Freya had been trying to stay uninvolved in this mess, by driving slower. Unfortunately, this apparently wasn't enough precaution against
becoming a casualty for the other biker, which she noted didn't have the pumpkin symbol on his back, from taking a nasty spill. As she watched him go
down, her sharp eyes picked out the body of a Halloweener right in her path. She immediately tried to slow down, turning to the left and leaning, slamming her
foot down on the street, as her bike pushed the body out of the way, coming to a stop. It was at this point she saw a man with a...weird arm jump out of the
armored vehicle ahead of her, for some reason she didn't really understand. Though it looked like he was jumping to save the un-affiliated thug,
Freya couldn't help but shake her head in disapproval, staring at the strange arm that man had. Kicking into gear again, Freya
rode slowly over to the two downed men, saying nothing at all, just curious about the arm.
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"What the fuck!" Joe barely had time to yelp the curse, as he watched Slevin dive out of the car on the other side of him. This guy had to have a
death wish, and Joe couldn't figure out why, for any reason, Slevin would decide to bail out of the fast moving car. Still, now the door was hanging open
in the middle of a fire fight. Lunging across the car and over Prophet, Joe grabbed on the handle of the door that was swinging wildly, in an attempt to yank
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The two men in Jack's sights continued to swirve about, firing upon the car and him. One biker, having foresight, pulled behind the
vehicle, removing himself from Jack's line of sight. The other man was not so lucky. The first few rounds struck the injured man's
bike. To be more specific, the bullet tore through the wheel and into the axis that held the wheel by the steering mechanism. Due to some freak of high speed
chases, gun fights, and good old fashion awesome, there was an explosion of sound of the bike and it's driver were sent airborne over
Jack's car and towards the car in front of them. There were screams from the men ahead as the car narrowly swerved out of the way.
The bike had been put into the car's path and Prin was forced to make a very sharp turn to avoid it. This would greatly rock every person in said vehicle. Joseph would find himself almost falling out of the car, when he feels a gentle but strong old hand on the back of his collar. Prophet appeared to be sitting calmly in place, seat belt strapped around his waist, holding the young man from falling out. Before Joseph could wonder about such an act, a motorcycle pulled out from the other alley and a man weilding a crowbar was quickly at the open car door. There were two men on this bike. The one with the crowbar and one with a knife. The one with the crowbar jammed the hooked end into the window. The visible glass shattered and it hooked into one of the armor plates and door frame. The second man on the bike leaped into the vehicle, onto Joseph. From another alley, another motorcycle of sorts appeared. This one had the cycle and a passenger seat. One driver, and two men standing in the side seat. One held a bat and the other a semi automatic. They were on the right side of the vehicle where Dawn was seated. The man with the semi automatic fired at the door where Dawn was while the man with the bat lept onto the hood of the moving vehicle. One had to give credit to the Halloweeners, they were tenacious. Slevin saw an oppertunity to escape, to be free. It made sense that he would take it... Almost. His timing probably could have been safer and better for his health. As Slevin opened the door and lept out, his arm shot forward in an attempt for self preservation. Hooking onto a passing lamp post, Slevin could feel his shoulder dislocating as he was snapped in another direction. He was sent flying toward Ethan at high speeds, though, not as lethal as if he had jumped out of the car and that was it. Only a mad man jumps out of a moving vehicle at high speeds. Ethan would find himself getting bumped and bruised as he skidded out but eventually the jarring pain of being rocked about would come to an end. He was alive. There were a few bruises of course, but he was alive and in fair shape. That's when Slevin had careened into him. The two were sent flying into the slowing motorcycle of Freya. As the three collided together, Freya's motorcycle radio turned on. An old fashioned tune coming to life. If there were Gods in this world, they had a sense of humor. |
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Jack was lurched a bit from Prin's sudden turn but was more used to it, and
compensated. What he didn't count on was Slevin throwing open the car door and jumping out of the moving vehicle,
swinging on something with his "weird arm".
