Molly focused on listening, desperate to hear more, she walked over, leaning against the door. “I can only assume that this conversation is about her" That was Doc. They were talking about her behind her back. She growled, subconsciously, terrifying herself, she pressed her hands to her mouth before relaxing, going back to listening.
"...On Our side?”
"I'd assume you're...Shevon's place, or another...just proved that you aren't."
Doc answered.
A sound, almost sounding like a sigh of relief.''"That thing we used on Bill?" Molly was filled with apprehension. What did they use on Bill? How many people, like her were killed like animals?
"Keeping it on you?"
"To check people acting weird.” Did they expect an infection or a spread of Lycanthropy?
"I was brainwashed." What were they even talking about?
“She and I... Talked. And she actually being on our side, but..." ''Thank god. They thought she was safe.
"You can trust her" Molly was getting a happy feeling.
"Doc, I think I know who the succubus is." The girl blinked, confused, pressing her ear against the door, trying to listen.
Good to be back"Suit yourself," Og replied once the pair had finally seated themselves on the back of his bike. He revved it once again and took his shotgun in a one-handed grip. Riding up next to the jeep, he propped his weapon as best he could between the handlebars and added weight of his fire to that of Dale and Recon's.
"Do we head back to town?" He asked, racking his shotgun slowly and crudely.
The hits keep rollin'!"Just f'in' swell!" To Lisa, he said. "Better get off, gorgeous." He took up the MP 5 once again. "With what I got in mind, I need to be faster 'n lighter!"
Once she'd gotten off and onto the jeep, Og revved up the bike again and began to ride rings round the it. Following Red and Dale's example, he fired controlled bursts of submachine gun fire at the legs of the oncoming monsters, making it easier for the shooters to get a bead and put them down for good.
edited 29th Aug '13 9:56:02 AM by mantlemask
The hits keep rollin'!The volume of fire being put out by Dale, Recon, and Og quickly took out legs on the front three abominations. But as Dale's minimi clicked empty, they had done little to interrupt the abominations that were firing. Only one of the nine was prevented from firing towards them. After Lisa got off Og's bike with a pained grunt, the eight abominations let loose the bolts.
Three were aimed for Og and his bike, but as that was right as he started moving it again, only one of them scored any sort of hit; and all it did was skip off the back, leaving a tiny scratch from the bone then a smear of blood from the gore on the back end. Two were aimed at Recon; one was going towards his chest, just opposite his heart,* while the other was actually going to miss to his side opposite the jeep on its own, unless he accidentally dodged into it. The last three were going for the jeep, but one just hit the front grill and bounced off while another hit the top bar and ricocheted off past the jeep harmlessly; only one of the three was going somewhere of any threat, which was right for Red in the driver's seat.
Above, Dune caught the pipe bomb and gave a nod, then carefully tossed it out towards his side of the creek. Flyer dutifully made the helicopter start moving straight upwards, and also tapped the radio on again. "You yanks on the ground might wanna stay back!" Flyer helpfully suggested.
Now all unable to walk, the abominations once again seemed to collectively decide that some other method of attack would be needed. All of them fell prone, and with more noises of bone snapping through gore, started convulsing violently as they seemed to start changing shape...
You are reading this.With adrenaline coursing through his veins, Og whooped and didn't even think of the hit they managed to land.
Kinda look like angry jello, thought the big man about their opponents as he wove around the jeep like an American Indian extra in a spaghetti western. With bombs falling from overhead, the entire thing seemed more like a metal music video.
He began to hum as he flicked the submachine gun in his hand to burst fire, aiming as carefully as he could manage at each target he thought he could aim at.
The hits keep rollin'!Red backing up the jeep made the bone instead hit the front dash and bounce up to hit just beside the passenger seat's headrest.
Hearing some conflict about what they should do over the radio, Flyer stopped the ascent and glanced over at Jerry; they were high enough to be safe from the explosion anyway, and if they were going to go back down, it wouldn't help to keep going up. But all that was kind of on Jerry; he was the man holding the detonator.
Og's continued attack was scoring about as many hits as it was misses, since firing from a moving bike with one hand is hard. Being just 9mm rounds, they weren't seeming to do much to the abominations either, unfortunately. Dune fired in a couple more shots from above, but they didn't seem to do much either besides punch mostly superfluous holes in the abominations.
Mostly uninterrupted, the abominations finished up their impromptu transformations. The head on each had been absorbed down into the body, so while the ones that still had skulls had one somewhere at the top of the torso, there was no distinct head any longer. The limbs seemed to be made to be more even with mass from the torso, since most of them had been missing half an arm or half a leg or more. This resulted in most of them being overall smaller, while the joints of the knees were reversed and the shoulders rotated slightly.
The end result was the abominations moving like four-legged insects when they finally resumed their advance. Most of them were also moving faster now. Since he was weaving around in front of the jeep, eight of the twelve abominations turned their attention to Og; when he swept around for another pass, four of those stopped moving and hunched down further, tensing themselves.
The last four kept moving towards the jeep, Recon, and/or Lisa, who was trying to catch up to the back of the jeep and get in while now pressing her glowing hand to her gut where she had also started bleeding.
