Riders At The World's End - Phase 2: Mortal Danger [FROZEN]

[Doc Gnosis]

With all the might he could muster, Wilkes heaved himself back on his feet. His folded jacket was no longer on his person, along with the extra ammo for his handgun... But that wasn't important, not when he had less than a minute to put some distance between him and the man-beast. He ran as fast as his hurt limbs could carry him, despite the pain and shortness of breath in his lungs. Eventually he stowed into a house six down from where he first encountered the foe. And just in time too, as the grunting and yelling ceased; Salt imagined the worst.

He hid right in one of the corners of the house, close to the entrance for perception. Yet there were no grunts, no crinkle of dirt, nothing but the blowing of wind that reaches the ears and sweat-covered clothes. It couldn't have given up so easily, and it was just as unlikely the two bullets and drugs did the behemoth in. Not possible to run away; not unless the soldier had its own transport. No point in a surprise attack, nor trying to check the windows. He checked his ammo: 10 in the clip with three left over, one frag grenade, the opened sack of drugs, and the clothes on his back. He thought out every option in his head from throwing the grenade out, to turning the drugs into a fire bundle and lobbing that at him, and all attempts at killing would lead to his own death... He sighed inwardly; he'd had to think of something...

Wait! The house. Wilkes had forgotten that he was in a different dwelling altogether; maybe there's something he could use in this place. Focusing solely on the interior, Salt scanned the area for any nook and cranny he could loot without causing too much noise... A steamer trunk... a cushioned armchair... A broken TV set? Well, that would be where to start. Sneaking this time would be its most critical; he didn't want anything that could give away his presence...

Legs were shaking, heart was aching, but he made it to the TV; he hoped it didn't hear him. The glass was shattered, so it could possibly have been used for storage. Sticking a hand in, he felt around for anything of use, until his hand clutched a cold rounded object. He pulled the hand out, and saw what was a grenade. He exhaled in relief before directing himself to the steamer trunk. Had to be sneaky once again... The floorboard squeaked slightly and it caused Salt to stop in place with his pistol drawn at the front door... Nothing yet... Still nothing... If only he had one of the mines in his jacket, he could've set it at the entrance for protection. His face creased into a scowl at the missed opportunity.

From the door, he saw a shadow creep on the ground; the humanoid was near. He had no choice; he pulled the pin off the frag grenade and lobbed it outside before jumping out the window to escape the blast radius. Crouching behind the outside wall, Salt was counting backwards to himself. "Two... One..."

-BOOM-

He didn't bother checking if the man-beast survived, he got back on his feet and ran. Again he felt his chest constricting his lungs, and his limbs tightening from labour. Yet he had to continue the distance.

-BANG BANG BANG BANG- -BANG BANG-

Fuck! It saw me. The bullets barely missed him; some flew right in front of his eyes, making his childhood flash in an instant - the world he knew torn asunder, the violence, the crazy shit he never thought he'd do at that age.

-BANG BANG BANG-

The shots from behind shook Wilkes from these thoughts and returned him to the present. Turning an eye to his Six, he saw the behemoth right behind him, poised to fire his gun. In desperation, he dove through a broken window, ignoring the glass tearing through the cotton fabric and surface of the skin. He landed on his stomach, and felt the force pushing against his torso with newfound intensity; he had to crawl now. But not before pulling the pin on his mystery grenade and throwing it out where he came from.

 

[willofbob]

Angus fired a shot upwards to draw their attention, "Enough! All of you! And did you say your name is O'Neil? That's my name, say, how old are you?" he turned his attention back to the others "and if you murderers and zealots are done working out your daddy issues on one-another, I'd just like to say... does anyone know how to get to Tyreyard?" he paused for a moment before saying "And the way I see it, you're all monsters. Each and every one of you."

 

[Fniff]

Spoiler: OCC

Dude, Threeword's character is implied to be feared and respected by a lot of people. Unless your character lives under a rock, your character should be running away.

 

[ThreeWords]

As Carl came down, Shannow swung back to avoid the blow. As he sheathed the pistols (useless in close combat), the knuckle duster clipped his chin and sent him stumbling. Recovering, he drew out his other weapon; an 18 inch knife, practically a sword, which he held with disconcerting grace

He was about to counterattack when a new voice called, "Enough! All of you! If you murderers and zealots are done working out your daddy issues on one-another, I'd just like to say... does anyone know how to get to Tyreyard?"

