Draft Log #3: During v. 2.0

[lucetimods]

Who: Everyone on the draft
What: Day 3-5
When: August 27th-August 29th
Where: ONCE MORE INTO THE-- ...BEACH
Summary: Like it says above. The draftees reach the beach.
Rating: V FOR VIOLENT BEHAVIOUR!!

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Early Day Five |D

[not_a_bluesbro]

[Would she be interested in exploring if there's a sudden rather loud and obvious explosion to her right, beyond a few trees a nice run away? Because Wolfwood's over there, busy with shooting missiles. And Third Party men. Same ol', same ol'.

At least he's doing well, despite being overwhelmed in numbers. Damn sneak attacks.]

[markofthebrave]

[Not really, explosions are boring-- I mean, holy crap, what? Katara runs to investigate, bringing a good chunk of ocean water with her.

Sneak attacks are super annoying. You know what else is? Ice missiles. When they're aimed towards someone's wings, especially.]

[not_a_bluesbro]

[Just don't hit the preacher who's sliding back with his giant cross in one hand! :O

He notices those ice missiles, and for a moment has no idea what to think of them until Katara pops in. Well, that makes a lot more sense, to be sure. He comes to a stop and flips the Punisher around until it rests under his arm and fires as he's crouched low. The winged men are really losing some wings today, huh?]

[markofthebrave]

[A sudden shift and then Katara's pulling out the ice missiles - they're still not going down, damn them, she whirls her hands around her head in a graceful move and for a moment the sky above them is darkened in a thick and dense mist.

The soldiers shriek, having a sense of what's coming, and some of them speed down to attack.

That's just fine. Their wings are already drenched. Katara turns the mist to ice on their wings and pulls back. This has the affect of essentially... tearing large portions of their wings right off.]

[not_a_bluesbro]

[Ouch. Wolfwood wouldn't want to be feeling that, to be sure. There's not a moment after she begins pulling back that Wolfwood fires as well, burning holes through the wings. Any projectiles that they may be aiming toward Katara or him will be halted when he lifts the Punisher and blocks the two of them.]

[markofthebrave]

[Nice

And that's when she takes the remaining water in the atmosphere, morphs it into hard, long ice spikes, and attacks whatever members of the Third Party are still conscious. Some of them manage to drive off some of the ice spikes. But not all.

In fact, they should be nearly done here. As long as no one else shows up...]

[not_a_bluesbro]

[Do you mean that one above us left behind? The one that causes Wolfwood's Punisher to abruptly jam as he goes to re-aim?]

Tch-! Shifter.

[markofthebrave]

[Oh hell.]D

Stay behind me. [Katara says grimly as she streams up the fallen liquid around them. The blood and water mix, and her movements are a touch more leaden than normal. She's been fighting for a long time.

And Shifters never come alone. He's got a full half-dozen with him. She waits for the right opportunity.]

Let me know if there are any behind me.

[not_a_bluesbro]

Don't worry-

[He drops the Punisher with a whomp and within moments has a gun in each hand, brought from somewhere under his jacket. Already loaded and ready.]

I'll keep them back; handguns are still fair game.

[markofthebrave]

[A muttered:] I'm gonna try to do this fast.

[And then she's sending out two waterwhips, waist thick, looping high up into the hair to lash around some of the incoming soldiers. It cuts a few of them down, but that's not the point - the point is to get that water high up into the atmosphere, and that is something she succeeds in doing.]

[not_a_bluesbro]

[As long as she doesn't mind the gunfire behind her; he's clipping through wings with ease, and if they get up? Two rounds in the legs. He doesn't have time to deal with their crazy warrior endurance.]

[markofthebrave]

[As for the others, they still have water on their wings. She grabs hold and pulls, ripping them off.

It's a brutal way of fighting, worse than ice spikes, water whips, or downing. They don't have a chance.

And she feels vaguely sick.

Some of them may survive it, maybe get up and keep on going. She only hopes she took out the Shifter in that move.]

[not_a_bluesbro]

[Halfway is pretty good. The Shifter's wings are messed up to all hell, but he's on his feet and racing toward the two of them with a fiery look about him, spear posed backward for a toss. Wolfwood turns and aims over her shoulder with the ease of someone who's done it quite often, firing and bursting the soldier's wrist open.

The spear drops uselessly to the floor, followed by a bloodspray at the grassy ground.]

[markofthebrave]

[And Katara follows it up with a waterwhip made sharp. The Soldier's moment of surprise when Wolfwood shot out his arm is enough for her to wrap it around his neck.

The water there quickly turns pink with his blood, and his eyes don't leave Katara's as he falls down dead.

...now there isn't anything 'vague' about it.]

[not_a_bluesbro]

....

[And he's suddenly aware of the silence-he gives a quick, careful glance around, before walking toward his cross and holstering the two pistols.]

Are you alright?

[markofthebrave]

No. [But what does that matter? She glances around, not trusting that they're all dead even if... well, they'd killed them.

They'd killed them all.] Is your big gun working now?