Jim dropped his pistol, grabbed the rifle he'd left on his seat and fired at the wolf for half a second. He launched himself from the car with his good leg, found and holstered his pistol and checked his leg wound, keeping the rifle pointed at the wolf.
"Words, they're all we have to go on." Guildenstern, Rosencrantz And Guildenstern Are DeadRecon did manage to get out of the way of the leaping wolf, which quickly wheeled around to try for another lunge, but got interrupted by the first shotgun blast to its chest. Two blasts later and the dire wolf fell to the ground, bleeding profusely and unmoving. The rat was only just starting to get up when Recon turned his pistol on it, still unable to really try dodging. Three rounds to the torso, a round to the jaw, and one in the left eye later, the rat was dead.
There wasn't any more monsters within Recon's line of sight, but he could still hear the sounds of them just outside the barricades. The sound of the ghoul still tearing one of the barricades apart was particularly audible.
Back at the motel and station, Dale may not have known it, but he was right to be a little wary about the succubus' abilities. Anyone who was still watching her position and preparing to shoot at her would see her come out from behind the air conditioner, making a run for the opposite side of the roof; but any shots sent her way seemed to miss, even the ones that should've been dead on. It was only right when she got to the edge and dissipated into thin air that it became clear why the misses were happening; and by then the real succubus was already halfway towards the roof edge in another direction, hopping down and out of sight into an alley before any more shots could be sent her way.
As Dale started heading North, he'd hear the sound of an uzi firing nearby, followed by the sound of shattering glass, then a blur of movement from one building to another in that direction. A few moments later Kirk came running out of the building the noise initially came from, stopping a second to glance over at Dale. "Joe went this way. Come on!" Kirk insisted, pointing the way he was going with his gun, which was back South. He then started running that way, whether Dale followed or not. If Dale kept going Northward, he'd soon round a corner and see the jeep farther down the street.
Which speaking of, Red's quick braking of the jeep sent the wolf's head from about to bite his to smashing into the dashboard radio, body kind of awkwardly sticking between the two seats now. Due to the constricted space and confinement of the seat belt, actually swinging the fire axe was out of the question, but Red was able to bring it up as a sort of blocking bar against the dire wolf; which was good, because it had switched to trying to bite into his leg. Since the driver's side door couldn't open, it would be hard to get away from this thing.
Jim's half second burst into its side made the wolf flinch a bit, but it did not stop attempting to force its head forward enough to chomp into Red's leg. Even worse, its front left paw was now trying to rake its claws across the sides of Red's stomach, waist, and hip. As for Jim's leg wound, it was bleeding badly, there was some torn flesh, and it hurt to put his full weight on it or try to run. But other than that it didn't seem unrecoverable.
About that time, all the bounty hunters who had their walkie talkie on them, and turned on to their channel would hear Shevon switching to it for a moment. (It also came through on the jeep's radio, but it was choppy from the sudden wolf-headbutt damage it just took.) "Hunters, we've got a problem down at South side. Two ghouls. They're nearly through one of the barricades here" Shevon informed them over the sound of gunfire through the radio.
You are reading this.First things first: get off the ground. He didn't know where that werewolf had scurried off to, but he didn't relish an ambush by it.
Running up to the barricade, Recon pulled out his quad-barrel shotgun and looked for the ghoul that was wreaking havoc on it. As strong as a ghoul was, four 20-guage rounds fired simultaneously should wreak havoc on it, and anything that had the misfortune of standing behind it.
After either finding a suitable hole and firing or not, Recon climbed back up the barricade next to the guard. He had to hold this side as long as he could, and trust the others to do their part.
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Dale would have pondered about Kirk's convenient timing, but at that moment Shevon's voice rang out over the radio, making him set aside that small, paranoid suspicion.
He was about to go jogging after Kirk, not wanting to run and exhaust himself. He might have played football, but he still knew that sprinting with all this bullshit to the south gate wouldn't leave him with anything in his tank for later. But a car would be much better, he would be better off helping Red and Jim with whatever they were shooting, and then flooring it to the south side. And... then he saw the wolf attacking the jeep as he rounded the corner.
He picked up the pace a small bit as he headed in towards the jeep.
Jerry had just heard Shevon radio call, he then jumped down off the roof of the motel onto the walkway, then ran down the stairs and headed south. Ghouls don't like Lapua magnum rounds. When he got to the gate he climbed up the guard tower and took aim at head of the first ghoul he spotted.