"What the fuck, Slevin!? THIS is the maniac I traded Jason for!? For fuck's sake!" Jack sneers, obviously his temper starting to flair at the frustration of the event, and for having listened to Prophet; for a man of science and logic, he places a lot of faith into the "psychic" ramblings of a blind man. While he took down another of the bikers very dramatically and occupied at least one car ahead of him for a moment, more Halloweener bikers had come and capitalized on Slevin's brazen act. Now there was one Halloweener inside the back seat trying to grab at Joseph with a knife, another hanging onto the open side door with a crowbar, and a third on the hood of the car with a bat. Jack was back in the driver's seat of the car from his last gunplay salvo; he had two loaded guns left and the one that Dawn had releaded and was still holding. Jack was in no mood for finesse. Seeing the back of the Halloweener's head who was inside the back seat grappling with Joseph, Jack literally thrusts his fingers into the back of the Halloweener's head and neck, using his immense strength and skill to literally crush the Halloweener's spine and brain-stem, and likely part of his skull, with his bare hand. While Jack rarely did so, he was probably strong enough to snap off someone's head if he wanted to, and had grabbed their throat. "Joseph! Get that moron off the door and close it!" Jack barks, immediately thrusting his fingers from the goon's neck area and leaving the corpse to Joe to deal with. "Brace, everyone!" The Halloweener on the hood of the car with a bat was about to learn why jumping onto the hood of a car can be dangerous. Jack hit the brakes in an attempt to throw him off. The Halloweener clinging to the side door likely would have a better chance of hanging on, but he had Joseph to deal with, who would have been maybe 4 feet from him. Gotta get these mother-fucking snakes off of my mother fucking car! If Jack got the bat-man off, his next action likely would be to drive again, to run him over. |
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Posts: 275 06/05/09 11:42 PM Cry Havoc, and let loose the Dogs of War |
"Ok... that's good... slowing down now... " Just when Raze thought he was going to stop, none too much the worse for wear, he was sent
off into the cold arms of some hard metal thing. "Fuck!" Slowing getting up, his body aching all over the place, the first thing he saw was a
familiar face. "You..." It was Slevin, taking a tumble right along with him. "How the hell did you get over here?" Last time Raze had seen
him, he was in Jack's vehicle. "What the hell did we hit?"
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Joe yelped and his eyes went wide as the car swerved and he felt himself sliding out of the car, head first. He flailed about for a second, but then felt a
firm hand grip him and keep him from falling. He barely even had time to recognize it as Prophet, when another bike appeared right in front of him and then
there was a Halloweener on top of him. Once again, he was in a dis-advantageous position, but rather than feeling himself get stabbed in the back, he felt the
man on top of him go limp, and Joe breathed another sigh of relief; saved again. The knife that the Halloweener had been holding fell harmlessly to the floor
next to him.
The car jammed on its breaks, and Joe slid forward so he slammed in to the back of the front seat, but immediately shrugged it off. With one hand, he reached up behind him and yanked as hard as he could, pulling the man off his back and out of the car. With the other hand, he grabbed the knife off the floor, taking only a brief moment to aim before whipping it out of the shattered window, hopefully in to the biker with the crowbar on the other side of the door. He was still perched rather precariously across the back seat, and while he wouldn't fall out at the moment if unsupported, he was very glad to know Prophet was there with him. |
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"Oh, hey, wait, ROOMIE!!"
Slevin said as he started screaming, his REAL shoulder was completely dislocated, and it felt like hell, he quickly told his crazed arm to turn into a snake again, vice gripping the motor cycle he had slammed into, this was probably even worse of an idea than the previous one. He stood up as soon as he got out of the cluster of people, he hated himself. He pushed Raze and the woman away. "I jumped out of a moving car." He screamed in agony as he grabbed his shoulder and forced it back into place. Looking at Raze and ignoring the girl. "Anyone need medical attention?" He said. |
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Freya would find herself in an odd situation, as two men and a weird arm were flung in her direction. Her reflexes allowed her to brace herself, before being hit by them, falling off of her bike and rolling when she hit the ground. She pushed herself to her feet, dusting herself off. She was going to open her mouth to say something, but she took interest in Slevin's arm...and the fact that he just touched her motorcycle and was closer to it than she was. "I don't care who you are or where you're from, but stepping away from my transportation would be the wisest course of action for you to take, unless you want to cause further altercation and bring in another party into this gang-fight," Freya said, in a cool and serious tone. Her eyes looked Ethan over quickly, studying him to see if she could spot concealed weaponry, while getting ready to attack Slevin should he do anything stupid. She would not let anyone get in her way, not with her life on the line.
