The Assault

[wretchedhorrors]

They have been waiting. It is not like them, but they have had to learn and change and evolve since coming here, and so they have adapted to the world around them. When they came here, things changed, their world changed, and they changed with this new life. They grew accustomed to it, they learned the ways of this new world, and for them, life was

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[twiceahero]

Barbara's yelling, "The hotel! Everyone get to the hotel." She's already there, escrima sticks in her hands, looking for someone to watch her back.

[somanyghosts]

Plourr was minding her own business in the hotel lobby. It's where she tends to spend a hell of a lot of her time these days; she was once a mechanic, and she is good with machinery, and she is going to make this monitor work.

She glances up as the sky finally grows dark outside, and she gets up to flick on a lightswitch.

And that's when she hears the scream.

It's closer than it has ever been before, and the hair raises on the back of her neck as she very nearly claps her hands over her ears, and she freezes, listening (dimly recognizing that someone else is there and yelling), for a half second before she's spinning back toward the reception desk and the blaster that is sitting on top of it.

[twiceahero]

Barbara's at the front door, "We need to concentrate our forces!"

[wretchedhorrors]

There are two of them that make for the hotel first. They run side by side, each with a loping gait, growling and hissing as they race for the door. They know what they want, and they know how to get it.

[onewhoisall]

Cass watches the creatures only for a moment before diving down to the street below. She races forward tossing one of her batarangs at the nearest... thing.

[wretchedhorrors]

The nearest 'thing' happens to dislike having things thrown at it. Especially when they embed themselves in it's left shoulder, causing it to crash to the ground mid-stride. Picking itself up with one arm, it doesn't bother removing the batarang. It simply makes for the girl, teeth gnashing hungrily.

[onewhoisall]

There's more batarangs where that came from.

Cass races forward wielding another sharp batarang and goes after the one she wounded. She can count the times she's actually gone all out in a battle and held nothing back.

This would be one of these times.

[wretchedhorrors]

They hurt, but pain drives it forwards. It does not know how to stop and retreat. The armor helps, but it's slick with it's own red blood by the time it's leaping for her, springing high and fast, arms and legs outstretched.

[beyond_duty]

Kyuzo is still shrugging his Hailer onto his back as he pounds out of the bar right behind Maya. His free hand holds a short-barreled shotgun which is mostly silent; he's just here to cover Maya's back while she does the real damage.

[joiningyousoon]

They're in the street, they're skittering down the walls, flying across the rooftops -- the damn things are everywhere, and Maya's firing as soon as she hits the street.

The explosions are small, but would be no less satisfying for it. If there was time to think about it.

[beyond_duty]

It's Maya's job to kill anything that looks hostile. It's Kyuzo's job to keep her alive while she does it, and that means finding some place that's at least a bit defensible. The bar is out, those things came through the walls. So somewhere with no walls makes sense.

There's a two story building down the street.

[notsellcookies]

This is bad.

This is Sera bad. This is Locust bad.

This is the kind of bad Marcus has missed.

He's got his shotgun in hand as his heavy boots pound down the street, his armor on, pistol and grenades at his hip and his Lancer strapped to his back. He sees the other two and slows, just a little.

"See any?" No names; he doesn't care, and they look all business, just like him. "Anybody wounded?"

[lilmsmiraclegro]

Claire was in the store getting food.

Now she's... standing in the doorway, staring. And without a clue where to go from there.

[slobbery_shenzi]

Ice-cream headache is no excuse not to notice the little creatures swarming the street. Shenzi trails to the front of the store, groaning a little, with an expression partway between worry and annoyance. Her muzzle is stained with artificially-flavoured froth.

"Oh," she says, a little dully. Forgive her the monotone: there's a dozen pots' worth of variflavoured sorbet churning around in her stomach, sometimes including the cardboard, and she's starting to feel the after-effects. "Not hyenas, then. Just my luck."

This might be a good point to note that Shenzi is basically an overgrown hunchbacked dog with teeth like a crocodile's. But she's on Claire's side, honest.

[lilmsmiraclegro]

Claire starts at the voice, and stares down at what appears to be talking hyena. Sokka said they were all humans here.

But she hasn't got time to be scared of a big dog that clearly isn't one of those things. She can handle that weirdness later, because right now she's figuring that she can't heal back from being eaten.

Claire crouches down to the hyena, and pushes her lightly towards the hotel, to where everyone else seems to be running. "Run," she suggests.

[slobbery_shenzi]

Until recently, that was true. Shenzi's just arrived, and she's spent the bulk of her time here being introduced to the wonders of sugar.

"Aren't we hunting them first?" she says quizzically, looking up at the human. Because lots of little running things = free-for-all, in her opinion. They're small, so they can't be all that strong, right?

[burbonmilkshake]

Faye clatters down the stairs and skids into the lobby. "What the hell is going on?" she yells.

[grabber_fray]

"You're getting on the roof!" is the answer from Mel, who's kind of preoccupied around the building.

"Hi, Faye."

[burbonmilkshake]

"Hey, Mel. Where are the babies? I've got my room fortified."

[grabber_fray]

"Roof!"

She'll have time to catch up properly later, honest.