"Somebody barbequin'?!"Jim waved Dale over. "Do you have a plan? I don't think I can get the wolf without hirring Red. Can we get him out through the windscreen or something?"
"Words, they're all we have to go on." Guildenstern, Rosencrantz And Guildenstern Are DeadRecon didn't even get to the barricade before running into an interruption. Soon as he turned to move away, the dire wolf, which had apparently been faking death, suddenly got up just enough to lunge forward towards him. Because of his ear protection, Recon didn't even know it was coming until it had planted its jaws around his left leg from behind, where his protective pads did nothing to stop it. The bite wasn't actually terribly strong though, just barely getting through the leather enough to draw blood and certainly hurt, but before it could do any more damage the wolf finally succumbed to its wounds for real, flopping dead on the ground just behind Recon.
After that Recon was able to quickly get to the barricade the ghoul was dismantling. Finding a spot to fire on it was easy, since it was opening new ones right as he was looking. A steel grate was moved aside by the ghoul, then Recon's quad-barrel stuck through where it had just been, pointing at the ghoul's chest no more than two feet in front of it. The blast was near deafening, and the recoil threatened to knock Recon over; the ghoul's chest took the entire brunt of the shot... That's when Recon would realize he severely underestimated Ghouls. It did not get torn in two and have targets behind it get decimated, the thing didn't even die. A few chunks, the biggest the size of Recon's finger, came off the front of the ghoul, and it staggered back a couple steps before falling to one knee, but that was it. It resembled much more someone who had just been punched in the gut catching their breath than it did someone who had just taken four 20 gauge buckshot rounds to the chest.
When Recon then went up the ladder on the nearby building to where Officer Clark was, he'd see Clark ducked into cover currently reloading.
Meanwhile over at the jeep, Red was finding one big issue with his current plan of using the fire axe to block the wolf's mouth while grabbing its paw and forcing it away; he only had two hands, and each of the two tasks required both. The wolf's strength was simply too much to hold its head and leg back with one arm each, and trying to split the attention resulted in both slipping into the wolf's favor. Its head pulled down enough to reach his right leg with its jaws, though it could only bite him with the front half of its jaws and not very much at that due to the fire axe handle blocking the back of its jaw. The paw also forced its way to him, though his struggle against it forced it upward away from his more vulnerable gut to the side of his chest where it had his ribs to contend with. Skin was torn and blood drawn, but no organs had been damaged. This was about when Dale arrived.
At the same time, Jerry headed towards the South side on foot, though it took him a bit to get there. Because of that, before he arrived he saw a ways down the street ahead of him the barricade getting torn down by two ghouls, just as Shevon had said. Since it was two of them working in tandem, they were already getting through it completely, and runners were starting to try and get through. On top of the adjacent building next to that was Shevon and Dune, who had apparently been firing down on the ghouls with little effect. Jerry wouldn't have time to get to the ladder before the runners would get through, who would easily intercept him before he reached it. It was time for a change of plans.
You are reading this."Note to self: aim for the head next time" was his only thought as he grimly watched the horde at the door. He wasn't the member of his team that was designed to do this kind of crap, but he knew one way to handle it.
He turned to Clark. "Try to find a safe zone to get to. Two men aren't enough to keep them all back."
With that, he took out his Pancor, reloaded, and began firing on the horde below. The spread of the shotgun allowed him to aim for the head and achieve better accuracy than with another kind of gun.
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Red winced at the pain and shoved the fireaxe further down the wolf's mouth and then let go of the weapon. He figured it was wedged in deep enough to keep the wolf at bay for a moment. He still kept one hand on its paws, and with the other hand, punched the wolf in the face, ready to punch it again if it retaliated.
"Hurry up! I want to live!" Red called out to Jim and Dale.
"I don't think we have a safe zone for an attack like this. Everything before was small time compared to this" Officer Clark said to Recon, finishing up his reload and popping back up to aim for the skeletons. Meanwhile Recon started firing into the horde near the barricade, hitting mostly runners. Four shots later, three runners were dead. Before shot number five however, something happened that was sure to grab Recon's attention; an arrow going right past his shoulder. Some of the skeletons hanging out a bit farther back into the crowd still had ranged weapons, which they were firing on Recon and Clark. Recon could see at least two with bows, another with a crossbow, and one with... Was that a nailgun?
