Not one of his finer moments...
Characters: Duncan, Ember, maybe more?
Location: Plaza
Time: Night, backdated to the 20th
Style: Log style
Status: Closed-ish? Just PM me if you want in, we'll work something out.
Well, he'd finally run out of traps, and it was getting too risky making new ones, which is why Duncan was finally forced to head into town on his "borrowed" bike. Sure, he could have gone over to that troll's house (he still refused to call it a hive, it's a house, dude), but some strange place full of robots just wasn't high on his list of his places to hole up. He'd seen enough sci-fi movies to know what happens when a bunch of robots get together in once place, thanks. And if the fish freaks running around were any indication, he was definitely living a cheap sci-fi monster movie already, he didn't wanna add killer robots to the mix. Besides, if he's gonna hole up in a place he wants to make sure it's something he can get familiar with in a hurry. Definitely the cardinal rule in all the monster movies he'd seen (followed by "never hide out in a building with a large ventilation system or a basement").
He figured the plaza would be as good a place to start as any. It was in the center of town, meaning it was more likely that the numbers of the creatures would get thinned out before they got there (at least that's what he thought, whether or not it was true was another matter). Frankly the whole place seemed to be dead, what with everyone probably holed up inside or out fighting somewhere else. He avoided uttering the cliche'd "it's too quiet" line, he'd seen enough monster flicks to know what happened the second anyone said those five little words. But nonetheless, he kept his guard up. Just not high enough, it seemed, because he practically jumped out of his skin at a sudden monstrous shriek that was coming from somewhere far closer than it should have been. He spun around just in time to see a mass of gnashing teeth come flying at him, and Duncan was easily knocked to the ground. One of the stupid things had gotten the drop on him, and now was a hell of a time to have his only weapon slung around his back. So now he had a very hungry looking fish beast standing on him, trying to pin his arms down so it could get a bite in. He got his left arm free just in time to protect himself, only to wind up with the creature's jaws clamping down on his forearm instead of his throat. Which felt just as great as one would expect. Probably a solid 9 on Duncan's personal pain index.
"YOWWWW!"
Nope, you didn't need to have your SFC on to hear that one. Or the shrieks from the creature that followed shortly afterward; Duncan got his other arm free, pulled out his carving knife, and had just embedded it up to the handle in the creature's left eye to get his arm back. "YOU WANT A PIECE OF ME, YOU'RE WORKIN' FOR IT, FISH FACE!" he shouted as it staggered off him, and against all good judgment and common sense he chose to attack it rather than try to run.
Whether it was just pride at stake or a really bad temper it was hard to say, but one way or another he tackled the creature to the ground. Sure it smelled awful, looked awful, and was damn difficult to get a good hold of due to the slippery scales, but it didn't deter Duncan. Frankly his own blood was probably making things a whole lot more difficult, but he eventually got a good grip on one of the beast's arms and managed to break it at the elbow with enough bashing. All the while he was getting cut up from the claws he didn't take care of, mostly a result of the creature's frantic kicking and thrashing. One narrowly missed his own eye to give him a shallow cut down his cheek, and a much deeper wound in his left shoulder. The creature frantically rolled along the ground to try shaking him off, all the while continuing to claw at him while he continued to try getting around to it's back to avoid the business end of said claws. Eventually, he got ahold of his knife again, and gave it a good solid pull down the creature's neck. What was left of its eye was quickly removed, and although its skull kept him from doing much damage to the rest of its head, he managed to dig the knife in deep again by the time it got to its neck, slicing open an artery in the process.
The thrashing didn't continue for much longer before the creature started to wear down, allowing Duncan to get a stronger hold of it and climb to his feet. He had it by the base of its leg and its neck, and he used what energy he had left to lift it overhead and slam the creature's body down on his knee, snapping the spine. It was still alive, but limp as it rolled off him and onto the street to bleed out. Duncan wasn't in much better shape, but at least he could still move, and he staggered toward the big coral in the center of the plaza for a breather. Nobody had told him about the Lamufao's healing abilities, so imagine his surprise when he suddenly felt quite a bit better when he sat down at the base of the giant coral to catch his breath. Sure, he still hurt, a lot, but some of the minor cuts were suddenly gone, and he felt like he'd got a second wind- not that it would help much against the other fish monsters that were now entering the plaza, likely either drawn by his screaming or the shrieks of one of their own.
"...crap." And it was beginning to look like he'd left the SFC back in the forest, too, which meant calling for help didn't look like it'd be an option. With any luck, somebody on his side heard the commotion too, but with his rotten luck Duncan wasn't about to hold his breath.