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"Fair enough, welcome to the underground, all your shit gets destroyed in a second, soooo... Ima throw it now."
Slevin said as he had his arm grab the motorcycle. Ok, assuming this isn't more than 400 kilos, i can throw it, I'm not quite sure how far.... Hmmm. Ok, new strategy, 2 set of halloweeners, no firepower, he sucked at using guns. Everyone had already seen his taint. He changed his plan and pulled out his tool kit out, unscrewing the motorcycle's fuselage and engine block. "Oh, and TECHNICALLY, I don't have a gang, I do odd jobs for guys doing the attacking, and I'm kink bombed by the order to help the ones defending, I'm dead anyway, you might as well shoot me, I can fix your bike in a second. Assuming any of them have engine blocks left." He said as he tore off his shirt, forced it inside the fuel tank, pulling out a lighter and then turning back to chuck it at the new motorcycle that showed up with the second seat. Making sure to heave it so if it missed, it would be the opposite direction of Jack's car, hoping his arm would turn into rubber or something to accelerate it as he lit his shirt. |
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Posts: 297 06/07/09 12:49 AM Traitorous Whore |
Dawn went low, pressing halfway to the floor. Let them miss, dear god, let them miss. If they shot down she was dead - let them think she was just crouched.
But she was not defenseless. She was not totally useless - she had a gun in her hand, and Jack was too busy to use it. She took quick stock of the door, before lining up the tip of the gun and firing at the man with the gun. She was not going for a fancy headshot - she was simply shooting him so he would stop shooting at her. Knocked off the bike, gun out of his hands... anything. |
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Posts: 276 06/07/09 1:26 AM Cry Havoc, and let loose the Dogs of War |
"This must be your bike, sorry about th---" As Raze turned from Slevin to look at the owner of the bike that crazy bastard was intent on wrecking, he
recognized her face. The picture, the message... all of it was incredibly cryptic. So cryptic, in fact, that Raze had a suspect in mind, just for a second. The
thought quickly passed, however; there was just no way they'd ask him something like that. Certainly, they wouldn't ask.
Getting the feeling that Slevin was going to be the one in immediate need of protection, Raze got between him and the girl. "Now, listen, if you need a ride... my bike probably still works, so there's no need to do anything hasty." Still having his helmet on, you couldn't see his face, but Raze tried his very best to sound as amicable as possible. |
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I don't care what his situation is, he's dead. Freya wasn't going to just stand there and let him dismantle her bike. Reaching into her cloak, she tore a piece of paper off of her back, her fingers already folding it into a slim knife, giving the appearence that she merely had one concealed on her person. As he started to explain some bullshit about technicalities and the like, Freya was already moving as fast as she could towards him, her blade swinging in a quick arc down at where his Tainted arm connected to his torso, right past the shoulder where it was the softest and easiest to cut through. |
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Posts: 2184 06/07/09 1:49 AM Kwisatz Haderach |
When the car went into a short stop, the man at the side of the car held tight for dear life. The one on the head, should have gone flying off. Instead, the
bat went flying from his hand as the other hand latched onto the hood. The strain on the man's face was apparent, the trickle of crimson on his hands
became visible. With the car stopped, the man on the hood slammed his hand on the windshield, splatting blood on it.
