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[figment of mind]

Oddly, the thugs upstairs didn't move on and come down just yet. Monica was sure that they didn't know of her and Magic's little improvisational addition to the stairs so she could only guess as to why they weren't moving. Then she heard the dogs.

"Guys...time to get behind the door."

She put the stun grenade back and replaced it with a stick of dynamite, getting out of the way and letting her companions get into the camera room. It wasn't hard to light the stick (Matchstick, remember?), having it done in a matter of moments, the problem was that once she had lit the stick, the door upstairs opened up and the dogs came pouring out. Some went outside and some went straight for the group, clearing the trap easily. The lead dog in particular looked vicious like all hell but maybe that was because it was coming straight at them, with teeth bared and hunger in it's eyes. That one received a piece of thrown dynamite to the face, before the camera room door was slammed shut, keeping the dogs out. There was a slight moment of hesitation in the dog's mind for a moment or two before it shook it off and continued the attack, trying to gnaw and push it's way into the room with the rest of the pack.

*BOOM*

Any dogs not caught in the explosion were sent scattering for a few moments, the sound of the bang playing merry hell on their eardrums. Upstairs, there was a bit of movement and shuffling around before the door opened and a few voices came out.

"What the fuck was that?"

"Like hell if i know! Go check it out!"

And with that, the group of Conquistadors ran through the door, down the stairs, and into Magic's trap, tripping and yelling out as they fell on each other (and a dog). With that, Monica opened the door and ran out, grabbing the nearest dog by the back. The poor dog must have not had any idea of what was happening as she lifted it up, and piledrived it into the ground, with it letting out a snall whimper before falling unconscious (or dieing, who cares honestly). She turned to the other two and said, "Come on guys, let's make this quick!"

 

[booksv2]

Sprinting across the room towards the security room and turning as he slides slightly Magics eyes widen as a dog slips around the girl and comes at him slobbering and with red shot eyes. Scrambling back and pulling both the double agent blades from his belt and bringing his arms around he takes a swipe at the dogs nose. His legs still scrambling back and forcing himself to stay upright he keeps slashing at the dogs face and head, one of his blades going into its mouth and through the bottom of its jaw before he pulls back. Kicking the dog a few times and getting up on one knee as the dog slides away from a firm kick, its head and face bleeding and cut to pieces.

As the dog moves around confused and hurt Magic moves up and slash's its throat as it stumbles around. Looking up as a BOOM sounds through a locked door and the woman opens it a crack to look out. Looking down and sighing softly at the dog Magic moves forward and stands behind the girl as some yelling comes from upstairs and a mass of people come barreling down the stairs and fall from the cord stretched across the stairs.

Smiling wide at how well it had work Magic stays where he is for a minute as the woman rush's forward and takes care of one of the dogs with a wrestling move.
"Come on guys, let's make this quick!"

Following after and moving past the woman Magic starts moving both his blades quickly. Nicking their hands and arms and faces he keeps nicking at them till he can sneak through and get first one neck and then another in the wriggling mass of body's. Stepping back and making a face at the spray of blood that happens Magic looks at the woman and the other guy.
"If you have something to take care of them better please do so."

Moving forward and slamming one blade in a leg that is laying there he pulls the body out and cuts their throat before their hands can grab him. Stepping back again and letting the other 2 take care of the rest of the 5 body's still living and starting to get up.

 

[Ruedyn]

"Guys...time to get behind the door."

"Doggies!" Saintly said, enthusiastically. He liked them more than cats. He wasn't the biggest fan of hearing them explode and watching them get viciously murdered, but one had tried to step to Raul. The pup hung on to Raul's kevlar coated arm, he tried half heartedly to shake it off. Good grip on him, Saintly had to admit. He seemed to get ignored again as another explosion signaled the death of a few more gang members. That sort of death he was 100% for! He quickly drew his Tekkan, the dog hanging for dear life against his non-dominant hand.

"Come on guys, let's make this quick!"

Raul nodded, dashing to the center of the five, tripping the one in the middle and kicking him into two of his friends. "You wipe them up!" he called to his allies, reverse gripping his blunt iron instrument and crushing a gang member's nose back into his skull with a hard jab. He did a quick jump, crushing the skull of the one he kicked, leaving just one solitary man underneath the pile...

"Order him off." Raul commanded, tapping the dog with his 'sword'. The Conquistador looked up in confusion and fear, but complied with a whistle as Saintly bent over and tore off a sleeve of clothing. The dog reluctantly dropped, Raul quickly wrestling it to the ground and tying it around as an impromptu muzzle. Saintly smiled as the dog darted off whimpering, turning to the last remaining man in his group. "Thank you, I'll make this quick," he said as he pulled out his sledgehammer, and Gallaghered him.