With loud air compression blasts, two nails became embedded into the edge of the roof just below Recon's hand, and it was still firing more at him. Beside Recon, Clark tried to take aim at one of the skeletons but was forced to duck a second arrow, muttering a quick curse as he brought his rifle back up and started to line up another shot. Down below, the ghoul Recon had shot before was getting back to its feet, and was about to resume its task of dismantling the barricade.
Meanwhile over at the jeep, as Red delayed the paw from coming in for another scratch just yet, his punch to the wolf's head actually caused it to basically spit the axe's handle out as it lurched back momentarily. It quickly swung its head upwards and tilted to one side, aiming for Red's head or neck. Before it could land the hit, Dale opened fire, hitting the wolf square in the hip of its hind right leg; the sudden hits and pain made the wolf's head snap to one side in a yelp, its jaws slamming shut just past Red's ear. It swiveled around in its still somewhat awkward position and howled at Dale. Moments later more howls sounded out from around the city.
Over at the South side, Jerry's first shot towards one of the ghouls hit it near the top of its head, taking off a chunk nearly the size of his clenched fist as it rebounded off into the sky beyond the ghoul. The ghoul stopped what it was doing and staggered, making lining up the next shot very difficult until it had stopped swaying around. The second shot hit it in the left eye, going into and becoming embedded in the center of its skull. The ghoul fell backwards as its other eye stopped glowing, dead.
The other ghoul had not stopped its task, finally grabbing the last piece between it and walking into the city, a section of chainlink fence. The ghoul grabbed it, pulled it towards itself, and started tearing, like the fence was a piece of tin foil. Runners swarmed in around the ghoul, splitting up and going several directions, including a couple who went right to the ladder up to where Shevon and Dune were and started climbing up it. There was also about four that had come in right away that had started going down the street Jerry was on; there would be no doubt that they would pick him as a target shortly.
A quick look around for ways to get up to the rooftops didn't show much promise. There was one of the many gas stations around town just behind and to Jerry's left; that probably had some way onto the roof, but he wasn't seeing any from here.
Back at the motel, Anarchy didn't see any monsters within sight from there, but she could certainly hear the combat against them, including the wolf howls. Gunfire was coming from the North, West, and South sides of town, but notable was automatic fire from the North, and a very loud sniper rifle from the South.
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You are reading this.Recon ducked behind cover, not sure who or what to curse first.
"Remind me to strangle that sheriff of yours," he muttered.
Doing what he did best, he rolled to a different section of cover to distract and disorient, then popped up and shot two shots at the skeletons far behind before drawing his pistol and firing seven rounds at them as well. He ducked behind cover, finding himself subconciously preparing for a werewolf springing out at him from the city.
edited 14th Jul '13 10:04:35 AM by gameknight102xx
"Goddammit." He said surprisingly calm, then brought up his M4 started spraying down the runners behind the fence. When his mag went empty he did a quick reload then switched back to the Savage and took a deep breath, let out half and aimed for the last ghouls eye socket. Then pulled the trigger. He racked the bolt and fired again just in case. Then switched back to his M4 ready for runners.
"Somebody barbequin'?!"Jim pushed himself up next to Dale and fired at the wolf for a full second. "I don't suppose you've got any bandages."
"Words, they're all we have to go on." Guildenstern, Rosencrantz And Guildenstern Are Dead"Remind you to what?" Officer Clark asked incredulously, and probably rhetorically as well. Recon's initial shotgun blasts didn't do terribly much; in fact, the first shot didn't even get a reaction, the buckshot either going through the skeleton's missing flesh or bouncing off inconsequentially. The second shot staggered one of the bow and arrow skeletons, as ribs were cracked and broken by the metal shot; as Recon then went for his pistol, Officer Clark took advantage of the skeleton's momentary loss of movement to pick off its head. Once Recon did draw his pistol and start firing, there was still little success. The seven shots broke two ribs, cracked a leg bone, missed, missed, missed, and finally some success in a shattered shoulder bone, which took the whole right arm off of the second bow and arrow skeleton. Left holding a bow with no way to fire it, the skeleton seemed to consider its options for a moment, then started marching towards the barricade where the ghoul was.