However, Shannow completely ignored the newcomer, and lunged at Carl with his blade

 

[nuba km]

Carl blocked the knife just in time with his knuckle duster, 'you fear death more then any man I have meet so far' Carl stabbed the hand holding the knife with his other knuckle duster 'all I want is to make you bleed and loose your fear of death, so far one is accomplished'

 

[Fallen-Angel Risen-Demon]

"Whoever you are... Why do you persist? This is not your fight! I cheer for your foe, for he is mine! I will be the one to kill him!" Jacob coughed. "Nobody else will, or most likely can! He is greater then you in too many ways, do yourself a favor and run! Or... Are you like me? Heh heh heh..." Jacob grabbed the side of his bike and used it to pull himself up, his legs shaking. "Will you do the impossible? Will you beat the unbeatable? I doubt, but I doubt many things."

 

[nuba km]

Carl having bought him self a couple of seconds from punching the Jerusalem man's hand shouted to Jacob 'tell people I made the Jerusalem man bleed and if he bleeds we can kill him' Carl then quickly said to the man that fired into the air 'I'll talk after this' Carl quickly focused back onto the fight.

 

[ThreeWords]

Shannow's knife hand whipped back, cushioning the blow, and at the same time his body pivoted, sending his other fist smashing into Carl's face.

"'And thought they smote the Preacher'" he growled, "There was nothing they could do to still his heart, for the Orbs watched over him, and his eye burned with their fire' In time, you may learn that there is more to fight than the first blow!"

 

[nuba km]

the Jerusalem man's fist hit Carl in the centre of his face breaking his nose, 'NO MAN IS TOO GOOD FOR DEATH, either king or street sweeper, sooner or later you will dance with the reaper!' Carl let out a barrage of punches but he started to tire.

 

[ThreeWords]

The flurry of blows struck the Preacher, and while he raised an arm to shield his face, he could not defend against all the blows. One struck his chest, another his shoulder, so he stepped back and shoulder barged Carl, knocking him to the floor.

Drawing one of his pistols, he looked Carlin the eye and said, "Everyone dices with Death; because he's the only one who plays fair"

 

[nuba km]

Carl chuckled 'you may kill me but the story of when the Jerusalem man bleeding will spread people she you as another man proclaiming to be more then he is and the red eagles and blue eyes will stop fearing you and the green jewels will fall, and the red eagle that I wanted to save has been saved I have not lose this fight but I crushed you' while saying this Carl got up not flinching and placed the Jerusalem man's gun against his forehead, 'you have a choice shoot me or get the man who will tell the tale that will cripple your power'

 

[Doc Gnosis]

-BOOM-

The shock from the blast made it to Wilkes, painfully pushing his body further into the house and jarring his senses. When he finally came to, he saw nothing but a faint vapour outside creeping its way in. A stinging sensation smothered his eyes and nostrils, and immediately he covered those hurting wounds with his free hand and screaming through his teeth in pain. Goddamn gas grenade... Should've got more fucking distance.

Perception greatly skewed, he crawled where he believed was backwards, frantically grabbing the floor with one hand and putting all his might into the gun-wielding hand. The burning in his eyes and nose remained throughout his entire crawling; his torso felt the floor stretch his skin and caress his battered chest like an Indian Burn. Below him, the smooth wooded planks turned to a coarse and uneven terrain. The only bit of solace he had in this situation was that the behemoth was as blinded as he was.

-BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG- -BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG-

... Until that time... Wilkes needed to check if he could see again; he opened his eyes, feeling a sting as the wind met the unprotected skin of those nerves. Yet after the first seconds, they stopped hurting; in fact they only hurt when he blinked. He sighed to himself as he redrew his handgun again, pointing it to the front of the old beat-up house and finger poised to empty another few bullets. Something emerged from the left hand side; it was the man-beast.

-BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG-

-BANG BANG BANG-

Seven more in the clip. Another three shots popped like a cork from his gun, zipping through the air at speeds imperceptable from the naked eye. This time he saw the small pellets enter into the soldier's skull and neck; he saw blood ooze from the three newfound punctures, yet they were still shallow as the bullets appeared to have been stopped after breaking the surface. Despite the success, Salt felt a blinding pain in his left shoulder; he had been hit. Holstering his gun in his pant pocket and clutching his shoulder with his newly-free hand, he ran for cover. The only advantage he had was the additional damage done to the behemoth. The three shots were in critical areas; they had to have disabled it - if not kill the thing.

-BANG BANG BANG BANG- -BANG BANG BANG BANG-

Despite the damage, it was still fighting. Yet something was different about the gunfire; there was less percision in those shots. When shots were fired, they would create little currents in the air that would barely be recognized - then again the direction of wind was the last thing on your mind you're shot. One could tell where the shots were by feeling the currents against your body; they'd barely be felt, but firing a string of shots would leave a constant enough gale to recognize. Yet Wilkes felt no such wind; that meant something was hindering the gunner's accuracy...

Now if he didn't have a serious wound to nurse, he would've taken advantage of this impairment... But the deeds were done. His first steps were now back to the house he found him in. Thirteen houses, forty meters, six minutes... It had to be enough time for him. Have to get my medkit.

 

[Fallen-Angel Risen-Demon]

"...And the red eagle that I wanted to save has been saved..."
"Bad choice of words... I don't want to be saved, I want to KILL!" Jacob let go of the bike and stumbled, quickly regaining his balance. "In fact, for the choice of such words I'm gonna try to kill you! Heheheh! Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" Jacob charged at Carl and tackled him. "HAHAHAHAHAHA! Like I would help you hahahaha!"

 

[nuba km]

Jacob hasn't yet taken what Carl saw as an attack so he didn't retaliate, 'So you don't want the unity of the red eagles because of your ego, you properly see your self as better but how to you know that the victim doesn't want a long death. letting a chance for peace go because of wanting to be seen as strong, makes you weak, a slave to peer pressure'

 

[Fallen-Angel Risen-Demon]

"..." Jacob stared into Carl's eyes, then whispered into his ears. "I do not want strength, true peace can not exist while humanity exists. Thus I become the monster because someone has to if this world has a chance... I... I do not take pleasure in what I do... It is a facade so that others don't get close and change my mind. I tell you because nobody else will." Jacob punched Carl in the face repeatedly.

 

[nuba km]

Carl punched Jacob in the stomach with his knife knuckle duster and then slapped him in the face with the blunt side of the knuckle duster, 'True peace won't exist without humanity either because every group of animals are dicks, you ain't a monster your are just a emo that kills others' Carl was starting to feel light headed to do a mixture of explosion and facial beatings, 'I think we should concentrate our crippled bodies on taking on the Jerusalem man, what about you other O'Neil you gone help us or fight us or stand there and wait?'

 

[Fallen-Angel Risen-Demon]

Jacob coughed when he was hit. "Humanity fights among itself, while animals fight to survive in a world we destroyed for them. For our crimes against everything right, we deserve no life. That is the harsh truth I learned not too long ago, humanity has earned its place in hell..." Jacob pulled his fist up high and brought it down onto Carl's face as fast and hard as he could. "And I will be the one to send us there!!! [sub][sub]Whether I want to or not...[/sub][/sub]"

 

[nuba km]

Blood spew from Carl's nose, which now was pointing to the right, 'Yea we ain't fighting for our survival we are just doing this for fun you emo dim wit' Carl said extremely cheerfully 'different fight for survival requires different methods of fighting' Carl started walking towards his spear 'dragonic wants to get rid of your brand of stupidity' Carl said while smiling to himself great only one person is going to get a chance of spreading my message he thought as he pulled his spear from the ground.

 

[Fallen-Angel Risen-Demon]

"We could work together if we weren't so idiotic! We fight among ourselves, when we should be working hand-in-hand to fix what we did! But no... Humanity still squabbles over who has the biggest gun!" Jacob pulled out his two knives. "We'll fight on equal terms, you are worthy of that..." He span the knives in his hands then extended his right hand forward and his left back to equal with his head, turning his body to the left. He began circling Carl. "I see your point, do you see mine...?"