Jack's strike was swift and it left a dead man's weight on top of Joseh, to which the shapechanger managed to dispatch out the window. Joseph would throw the weapon. But he would find that unlike many gangers make it seem. Throwing a weapon not balanced was not as easy as it looked. He threw the weapon and the dull end of it struck off the man's shoulder. With the car stopped, the man managed to position himself in the open door and send a foot towards Joseph's face. The car stopped short and as Dawn fired, she went flying into the dashboard. Furthermore, she had no skill or knowledge of firearms. The force of the large and powerful gun would send her flying back and her shot going astray. She was fortunate to not break anything with such a large and powerful hand canon. It would lead her to wonder how Jack weilded them with ease. The car was pulling ahead, not realizing Jack had stopped but three more motorcycles were in the far distance behind them. The one that had hid behind the Jack's vehicle, pulled along the side, uzi raised towards the open slit of the window, began firing. Before Jack could respond, Prin dove atop of Jack, the force of her strength alone forcing his seat back. Jack could feel her body rock as a round of bullets began to riddle her. He could take the time to toss her off but that could break her. The safer option seemed to get the car moving before anymore bullets were in her. Slevin would find that he has no medical skills and all he did was add more pain to his shoulder. There was a cheerful reunion. That, of course was when stupid broke out. Perhaps Slevin had hit his head one too many times as he lept from the car, or maybe his head was never right to begin with. He had after all, lept out of a moving car. Then he sent his arm at the woman's motorcycle. Was there a logic, a reason? Maybe it was sheer malice. Ethan, saw the scene grow and expand into a potential mess. He did what he felt was best and attempted to make right and prevent things from going bad. He was not fast enough. The blade seemed to appear almost out of thin air as the woman moved. Her swing clean and pure, the slice tearing through the tainted arm, severing it. Slevin would not feel any pain, though the strange arm would go limp and fall to the floor. |
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Slevin didn't even get a chance to think about the blood that was in his tainted arm as it fell off, or the fact that his other arm was still dislocated,
he faceplanted forwards, blood dripping from his scrapes and road burn as he passed out from a seizure created by adrenaline, his brain firing off too many
electromagnetic signals, lack of sleep, anguish and just flat out lack of oxygen.
He managed to get a mumble out before he hit the ground.... The hacker couldn't think, if he even survived the next five minutes, thoughts of the lack of people who he could trust, didn't want him dead, hadn't blackmailed or degraded him, would be such a stupidly short list he was wondering if his brain even needed to process anything. Since he had been thrown out of his own system, and the fact he had completely run out of options, his mind still focused on lack of caring for his own well being. He hated everyone, he had nothing to turn to, nothing to hope for, nothing to keep him going on. He flashed back to the anger he felt in front of his computer when he couldn't claim what was his, when he lost Sanguinius, when he had the bomb strapped around his collar. He hated almost everyone, he hated Jo for not explaining enough. He hated Darius for making him bug the Dragons. He hated John for talking about killing him to his face. He hated Xiadra for asking to kill him to his face. He hated the Order, for stealing his system, sending the bounty hunter looking dude, Taylor, and everyone else, but mostly the lovely collar. He hated being stolen from. He hated being alone. He hated Baxtor for actually giving him to Jack as a fucking christmas gift almost.... and oh how did he hate Jack. If there was anyone he wanted to kill, even though he was pretty sure he couldn't kill anyone, assuming he ever woke up again, it was Jack. He hated the woman who had attacked him. "Roomie... I think you amount to the only one who doesn't-" He said as he was going down. "-want me dead." He managed to mumble. His last thoughts were merely about his death wish. He had been dead since the Order got their hands on him, he had been insane since then. He remembered not hating. He had gone crazy when he had run out of moves. Attributed to the collar, the company, and his gear being destroyed. Slevin was beyond insane, he merely ended his consciousness on a note of wondering whether or not he had actually died. His head was a fucking wreck. A genius backed into a corner, brains with no brawn. No help, out of options, he was useless, completely.... useless. He recalled when he had built the security software for those terrible assholes in the City. They had killed everyone else, everything else. He recalled the message at the computer monitor, it didn't matter what he had said to whoever that was, now that he had come this far, he guessed someone with a taint for computers. He wished he could have had something useful, removed by a stupid girl that in the end would end up in the same place he was going, assuming he died, assuming he died. Slevin had hated everything, all he could do was run, and when he finally tried to help, to do anything besides run away, as the option had been stripped from him, he ended up like this. He remembered the old fucker, Jack's old man lover, Slevin to stay? Slevin didn't want to stay, Slevin just wanted back to talking to Sanguinius and controlling his computer programs. He didn't want to fight, he didn't want to die. He didn't want to be someone's pet, someone's playtoy, a double agent, triple, even quadruple if you looked at it that way. So why stay? To end up dead? To end up the way Slevin was already going? Death, he wasn't even human anymore. Jack