Location: Plaza
Time: Night, backdated to the 20th
Style: Log style
Status: Closed-ish? Just PM me if you want in, we'll work something out.
Well, he'd finally run out of traps, and it was getting too risky making new ones, which is why Duncan was finally forced to head into town on his "borrowed" bike. Sure, he could have gone over to that troll's house (he still refused to call it a hive, it's a house, dude), but some strange place full of robots just wasn't high on his list of his places to hole up. He'd seen enough sci-fi movies to know what happens when a bunch of robots get together in once place, thanks. And if the fish freaks running around were any indication, he was definitely living a cheap sci-fi monster movie already, he didn't wanna add killer robots to the mix. Besides, if he's gonna hole up in a place he wants to make sure it's something he can get familiar with in a hurry. Definitely the cardinal rule in all the monster movies he'd seen (followed by "never hide out in a building with a large ventilation system or a basement").
He figured the plaza would be as good a place to start as any. It was in the center of town, meaning it was more likely that the numbers of the creatures would get thinned out before they got there (at least that's what he thought, whether or not it was true was another matter). Frankly the whole place seemed to be dead, what with everyone probably holed up inside or out fighting somewhere else. He avoided uttering the cliche'd "it's too quiet" line, he'd seen enough monster flicks to know what happened the second anyone said those five little words. But nonetheless, he kept his guard up. Just not high enough, it seemed, because he practically jumped out of his skin at a sudden monstrous shriek that was coming from somewhere far closer than it should have been. He spun around just in time to see a mass of gnashing teeth come flying at him, and Duncan was easily knocked to the ground. One of the stupid things had gotten the drop on him, and now was a hell of a time to have his only weapon slung around his back. So now he had a very hungry looking fish beast standing on him, trying to pin his arms down so it could get a bite in. He got his left arm free just in time to protect himself, only to wind up with the creature's jaws clamping down on his forearm instead of his throat. Which felt just as great as one would expect. Probably a solid 9 on Duncan's personal pain index.
"YOWWWW!"
Nope, you didn't need to have your SFC on to hear that one. Or the shrieks from the creature that followed shortly afterward; Duncan got his other arm free, pulled out his carving knife, and had just embedded it up to the handle in the creature's left eye to get his arm back. "YOU WANT A PIECE OF ME, YOU'RE WORKIN' FOR IT, FISH FACE!" he shouted as it staggered off him, and against all good judgment and common sense he chose to attack it rather than try to run.
Whether it was just pride at stake or a really bad temper it was hard to say, but one way or another he tackled the creature to the ground. Sure it smelled awful, looked awful, and was damn difficult to get a good hold of due to the slippery scales, but it didn't deter Duncan. Frankly his own blood was probably making things a whole lot more difficult, but he eventually got a good grip on one of the beast's arms and managed to break it at the elbow with enough bashing. All the while he was getting cut up from the claws he didn't take care of, mostly a result of the creature's frantic kicking and thrashing. One narrowly missed his own eye to give him a shallow cut down his cheek, and a much deeper wound in his left shoulder. The creature frantically rolled along the ground to try shaking him off, all the while continuing to claw at him while he continued to try getting around to it's back to avoid the business end of said claws. Eventually, he got ahold of his knife again, and gave it a good solid pull down the creature's neck. What was left of its eye was quickly removed, and although its skull kept him from doing much damage to the rest of its head, he managed to dig the knife in deep again by the time it got to its neck, slicing open an artery in the process.
The thrashing didn't continue for much longer before the creature started to wear down, allowing Duncan to get a stronger hold of it and climb to his feet. He had it by the base of its leg and its neck, and he used what energy he had left to lift it overhead and slam the creature's body down on his knee, snapping the spine. It was still alive, but limp as it rolled off him and onto the street to bleed out. Duncan wasn't in much better shape, but at least he could still move, and he staggered toward the big coral in the center of the plaza for a breather. Nobody had told him about the Lamufao's healing abilities, so imagine his surprise when he suddenly felt quite a bit better when he sat down at the base of the giant coral to catch his breath. Sure, he still hurt, a lot, but some of the minor cuts were suddenly gone, and he felt like he'd got a second wind- not that it would help much against the other fish monsters that were now entering the plaza, likely either drawn by his screaming or the shrieks of one of their own.
"...crap." And it was beginning to look like he'd left the SFC back in the forest, too, which meant calling for help didn't look like it'd be an option. With any luck, somebody on his side heard the commotion too, but with his rotten luck Duncan wasn't about to hold his breath.