You are reading this.Og kept riding until he was in cover by the jeep. He cut the engine and took up his shotgun once again.
"What the hell's chopper back up doing?" shouted the big man as he took cover and drew a bead on one of the freakish jello monsters. "Who knows if they'll go all Voltron on us!?"
The hits keep rollin'!The abominations that had been tensing themselves ceased as Og turned the bike around and set up next to the jeep. The jeep which then started retreating, leaving Og and one other person behind.
"Ah- hey!" Lisa said in protest as she tried to get on the jeep before it left and failed. With a quick look around, she realized she wasn't the only one not in a retreat, and quickly headed over to Og and his bike. "Og, we need to stay on the move! Just keep them away from the creek until they blow it, then we can leave!" she quickly told him, preparing to get on the back seat of his bike. With the jeep already far off, all dozen of the abominations had turned their attention to Og and Lisa, and were rushing forward to swarm the two.
Dale's resumed fire with the minimi was starting to deal some damage to a few of them, which they seemed to be having more trouble adjusting to than before, but even so the ones in the front of the group would be reaching the stationary bike within moments.
You are reading this.Dale saw Og hadn't moved with them, and pulled up his gun a bit. "We gotta cover 'em!" he said to Recon, "Shoot those things til they're clear." He aimed towards the bike, trying to shoot the closest abomination - or abominations if time permitted - to the vehicle, while giving himself a good enough margin to not shoot Og.
edited 1st Sep '13 1:45:49 AM by nman
Og looked up to watch his cover suddenly driving away and Lisa warning him.
"Coulda warned me when you were doing that!" shouted the big man as he hurried back onto his bike, letting Lisa swing up behind him as he revved the motor to hurry after Dale and the jeep. The former was obliging them by giving them covering fire from his long assault rifle.
The hits keep rollin'!"What the fuck?!" Recon swore that Og had put Lisa on the jeep. Apparently not.
He looked at Dale for one brief moment. "Oh I'll do one better than that."
Leaping out of the jeep again, he rolled to absorb the shock and ran forward, loading a new mag into his Pancor and shooting at the abominations at the very front.
Brilliant orange sparks flew from the barrel, signaling that he was using his ace in the hole. The enchanced dragon's breath rounds were designed to burn to ash almost anything they hit with a single shot, provided the range was short enough.
"Go! Drive!" He yelled. He made sure to shoot only the abominations that were getting too close.
edited 1st Sep '13 9:47:20 PM by gameknight102xx

Nearly falling forward, Lisa was caught in Recon's arm and they both moved towards the jeep as Og swung around to them on his bike. "I can- GI! make fire, but... I need to, heal" Lisa muttered, wincing as she reached back and pulled out the bone stabbed into her back. She then placed her hand, which now had a faint red aura, on the wound. Since they already knew she could do magic, she didn't care about hiding it.
There was something weird though. The wound had been bleeding, and the few spare chunks of gore attached to the bone had been dripping blood, but even so, there was more blood on Lisa than there should have been. Especially not on her front side, where she hadn't even been hit. She pushed away Og's offered shotgun, not precisely in the best of conditions to use one at the moment; besides, she still had her own.
Realizing that Og might very well take her away, and thus this may be her last chance to throw in some advice, Lisa yelled out at the others, "hey whatever you do, don't fall into the blood creek!"
The continued output of firepower from Dale and Recon quickly damaged the legs of the front three abominations, forcing their pace down to a literal crawl. Now with only four abominations still able to walk, they apparently came to some collective decision that their tactic could use a little work. The four continued to advance, now walking quickly towards the jeep;OOC all nine of the others raised up one arm each, and with a cacophony of bone snapping noises, were each preparing to fire another bone-bolt at the group.
Up above, Flyer finally got the helicopter just above and a bit to one side of the creek. There was still a shiver in his movements, but with a practiced concentration, he was managing to keep the hover mostly steady. "Anytime now, yank" Flyer said back to Jerry. His platform finally not jerking underneath him, Dune raised up his rifle, aimed, and copying how those on the ground were aiming for them, blew a knee out from under one of the four advancing abominations, making it crash forward to the ground.
"If it's like most cases, as soon as the sun sets" Doc said, glancing out the window. It was early in the afternoon now, specifically a bit before two; that gave her around six to seven hours. "Or it could be that you'll only transform on nights with a full moon. Or it could be a voluntary transformation instead of involuntary. Heck, some werewolves can even transform during the day. Have you tried transformin- YOW!" his further explanations were cut off by Shevon stamping her foot on the end of Doc's.
"Doc, sometimes you really should just leave some things out" Shevon muttered in frustration, then glanced over at Molly. "Don't try transforming right now. Wait until we've got that circle set up" she told Molly sternly, then turned her attention back at Doc, who was still wincing a bit.
"If you're done, let's go talk for a minute" Shevon said, nearly pushing Doc over down the isle. Once they were near the back, the two of them started having a hushed conversation.
edited 28th Aug '13 11:42:51 PM by FirockFinion
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