and Baxtor had made sure of that. So when he finally cracked, where did he stand? He stood on the edge of oblivion, and suddenly everything Jason had said made sense.... he had nothing and nobody. If he didn't wake up, well who would care? He had just sped up the natural order of things. Order, god what a weird thought to have, natural Order. The natural order was simple, Slevin had always played a losing game, he really tried, he did, but he couldn't fit in, he didn't understand why. How, or what he had done wrong. He had tried so hard, he had helped so many people writing that security program. If he woke up, the first thing he'd have to do is apologize to Sanguinius. Then he'd have to forget about killing anyone. He could never win a fight, never be good in one, this had proved it. He wanted to be back home in the city where his robotic knowledge and computer skills meant something, and he was appreciated for it. He couldn't do anything, he wasn't appreciated, animals never were. If he could laugh, he would have. The best hacker, amounted to being nothing more than an animal that had been destroyed in seconds. Useless.... So, horribly useless. Sanginue, Raze, if I ever wake up, I'm sorry, if I don't, I'm still sorry. Jack, Xiadra, Baxtor, Anonymous, Prophet, Heartless, Jo, Darius, John, Taylor, the Order, Dragons, Halloweeners, everyone else.... what did I ever do, that I deserved to be driven insane? I never hurt any of you... I only... wanted to make everything better with my ability to program. I'm sorry... I am so horribly useless." After that, everything went black. He hoped he'd wake up, if he ever did, he'd get himself back together, and he'd make every last person that had degraded him, finally taste what his life was like.... |
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"Shit...!" She had already been on the way, and he wasn't ready. Somehow she had cut off that freakish arm of Slevin's in a single blow, with
what looked like nothing more than a knife. Raze eyed the girl for a second, almost in disbelief that someone would do something so brutal for so little
reason. Almost.
He didn't have time to worry about her right then, however. The loss of an arm was something a person could very easily die from, especially an arm so much larger than usual. Slevin had said something, but had passed out shortly thereafter. That wasn't good. Raze might not have know much about medicine, but he did know plenty about the human body, particularly what was bad for it. Loss of blood, amongst other things, were the cause of death in a situation like this. That bleeding had to be stopped, the wound closed and Slevin had to wake up. He had to stay conscious. Pulling out a couple of plastic handcuffs, Raze strapped them to what was left of Slevin's bleeding arm. He tightened them as much as he was physically capable, hoping they'd do the trick. Wiping the bloody arm down with the edge of his coat, he had to see if the bleeding had stopped, so that he could get to work on stitching the thing up. It wasn't going to be a straight line by any means, but it was better than nothing. At this point, Raze could have taken the opportunity to pop Slev's shoulder back into place (as any idiot that knows that a shoulder ain't supposed to be popped out like that could do) but he was saving it. Saving it for when his stupid little friend woke up. The pain was going to help keep him awake. |
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Joe mumbled a curse under his breath as the butt of the knife smacked in to the gang banger in front of him, then snapped his arm up in front of his head as
the man kicked at him. The guy was wearing boots, and the edges dug in to his arm painfully, but he ignored it, and shifted the position of his hand to grab
the boot and keep the guy from pulling it back for another kick. Now that the car was stopped and there was no longer a dead body on top of him, he could
finally regain his position.
While he was holding the foot, to his head, he sucked his feet up beneath him, bringing his feet close enough to snatch the long knife he kept in his own boot with his free hand. He quickly brought the knife up, slashing on the achilles tendon of the foot he was holding trapped, before shoving it back and raising himself in to a crouch, preparing to spring out and finish the Halloweener. |
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Freya spun the weapon in her hand upside down, and pointed the tip at Slevin's fallen form, standing over him. "I gave fair warning." She considered ending his life there, but doing so would leave her exposed to the other man, who looked like a friend of her victim. Weighing her options, she stepped back, and crouched by her motorcycle, tossing her bloody knife to the side. Thirty seconds later, it would turn into dust. Running her sleeve over her blood-splattered face, she watched Ethan carefully, unsure of what to do now. She let Ethan start to provide medical treatment for Slevin, while she started to see if she could put her motorcycle back together. "...If he hadn't gotten in my way, he wouldn't have gotten hurt. I have too much on the line to be delayed further," Freya said in a quiet tone, not really caring if Ethan heard her or not, sounding like she was talking to herself. |
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The situation was virtually FUBAR before they had even reached the fated Junkyard. It probably could be argued that
Prophet was a jinx, at best. Slevin had hurled himself from the car, which had
allowed at least two Halloweeners entry into the backseat; one had been slain, but the other was still battling
Joseph while trying to hang onto the open side door. Dawn had practically
knocked herself out trying to shoot one of Jack's gun. There was a Halloweener hanging on the hood punching the windshield with a bloody fist (and doing little damage; without brass knuckles or
superhuman strength, breaking a windshield with one's fist was a near futile act).
