Tequila managed to speed the bike up a bit, but the engine whined with the effort. When Garnet and Og fixed up the bike to run for 'a day', they probably didn't have high-speed gun battles in mind.
The two riders off to either side, one of which was on a nicer-looking Harley Softail, kept a bit of distance, but both had their own weapons drawn now. It seemed the two of them were going less for engaging the group directly, and more keeping them from maneuvering to dodge so well.
The third, who was preparing to fire, got interrupted when Cranston's shot nailed him in the center mass. He lurched back, which since he was on a motorcycle, made for an even worse outcome than if he were just on foot. It swerved to one side, before finally falling on its side and spinning out behind them.
In response to this, a shot pinged off the bottom of the side car, just missing Cranston's leg and the gasoline tank. The shooter in the helicopter above started to readjust again, still aiming for Cranston in the side seat.
To make matters worse, the jeep was getting back into position, having recovered from Cranston's earlier shot. The man in the back with the light machinegun started to line up for another go on the group.
Edd* managed to bring his shotgun up so that the runner's neck was against the side of the barrel, like holding it away with a bar. The gnawing teeth were held away, but the runner's hands grabbed onto the gun as well, trying to press down against Edd so it could close in enough to bite him.
Jerry's kick, as pointless as doing a roundhouse kick on a prone enemy may be, clanged loudly with its helmet, twisting its head to the side a little. While he was bringing up his gun to finish the job though, the skeleton had reached out and grabbed his leg with both hands. Even without legs to brace with anymore, the skeleton still managed to twist enough to throw Jerry off balance. However, as Jerry fell to the floor on his back, the butt of the gun still slammed into the top of the skeleton's head, likewise clanging loudly as the skull snapped downwards enough to crack the neck. The skeleton came apart, having accomplished only pulling one of the group to the floor.
Meanwhile, at the front of the house, Tank's blind shotgun blast missed the skeleton above, breaking a piece off the railing just next to it. It forced the skeleton to flinch as splinters exploded in every direction from there, giving Dale time to arrive and fire up at it. The burst of fifteen rounds went upwards through its ribcage, making a few hits there and breaking off a couple pieces of rib; but a couple of rounds went through there, since there was no longer any flesh or organs to stop them, and into the skull from below. At first the skeleton staggered with the hits, but once the second of two hits to the skull connected, it fell, scattering bones across the upper floor and a good number between the posts of the railing, showering them onto the floor below.
Back at the hall, Og stepped in front of the door at the end of the hall, just as it stopped rattling, and started firing into it with his shotgun. There was one deep yelp with the first shot, but none after. When he was finished, there was actually a hole in the door, though not one of those nice, clean holes. Through it, as Og got his entrenching tool out and grabbed the doorknob, he would see something very large and very hairy, on the other side of fairly sized room. It was likely a large bedroom, but Og didn't have enough of a view to tell that for sure. Just as he started to open the door, the creature in the room suddenly bounded towards the door, closing half the distance almost immediately before leaping.
The hit to the door contained much more force than Og was probably expecting, as it came off the hinges entirely. Og was slammed backwards, smashed between the door and the wall behind him as a ridiculously large wolf entered the hall through said door, visible to both Jerry and Edd. The wolf's body was a bit bigger than the average person's, and mistaking it for a werewolf at first in these hectic conditions would not be a terribly big stretch. It was only half as bad though; it was a dire wolf. There was some blood dripping from its side where the shotgun had hit it once, but the wolf didn't seem to be slowed down by it. Turning away from the sandwiched Og for the moment, the dire wolf turned its red eyes to Jerry just down the hall. It snapped its jaws once in a loud bark, then charged at Jerry; it would close the distance almost immediately, and was aiming a bite for Jerry's neck.
Meanwhile, those who were still outside for whatever reason, including Tank at the doorway, would start to hear the distant sound of an approaching helicopter...
edited 30th Nov '12 2:32:56 AM by FirockFinion
You are reading this.Red grabbed Tequila's gun. He wasn't great with firearms and didn't like them, but their lives were at risk. Gripping the motorcycle with his legs tightly, he pointed the gun at the motorcycle closest to him and fired four times.
After that Red hollered. "We might need to make a run for it! The engine is starting to die!"
edited 30th Nov '12 5:06:20 AM by FantasyLiver
"Red, take the gas can, see if you can find something for a wick and make it into a Molotov." After saying this Cranston pondered his next move. Sometimes the problem with a target rich environment was that it was too target rich for one person, especially when all the targets were threatening. The helicopter and the jeep were the biggest dangers and the elevation of the helicopter combined with the cramped quarters of the sidecar meant he'd have to twist at an odd angle to shoot so he decided to go for the jeep again. This time he aimed for the vehicle itself, hoping to hit something in the inner works.
Trump delenda estWith a hard exhale, Og was driven back to the wall by the weight of vicious wolf and door.
As he lay there, trying to get his wits about him, he was well aware that he was caught by surprise, the sudden assault. He fully expected a beast in its death throes, not a rabid animal whose temper he'd fired up.
He kicked the door off of him and stumbled after the animal, mind firmly intent on righting a wrong and splattering wolf brains all over the floor of this weirdly-shaped house.
The hits keep rollin'!Jerry was finally rid of that damn skeleton which he grinned at, however the dire wolf took his grin and (in a sense) ripped it right off his face. "Holly shit!" He shouted drawing both his pistols clicking off the safeties and pointing both at the wolf and firing all 15 shots from both barrels almost simultaneously and praying he didn't hit Og.
edited 30th Nov '12 6:27:46 PM by TheLastGreatWarrior
"Somebody barbequin'?!""Damn it!" Dale said, hearing that Ed fellow calling for help. He must have still been dealing with that runner. But he also wouldn't feel too good leaving Tank alone. Regardless, the skeleton was dead - or, rather, dead again - so it wasn't like Dale could help him too much. If something needed shooting, that was his game, but medically, he just knew how to treat the usual locker-room things. "I'LL BE RIGHT BACK!" he called to Tank as he ran back.
