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Grendyne groans and starts pulling on her boots when the alarm goes off. Again. She quick-marches to the broom hangar, sits on her machine and is handed a plethora of loaded weapons by attentive corporals.
"Two flyers in one day? They're getting way too common."
"It's worse," the commander informs them, "South Karlsland got hit with three at once. We're taking Lytee's express and sleeping there. You can sit out if you absolutely need to, but Freya's still recovering so we could use you as a comms relay."
"No, I'll come. I just reserve the right to complain about it."
The 42nd United Forces Witch Wing takes off and assembles into a perfect synchronized formation as Lytee charges her teleport power.
...This is not South Karlsland wilderness.
[note: halfway through this thread I created a unique account for Grendyne. Do not be alarmed by the change in account. -Rockeye]
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characterquarry
wormcan
Oni Lee yells, and no more copies appear. The body drops, bleeding from the arm and worse than that from the head. Then it disintegrates into ash. The yell continues, from a distance this time, and then is too far away to hear.
With Oni Lee driven off, Lung speeds up. Lung is a tall, muscular, habitually shirtless man, and all three of those adjectives become more true as his power activates. A few flickers of flame are starting to appear around him.
Minor tells the rest of them, "he'd burn most tranquilizers out of his system in no time. Bullets on five, four, three..."
With Oni Lee driven off, Lung speeds up. Lung is a tall, muscular, habitually shirtless man, and all three of those adjectives become more true as his power activates. A few flickers of flame are starting to appear around him.
Minor tells the rest of them, "he'd burn most tranquilizers out of his system in no time. Bullets on five, four, three..."
characterquarry
Grendyne freezes, trembling. "It's. It's different when they bleed."
She only realizes Lung's still there when the chorus of gunshots goes off. She joins in, aiming for the center of mass, too shaken to go for the head. And perhaps too late to help.
She only realizes Lung's still there when the chorus of gunshots goes off. She joins in, aiming for the center of mass, too shaken to go for the head. And perhaps too late to help.
wormcan
Lung goes down. He regenerates, it's almost impossible to give Lung an injury he won't recover from, but that doesn't mean that right now he isn't hurt worse than Oni Lee was. And he takes time to heal, so he's lying in the street, bleeding, visibly human.
"Now's our chance to get out of here. Can you run?"
"Now's our chance to get out of here. Can you run?"
characterquarry
"Uh. Yeah." She's trembling so much it takes a moment to find the safety on her gun, but she runs.
When they're far enough that Minor starts to slow down, she mutters, "Neuroi don't bleed. They don't scream. Only dead Witches do that. Victory reminds me of defeat now."
When they're far enough that Minor starts to slow down, she mutters, "Neuroi don't bleed. They don't scream. Only dead Witches do that. Victory reminds me of defeat now."
wormcan
"I'm sorry. I should have realized when you said you'd never fought humans."
characterquarry
"...What exactly did those two do that needed lethal force in response? Or is it just that they were fighting to kill?"
wormcan
"Oni Lee is a professional serial killer. Lung is his employer, and has also killed unknown numbers of people himself. They run one of the larger criminal gangs, the same one that bombed the city last night. And they were trying to kill us. There are villains here who are in it for fun and try not to hurt people. That wasn't them."
characterquarry
"If they're that murderous, I can convince myself it's like hurting a Neuroi. Probably. Some independent verification would be nice... I should really visit a library, study up on this world. I have no clue what the hell is going on three quarters of the time."
wormcan
One of the squad members disagrees. "Don't think of them as like a Neuroi. They're people who need to be stopped, or defended against, but they're people." The squad is of mixed opinions on this advice.
"Information's important, especially in a fight. If we'd been expecting this one, you'd have known more going in."
On the subject of information, the smell of Lung's power enters Grendyne's radius. She might or might not also be able to tell that it's also moving quickly.
"Information's important, especially in a fight. If we'd been expecting this one, you'd have known more going in."
On the subject of information, the smell of Lung's power enters Grendyne's radius. She might or might not also be able to tell that it's also moving quickly.
witchwatcher
"Yeah, they are people. I've never had to think about this before, see, so... Oh shit! Lung is still up, and coming at us fast!"
wormcan
"If he's up that fast, he's transforming. Run, and hope we've got enough head start."
Lung is, if going by appearance, no longer people. His skin is covered in metallic scales, a row of spines runs down his back, and his face is elongated into something reptilian. His body is elongated as well. He runs on all four clawed feet. Instead of a few flickering flames, his entire surface is wreathed in fire. If not for the scent, he'd be unrecognizable as the same individual.