 

[Mr.Ivebeenframed]

Drifter continued to clear the lower floors, making sure the party upstairs was undisturbed. He cleared the first two floors, flanking the flankers as Conkies tried to make their way upstairs. The last thin they were suspecting was Drifter as he riddled the gangsters with bullets. He was just about done clearing a stairwell when he heard barking outside. He went to a window to see dogs tear apart a few unlucky gangsters who tried to run. One of them was being torn apart right below him, Drifter popped off some shots, taking some dogs out. In he courtyard, he could make out Milli's red hair behind a wall. She then poked out to fire at some unseen gangsters. From this view, Drifter spotted a few conquistadors make a run for the parking lot but they weren't fast enough as a Drifter mowed them down as well. When he stopped firing, he heard a familiar growl and turned only to have a German Shepard jump at his throat. The heavy dog pushed Drifter back to the window and soon enough, Drifter saw the window sill ascend as he descended. He landed on what remiained of a conquistador with a bloody splat. The impact from the fall allowed him to readjust his grip to the dog's neck and with a violent twist, the dog fell limp.

"My luck..." Drifter grumbled as he pushed himself up from the bloody remains and made his way towards Milli. He dodged some gunfire as he sprinted to Milli's wall. With a thud, he slammed into cover. "Long time, no see!" Drifter remarked as he popped out of cover to down a cocky gang-banger.

 

[CrazyGirl17]

Chloe charged through around the building, guns at the ready and shooting at anything that moved. As she ran, Chloe over heard gunfire coming from the all around, as well as the barking of dogs, oddly enough. Eventually she came across two of the others hiding behind a wall, and decided to join them.

"Hey, this fun or what?" She said in a disturbingly cheerful tone of voice. "By the way, what are your names again? I'm not good with names..."

 

[Athol]

"Long time, no see!"

"Hey there." She replied, taking a few shots at some movement across the courtyard. "Glad to see the spics haven't popped you... 'cuz then I'd have to go find your corpse to laugh at it."

"Hey, this fun or what? By the way, what are your names again? I'm not good with names..."

"Well I'd be having more fun if some little skid-mark hadn't trashed my MG..." She huffed motioning to the now burning van a few hundred yards away, ammunition still occasionally cooking off. "Anyways, I'm Milli...or 'Sweet Molly', either works." Smiling from inside her heavy armour, she winked at Chole. Going to swap mags again, she cursed softly as she tried to extract a full one from one of the more awkward to reach pouches. "Fuck this...hey you two, cover me for a sec will ya!?"

Without waiting for her companions to respond, she ducked into cover. Once in shelter, she undid the tactical vest that held her remaining 74 ammo, and the thigh holster with her CZ, setting them aside. Weapons and ammo out of the way, she set about stripping off the heavy body armour, and helmet, until she was back down to her earlier street clothes.

"Fuck me it was getting hot in all of that." Moments later she'd gotten the vest and holster back on. "So, who's up for killing some more of these bitches?"

 

[figment of mind]

"You wipe them up!"

"Alrighty then!" Monica said, rushing in after them, having taken care of another dog with a Flying Star Press to it's back. She ran up to the last two, who were still dumbfounded about Raul running in between them and hitting their allies, preforming a Hurricanrana on the left one and driving his head into the ground with a loud crack. His buddy was just registering what had happened when she popped up, already grinning from ear to ear as the possibilities of how to deal with him ran through her head.

Those were interupted momentarily as the last dog started barking, trying to run up and attack her. Ducking down, she grabbed the dog in mid-jump and tossed it at the thug. The thug, thinking instinctively, caught the dog in his arms before looking at it, terrified. That terror became even more pronounced when a grenade bumped off of his chest, following the girl saying, "Hold this, please!" Following that, she proceeded to kick the man off of his feet, the dog landing on him again, and the grenade becoming lost in between the two. The man struggled to find it, trying to shove the dog off of him and getting bitten for the trouble. He struggled a little more before letting out a scream as the grenade went off, killing both the dog and him. Luckily, the dog covered the explosion so no one else was affected.

With that done, she turned to Raul and said, "Well, that's done. We should head up and continue with the plan. Nice dog, by the way."

Monica then turned to the stairs and said, "Alright, let's hussle! We don't want to fall behind, do we?" She ran up the stairs, minding the rope trap, and beckoned the others to follow.