As a crossbow bolt and a few more nails went through the air where Recon had just been before ducking into cover, Recon found his paranoia about something coming towards them from within the city justified. But it wasn't the werewolf. Instead, hobbling down an alley towards the barricade and sporting multiple bleeding wounds was the succubus, still in her metal 'armor' and probably thinking that neither Recon nor Officer Clark knew she was there yet. Her left arm was clutching one of the wounds on her side, while she was waving her right arm as if to get attention... From the monsters. Recon could tell she was yelling something, but couldn't quite make it out; Officer Clark however must have heard it clearly, because he turned around and stared a little slack jawed. "What in the literal hell?" Clark muttered, half raising up his gun but clearly hesitating.
Down at the barricade, the ghoul, the runners, and the giant rats still around stopped what they were doing and looked towards her. She must have been commanding them to do... Something.
Meanwhile over at the South side, Jerry's quick weapon switch allowed him to mow down three of the four incoming runners, and clipped the legs of the fourth, sending it to the ground and forcing it to crawl slowly to try and get to him. Once he switched back to the savage and aimed for the second ghoul, it was busy bundling up what was left of the chain link fence into a crude ball. Right as Jerry fired, it had suddenly moved the ball up closer to its face to inspect its work; the shot hit the ball first instead of the ghoul, ripping off nearly a fourth of it on its way through to where it just barely skimmed the side of the ghoul's head. The ghoul flinched, scowled, (as much as a person with no skin on their face could scowl) then looked towards Jerry and let out an inhaling roar as he racked the bolt. When he brought the scope back up to his eye, he'd see the ghoul had just finished swinging its arms over its head, which were no longer holding the crude ball.
... Because it was sailing through the air towards Jerry with surprising speed, its trajectory going right for his gut. Jerry would have to make a split second decision to either take the second shot but not have time to dodge, or dodge but have to line up the shot again. And in the meantime, yet more runners were still coming through around the ghoul, as well as a few giant rats scrambling over what was left of the barricade.
While all this was happening, Dune and Shevon on their rooftop had had to switch their attention to the runners climbing up to where they were. Dune quickly got one with a shot to the heart, then had to reload. Shevon covered him, quickly downing two more with single shots from her powerful revolver.
At the same time at the jeep, the wolf for a moment seemed split between Dale and Red, but made up its mind when Dale shot it again, and started scrambling to get out of the jeep and try to get at him. As Red escaped the jeep behind it, Jim was clear to open fire on the wolf's face, quickly finishing it off.
After a few moments of calm, the three bounty hunters would hear loud barks and howls coming from nearby, in multiple directions. Just a couple buildings down one direction of the street, two dire wolves emerged, stopping just long enough to let out quick growls before charging towards Jim and Dale. The other way down the street and on the other side, another dire wolf emerged three buildings away and started heading towards the jeep as well; It didn't stop to growl, but it wasn't running as quickly as the other two.
A couple blocks or so away from there, at the motel, Anarchy's forced limp was impeding her progress to get anywhere quickly, and she was just about at the edge of the parking lot when something came into view. Something bad. About three buildings away down the West end of the street, the werewolf charged out onto the street, skidding to a halt. He glanced sideways towards Anarchy, having heard her loud cursing moments before; he stayed like that for a moment, as if contemplating. He looked briefly back towards the North where the first howl had come from, then back towards Anarchy with a wicked expression on his face. There was something unsettling about it, especially the way he had this flicker of familiarity in his eyes, as if he knew who Anarchy was.
He then started advancing towards Anarchy, slowly on his hind legs at first, then he brought his arms down to move on all fours and started to pick up the pace. Even with his own slight handicap of a limp on a back leg, Anarchy stood no chance in attempting to outrun him. Running footsteps were approaching from the alley he had just emerged from.
edited 15th Jul '13 1:19:51 AM by FirockFinion
You are reading this.Recon looked at the succubus, then decided this was a good opportunity. Taking out his half-empty Pancor mag, he switched the ammo inside them to fill up one and deplete the other. He put both back into his duster and then drew a drum with a blue stripe circling the outside.
Quickly reloading his pistol, he put it back and readied his Pancor for anything. These next few shots were going to hurt,
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Red hit the brakes hard on the Jeep, hoping to throw the dire wolf. If that didn't work, and even if it did, Red would turn around as best he could with his seatbelt on and would try to keep the wolf at bay with swinging his axe at its head.
"Jim, shoot it!"