Lung is, if going by appearance, no longer people. His skin is covered in metallic scales, a row of spines runs down his back, and his face is elongated into something reptilian. His body is elongated as well. He runs on all four clawed feet. Instead of a few flickering flames, his entire surface is wreathed in fire. If not for the scent, he'd be unrecognizable as the same individual.
witchwatcher
Now that's a monster. Bullets to the eyes while backstepping, hoping to slow him down even a little bit, then turn around and sprint.
wormcan
It works. Two bullets in the right eye, one skittering off the armored eyelid over the left, and the rest hit him directly. Lung either yells or roars, it's hard to tell which. His good eye is shut, but he doesn't seem to have trouble picking a direction to resume charging in.
The rest of the squad fires on Lung before fleeing, but none of the wounds are enough to down him.
The rest of the squad fires on Lung before fleeing, but none of the wounds are enough to down him.
witchwatcher
She keeps running, and channels mana into a very loud and magically attention getting shout, "LUNG IS FIGHTING TAKE COVER!" Hopefully it'll clear some civilians out.
wormcan
Any civilians they can see from here are also in a position to see Lung, and have already taken cover. Presumably more of them heard the shout.
Of course, using a power that draws attention to herself has the unintended effect of drawing attention to herself. Lung leaps, bypassing some of her teammates to get at her. His claws leave gouges in the asphalt where he launched from and where he landed, almost directly in front of her. A wave of heat rolls off him, more a threat than an attack.
Of course, using a power that draws attention to herself has the unintended effect of drawing attention to herself. Lung leaps, bypassing some of her teammates to get at her. His claws leave gouges in the asphalt where he launched from and where he landed, almost directly in front of her. A wave of heat rolls off him, more a threat than an attack.
witchwatcher
She turns ninety degrees as soon as his landing spot becomes clear. And shoots him again. She does not panic because panic does not help.
wormcan
One of the squad members—no time to check who, and it almost doesn't matter right now—throws an object between her and Lung. It instantly releases a large cloud of smoke and begins emitting a sound too high-pitched to hear. Lung fumbles and takes a valuable instant to destroy it, but his next blast of fire is aimed to burn.
witchwatcher
Gren meets the blast with a shield, but evidently not a large enough one. Her leg catches part of the blast and protests painfully as she tries to keep running. She falls to the ground.
wormcan
Lung leaps at her, extending a neck half the length of Gren's arm in an attempt to bite her. Coil's squad tries to defend her, but one of his forelimbs swats them aside. One of his claws is decorated with one of the soldiers' blood.
When essentially right on top of Gren, Lung suddenly stops.
No, the direction of his power moved. The monster on top of her is a completely different reptilian of about the same size. It turns around, and launches itself into the air, landing a fair distance down the street. It bounds away, and when Lung charges back at them the two dragons switch places and the new one repeats the process.
When essentially right on top of Gren, Lung suddenly stops.
No, the direction of his power moved. The monster on top of her is a completely different reptilian of about the same size. It turns around, and launches itself into the air, landing a fair distance down the street. It bounds away, and when Lung charges back at them the two dragons switch places and the new one repeats the process.
witchwatcher
Someone came to their rescue? She doesn't question it. She just pours mana into her leg. Heal, damn you! She still won't be standing up in the next few minutes.
...Wait, is that mangled parking meter an asymmetrical, somewhat stick-like object? Close enough, she can fly it. She yanks it towards herself and tries to roll on top of the thing.
...Wait, is that mangled parking meter an asymmetrical, somewhat stick-like object? Close enough, she can fly it. She yanks it towards herself and tries to roll on top of the thing.
wormcan
"Limited mana, right? He'll stay occupied, we can carry you if you need it."
Lung has begun chasing the second dragon. He can't very well attack anything else until it stops repeating its performance, after all.
Lung has begun chasing the second dragon. He can't very well attack anything else until it stops repeating its performance, after all.
witchwatcher
"Not low. Ugh. Just hurts like hell. And it'll. Mess up my leg less. Couple blocks, then carry me. To be inconspicuous."
wormcan
"Couple blocks, then."
As they leave, a red-costumed figure on a nearby roof tips his top hat and turns back to watching the dragons.
As they leave, a red-costumed figure on a nearby roof tips his top hat and turns back to watching the dragons.
wormcan
"Trickster. Leader of a criminal cape group, the Travelers. Couldn't tell you why he's here, but Lung's not exactly subtle. Not surprising someone showed up."