!em3oEn8LAg 06/08/10(Tue)03:08 No.10354955|
The drifting cloud of blood coalesces, forming a wicked looking needle of a spear, a razor-tipped weaponized scab. It barely loses any momentum, barreling straight for the pair of snipers.
Without a moment's hesitation, Brody shoves Clara out of the way, leaping in front of the hurtling missile. The blood enters his chest, spiraling through him multiple times before coming to rest, woven into his chest like a tapestry. He falls forward, coughing up a stream of his own blood.
You move closer, trying to draw 13 towards you. You let your whips drag along the ground behind you, heat-shimmers coming off you like a desert highway. 13 causes an eruption of glass from the sand, a great intricate lotus of sharp edges, but you side-step expertly.
The swarm of bees is upon 13 once again, a buzzing insectoid Hell, picking and stinging at what globs of flesh remain.
A beam of light shoots from the cloud of flesh into the sand, spiraling outwards up the crater. You throw yourself to the ground, avoiding the beam, and most of the other team-mates manage to do the same. Andre, however, pushes Charlotte to the ground, and the beam lances across his waist, bisecting him neatly. He tumbles to the ground with a Wilhelm scream.
Charlotte goes mad, picking up one of Andre's assault rifles and firing wildly into the cloud of disjointed chaotic flesh, shrieking foreign obscenities. 13 absorbs her bullets, letting them dance about in the air like hail or insects, before firing them back. Charlotte stands with a rifle in each hand, bullets whizzing past her, every one of them a near miss. She spits, gritting her teeth.