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[psychoticracer]

[There's a harsh KA-CHACK of a gun cartridge being set into place, followed by a deep, slow chuckle.]

NOW we're talking.

All of you who don't enjoy bleeding, stay the hell out of my way.

Comments

[electroniccrane]

Do they not have fire discipline where you're from?

[She's...almost bantering, and there's the sound of her racking the slide of her own weapon.]

[psychoticracer]

Oh, you misunderstand. I only aim at things I'm prepared to shoot.

((Another dark chuckle.))

[electroniccrane]

Tch. You'd waste ammo on someone who's just going to come back?

[psychoticracer]

If they get in my way, they need to be removed from the field. It's faster and more efficient to spend one bullet than to -

((A piercing zombie shriek comes through the comm.))

AH! Sonova -

((Erol seems to be mildly sensitive to the pitch. Owie.))

[electroniccrane]

[Chuckle.]

Situational awareness, Commander.

[There's an echoing zombie scream from her comm, and then a series of ripping, cracking noises.]

Hmm. Tearing off arms doesn't slow them down.

[psychoticracer]

Fuck you, I bet you can turn down the frequency on your bloody hearing or something.

((Gunfire, short and sweet - one round at a time, taking them out with precise headshots.))

[electroniccrane]

It was very useful when I was chained to you.

[There's another crunching sound from her end.]

Ah. They don't do so well without legs.

[psychoticracer]

As I'm certain my gun would have been.

Hn. Wastes more ammo to take out both kneecaps than it does to make one shot through the eye or gullet.

((Pew pew.))

[electroniccrane]

[Chuckle.]

Think that if you like.

[There have not been any gunshots from the Major's end of the conversation. She's been fighting purely melee.]

Should it come up--if you're not strong enough to rip off their heads in hand-to-hand, your best bet is the knee.

[There's the sound of movement, then a crash.]

They go flying like anyone else, though.

[psychoticracer]

I guarantee it would have. I'd have shot myself.

Yes, the knee or hamstring would be my default for melee. I've no intention of allowing myself to get caught behind lines without ammo, however.

Speaking of which, you heard anything about where we might find a reload?

((This is surreal. They're talking civilly. Must be the presence of violence taking the edge off.))

[electroniccrane]

That would have been uncommonly considerate of you.

[Another zombie scream is cut off halfway by the sound of the Major punching right through its head.]

I wasn't assuming we'd be getting reloads. That's why I've been sticking to melee.

[Plus, she loves hand-to-hand.]

[psychoticracer]

A significantly more attractive prospect when your bones are made of titanium. I'd be more impressed if you chose melee against something that could actually hurt you.

And I wouldn't have done it for you.

[electroniccrane]

[At that, she makes a noise that's almost a laugh. She's been through a few bodies from choosing melee against things that could actually hurt her.]

They do make things that can hurt me back home, you know.

[psychoticracer]

Oh? A pity none of them are to be found here.

[electroniccrane]

Batou's going to be hurt to hear you think so little of him.

[psychoticracer]

... ((He laughs.))

I meant something *I* could use.