll just be moving to get inside an empty room, behind the door, as he had been in a hallway. He has to have the soldier come to him, since he can't just bum rush him.]

[hollisland]

[ He sees Credo move and follows, gun at the ready. ]

[loyal_credo]

[And he'll wait until the soldier is close, at least through the doorway, before moving to strike, swinging his blade at the armed man. He'll need to get that gun out of his hand to have a good chance against him, that much he knows.]

[hollisland]

[ Damn, what's with these people and antique weapons? He tries to fire off a shot with his pistol, maybe another one, but then he's slashed across the chest. ]

[loyal_credo]

[It's not antique! The Order was just old fashioned... shh. He'll cry out as one bullet hits him, in the thigh, before he'll press forward, trying to get another slice or two in. He's in good range to attack as it is, he should use it.

Slicing hard, he'll then be grabbing for that hand with the gun meaning to get it away from him or at least pointed away from himself. Don't mind Credo trying to stab you with his sword either.]

[hollisland]

[ He somewhat desperately tries to slam Credo with his rifle. Body armor really doesn't do a thing against swords. He drops his rifle and pulls out his pistol, firing indiscriminately, just trying to get Credo away. ]

[loyal_credo]

[Well that wasn't good. The pistol was easier for the man to maneuver in close quarters and he hits Credo, in the shoulder and arm, a few bullets managing to amazingly miss. Not so good for Credo is the fact that he hit his sword arm, and said weapon clatters to the floor, as he's knocked back a bit, clutching his arm.

He'll try to grab for it quickly, with his other hand, swinging in a wide arc to hopefully hit the soldier, or at least get him to back off a bit... so he can attempt to get back inside the room he'd been in before. Shutting the door and locking it. Don't mind him clumsily knocking over a large shelf of medical odds and end to block said door. He'll be sitting in front of it to help hold the soldier back, groaning in pain as he bleeds out all over the place.

Such a good day.]

[hollisland]

[ Good news! He hits the soldier and causes him to stumble; he's unable to do anything to prevent Credo's retreat, and in fact isn't much healthier. For the time being, he doesn't try to get into the room... he's too busy trying to patch up his own wounds. ]

[loyal_credo]

[... stalemate? Credo is doing the same, the medical supplies he has on the floor around him yielding bandages, which he puts to good use. Shame he didn't grab that rifle that was on the ground, would have done him a lot of good right now.]

[hollisland]

[ Pretty much, yeah. Once he's covered himself up a bit, he leaves. ]