Seeing that Ed was still holding the runner at bay, he ran right up and pointed his gun at the thing's head when he was only a few feet away, letting a few rounds fly from the barrel as he squeezed the trigger.
edited 1st Dec '12 12:09:07 AM by nman
Red's shooting, while mostly wildly inaccurate, made the rider on the right side veer away, trying not to get hit. Since he wasn't threatening that side anymore, Tequila was able to move that way evasively, preventing the stream of bullets from the light machinegun on the jeep from hitting them.
The jeep itself took the bullet right into the middle of the engine, making it jutter and start to die. This made the jeep start falling behind as it almost started coasting to a stop.
If it seemed like the group was going to get away scot-free though, they'd be wrong. The hunting rifle sounding from above once more, this time finally striking a hit, on the upper half of Cranston's left leg, specifically.
After the shot, the shooter in the helicopter glanced back at the jeep, then turned towards the cockpit, likely yelling something to the pilot. The helicopter soon tilted and banked away from the group, starting to circle back towards the jeep. The last rider still on their side looked around, noticed he was the only person still in pursuit, and quickly turned around to go back to the rest of the bandits.
The helicopter was still audible behind them, but the chase was over for now. And just in time too, as the dome house was now visible just up ahead. The motorbike managed to get them to around fifty feet away from the house before the engine gave some loud spluttering and a sound like a soda can exploding; after that the engine wasn't working any more.
The runner continued to struggle against Ed, proving difficult to get off; runners were nothing if not persistent. Just as Ed pushed away again so that its head was a bit more than a foot away from his, Dale arrived and fired a burst at the runner's head. It fared about as well as an egg under a hail of stones, plastering one end of the kitchen's counter with gore as the rest of it went limp.
Just down the hall, the dire wolf charged into the hail of pistol fire, caring only enough to twist its head to the side to avoid the worst of it. This prevented the bite, but the wolf's front paws raked down Jerry's front, tearing up the front cover of his kevlar. It did little to impact the protective vest's functionality, but it certainly didn't do any good for its wear and tear. Once his guns started giving out clicks, the wolf brought its face back down, growling angrily. It reeled back, jaws opening wide as it prepared to snap down on Jerry's neck...
Then an entrenching tool was implanted into the back of its head, making it stop in that pose as its eyes snapped up and pupils shrunk. A trickle of blood started to drip out around the blade of the entrenching tool as the wolf shuddered for a second, then fell sideways limply. Or mostly anyway, since the hallway was a little too cramped on that side for it to completely miss Jerry, and thus still ended up halfway on top of him.
The house was quiet, save for a sound like a soda can exploding outside as Tequila, Red, and Cranston were arriving. The helicopter was still audible in the distance, but it didn't seem to be getting any louder.
edited 2nd Dec '12 10:26:40 PM by FirockFinion
You are reading this.Tequila swore as the bike finally died once again, and managed to bring it to controlled stop. They were practically at the Domed House anyway. But they'd all be walking back to town. She kicked out the stand and climbed off.
Then she saw Cranston had been hit. "Ah hell," She said and moved over to help, opening his backpack and looking inside for the kit. She glanced briefly back at Red. "Can I have my gun back?"
"You are my future selves? Am I having a Mid-Life Crisis?" The War Doctor - Day of The DoctorTequila found the kit and pulled it out. Red handed her back the Peacemaker which she slid back into the holster.
"Right," She said. "Lets see this wound. Cross your fingers it went through. I suck at getting bullets out."
"You are my future selves? Am I having a Mid-Life Crisis?" The War Doctor - Day of The Doctor"As long as it didn't hit the femoral artery or shatter a bone I should be all right at least until we get back to town. Just wrap it up." He thought. "I think I nailed one off his bike. Either we can go back later and see if it's still there or Red can help me back while you check it out."
edited 2nd Dec '12 7:15:42 AM by tricksterson
Trump delenda est"I'm going to check upstairs," he said to Ed as he went back to the front and carefully began to make his way up the stairs, weapon out front.
edited 2nd Dec '12 9:38:24 AM by nman
"I'm coming with you." Eddy was brushing himself off, "This entire lets act like five year olds thing is pissing me off." Loading his gun with a shot followed by a slug, he followed Dale upstairs. Ed, stopped for a moment, and yelled "Dibs on this axe."
edited 2nd Dec '12 10:04:45 AM by InfalliableLiar
Stop caring and embrace nullness.Tequila did as he asked, wrapping the wound as best she could as well as putting antiseptic on it.
"We can push it back if we have to," She said. "There's loads of us. I'm more worried about those bandits."
"You are my future selves? Am I having a Mid-Life Crisis?" The War Doctor - Day of The Doctor

"Fuck?" Dale asked as he heard someone yell it from the front. Things were going to hell in a handbasket here, but it at least appeared manageable. He might as well see if there was something to shoot out front, or someone who needed help shooting said thing, so he dashed around.
"Fuck!" he restated, seeing an injured Tank shoot his shotgun up the stairs. Dale figured that he had been right, and knew that what was there was probably something that needed killing. He turned and faced his gun upwards, and then side-stepped a bit so that he could see what was up the stairs - though, he made sure to not stand in the way of Tank's gun as he did so. The moment he saw the skeleton, he fired a burst of fifteen rounds at its center of mass.