As if that wasn't enough, the last biker that Jack had been shooting at had opened fire, and Prin was literally taking bullets for Jack. "Prin! Dawn! Fuck!" Jack growls, sitting up enough in his seat so he could properly steer and see where he is driving. "Hang on!" he shouts to Joseph. Jack hits the gas and starts the car up again. He couldn't afford to wait for Slevin and to be fair, he should have known better than to do what he did. However, Jack had turned the car at an angle so that when it started up again, he was intending to clip the cycle of the shooter of Prin with the side of his car to hopefully wreck the rider. "Prin!? Talk to me, babe, just keep talking!" Jack continues. "I'm going to kill all of them." He tried not to crash into the cars in front of him, but if he bumped into their back fenders to jostle them, Jack wouldn't mind. |
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Joe's knife was able to tear through the boot and connect with the man's vital spot. He let off a howl of rage but the Halloweeners
were proving to be a rather tenacious gang. It was almost admirable just how much they dedicated themselves to a given task. Too bad they weren't on the
same side. As Joe crouched into a lunging position, he'd find the Halloweeners other boot strike him hard on the shoulder wielding the
knife. Almost as if fate were against Joe, the car took off hard. Sending him bumping into Prophet once more, who managed to steady him with a
hand to the back.
Dawn still appeared dazed from the gun, short stopping, and restarting of the car again. Perhaps this round she would come to. Jack forced the car into action, unfortunately, the acceleration and angles were all wrong to wreck the nearby back. The biker was rocked but not greatly. He, the biker, took another moment to finish unloading his clip, the bullets bouncing off the vehicles armor. While Jack maneuvered the vehicle, he simply reloaded. Jack would not that what the man on the hood was not trying to break the window. Just showing how tenacious, or stupid, these Halloweeners can be, he was covering Jack's windshield with blood. Considering his other hand was gripped to the hood, and wiper, it didn't seem quite like a bad idea. A small, but noticeable portion of Jack's wind shield was stained crimson. Jack could look out his window of course, but that would mean lowering his plate armor and exposing his head. From the distance, three more motorcycles were approaching. The car in front of them had stopped and the men inside were firing at Jack's vehicle. It's only by sheer luck they hadn't hit the man on the hood yet. One of them seemed to be fiddling with something. A weak voice from Prin murmured into his lap. "J-j-jacky... I-i l-love you..." Freya's bike seemed to be in a level of disarray and without any mechanical skills, it didn't seem likely she'd figure out if it was damaged or what. Ethan too, lacked first aid or any medical skills, and unlike TV or roaming gangers may give off the impression, resetting a dislocated shoulder is not that easy. It's only by sheer chance, or perhaps pity of the Gods, that the shoulder did not receive worse damage. The girl with the blade and quick hands was indeed the girl in the picture, and the message had been clear. The cut end of Slevin's arm appeared to fold over on itself and bubble lightly at the tips before seeming to melt into his shoulder socket, leaving the hacker with only one arm... The dislocated one. Three motorcyclists were approaching to pass them. They did not appear to do the trio any harm. |
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Posts: 278 06/09/09 10:12 AM Cry Havoc, and let loose the Dogs of War |
Slevin's arm had some peculiar properties. Apparently, it did not need to be sewn at all. But he still had to wake up. In his condition, he should not have
been unconscious, even for this long. "Wake!" With a slap across the face, "Up!" And then another, Raze attempted to get Slevin to awaken.
He was not exactly certain why it was that people could die if not kept awake, with this type of injury, but he knew it was definitively possible.
All of this, just because another insane chick decided someone needed to get hurt for her to get her way. And her reason being what? A delay? Time? She reminded Raze, a little too much, of someone else. |
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