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Characters: makeitmemorable and dogtagcollar
When: December first - early evening.
Where: Near the walls of the safezone.
Rating: PG/PG-13 for violence?
Summary: Morgan gets all up in a Bugbear's business and Romulus keeps him from dying. :|b

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[dogtagcollar]

Luckily, Rome was patrolling the area that night. He smelled Morgan immediately, and the giant animal next. Rome didn't have time to get into the thoughts of whether or not he wanted to- Morgan was a civilian, from his own world no less, and Romulus had an obligation to him.

He started running.

He didn't want to shed his clothing quite yet- a wolf clashing with the bugbear would likely garner him injuries, and Rome wanted to remain as healthy as possible (especially after his last fight with Morgan).

As the creature advances on Morgan to try and finish him off, Rome jumps from the rooftop of the nearby building, landing squarely on the creature's back, sinking his hunting knife into its neck. The animal gave a roar of pain, but it didn't go down. Worrisome. Romulus reached to draw his gun, his fingers digging into the creature's fur and trying to hold on as the bugbear. He'd just managed to draw his weapon when the animal managed to catch his jacket sleeve, throwing him hard against the ground.

[makeitmemorable]

"Jesus, dude - just get out of here!"

Is what he tried to say, at least. He had smacked his head pretty hard - his words were a little slurred, and the situation itself a little surreal. He hadn't been expecting a fucking bugbear to leap out of the bushes at him, and he definitely hadn't been expecting Rome of all people to appear at his rescue.

He pushes himself to his feet and chokes down a wave of nausea - something's broken, and he's not sure what it is yet, hasn't been able to determine what just stings and what actually hurts, and he makes a yelling noise, trying to draw the bugbear away from Romulus.

Morgan is not altruistic or self-sacrificing, but his vision is already a little blurry around the edges, and people come back when they die here, don't they? No reason to have both of them dead.

[dogtagcollar]

The weapon had skittered from Rome's fingers when he'd been thrown, landing a few woeful feet away. The bear was closing in, and Rome was preparing to shift and try to scramble out of there, when Morgan both saved him a heap of trouble and made the situation worse by calling out to the bugbear and distracting the beast's attention.

"Idiot," he whispered to himself, rolling over while the bugbear advanced on Morgan. A moment later, his handgun was clasped in his hand, he had rolled to one knee, and was taking careful aim.

Two shots to the back of the chest and one to the skull, and the bugbear roared, turning back even as the shots rang out. His aim was true, but the beast was sturdy, thick, and wouldn't fall so easily.

"Get down!" He cried out, standing and drawing another knife. "Curl up and don't make any noise!"

DAMMIT I always make fun of you for doing that XD

[makeitmemorable]

Morgan wanted to shout an affirmative, some witty retort about following not following orders issued from Rome - it was sort of reflexive at this point, but then his knees buckled and he hit the ground anyway.

Mary mother of fuck that gunfire was loud, and with a little grunt of pain, he curled up and tucked his head beneath his elbow to block out the light and some of the sound. He hurt, had the distinct feeling that he'd hurt worse tomorrow - but maybe if Romulus could actually take the damn bugbear out, he'd live to see that achey tomorrow.

Altruistic asshole, he thought with a fuzzy irritation. No one had asked him to save him.