 

[Pm0n3y]

"Not good sound. Sound like...dogs." Diamond made a cautious remark as she and Deegan traveled upwards. "Really? D'you think they'd sic dogs on us-" He was instantly drowned out by the sounds of rabid barks and growls as he entered the third floor hallway, tackled to the ground by a lunging pitbull. If his reflexes were any less quick, the massive mutt would've easily ripped out his trachea. Instead, he held it by its mouth, a hand on each end of the jaw, keeping the mouth agape.

Naturally the dog wrestled for dominance, and violently shook and pulled in Deegan's grasp. But soon, the boy was able to turn the tables. Now with the dog on its back, he held it down before promptly dislocating its jaw. His moment of victory was brief, as a increasing gaggle of dogs quickly replaced the defeated one. "Cripes..." He pulled out his batons as he sidestepped, hopped, skipped, flipped, and jumped through the onslaught. "Y'know, you can help whenever you like! No pressure or anything!" He called out to his latest partner.

[hr]

"You're a persistent little ant, aren't you?" Fredrick muttered from his post, looking on as David scurried behind a more suitable form of cover. The hail of bullets were being ignored now, as he focused more on pushing his target into the open. "Even if you think you're safe...you're still just in a parking lot." He said, turning his attentions to the nearby cars all parked around the boy. More rockets were fired off, all aimed at whichever car was closest to David. A pickup truck, a lowrider, a compact sedan, car after car went up in a fiery blaze in attempts to crush the boy. Some caused chain explosions, some went airborne. All Matador had to do was wait.

 

[figment of mind]

Having already cleared the second floor of their target, Monica didn't see the need to check that floor again. She instead elected to drag the others up the stairwell, trying to find at least someone to fight. That was easier said than done however since the lights had been blown out, making it hard to see where they were going. She would have to blame that for the reason that they ended up at the top of the stairwell i.e. the top floor instead of the next floor up, like she was planning. Oh well, they could just work their way down instead and clear out the other floors after that. Besides, any targets that tried to run would run right into their friends outside so she wasn't too particularly worried.

"Well...can't really go any farther up. Let's check this floor out. Maybe we'll find the boss of this place in here."

She opened the door and peered inside, trying not to make much noise in the process. There were definitely some Conquistadors on this level, moving around and covering someone. That was conspicuous enough but one door in the hall was open, letting in some light from outside (which was the only reason she could see anyways), and from inside she could hear rockets being fired. She could only guess that whatever was going on on this level was important to them, probably one of their only defences against her friends outside.

Taking a page from Deegan's book, she pulled out a grenade and threw it out, seeing it land just shy of Fredrick's door. It seemed that these Mooks were smarter (or at least, more prepared) than the first guys at there was a response of get behind cover and close your ears...but they still reacted too late as the grenade went off, killing a couple and stunning the others. Looking back to the group, Monica said, "Ok, that should be good. Let's go!"

She charged forwards after that, slamming into the first enemy she could see. She grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and, with her other arm pushing and holding onto his abdomen, lifted him over her head, only to slam him down, head first, into the ground, causing a sickening cracking sound when she did so. Next she grabbed onto another Mook's arm, pulling the arm horizontal and the man connected to it off-balance. She then jumped and bent her legs, her knees positioned on the arm. As she fell, she dragged the man down with her, slamming down on his elbow and causing his forearm to bend the wrong way, breaking it. The man let out a scream as his arm broke, only shutting up with a punt to the head, courtesy of his attacker.

After that, she let Raul and his puppy deal with the last few goons as she popped into the open apartment. She pulled out a stun grenade, really not wanting to set off a chain reaction with any rockets in the room while she was in there, and said, "Hey there. Wanna stop it with the rockets now?"

...well, she would have said that, had she not actually taken a look at The Matador when she came in. It came out more as, "Hey there. Wann-holy shit.", as she looked at the hulking man before her, before pulling the pin on the stun grenade, dropping it, and running out.

 

[Athol]

Not waiting for Drifter or Chloe to respond, Milli took off towards the first building. Rifle up, she began sweeping through the building, working her way up. I should try and find Rodriguez's daughter...make her scream and daddy should pop out of the woodwork... Her biggest surprise so far was the lack of resistance, but then again after how badly they'd chewed on the Conquistadors she couldn't really blame them for keeping their heads down.

She'd made it up to the third floor, and was stalking quietly down the halls, listening for sounds in any of the closed apartments. Her search was rewarded when a Conkie in full colours stepped into the hall, looking away from her. "Hey puta!" She hissed, sighting up on him. "You call out, and you're dead before anybody can help you."

The Conkie turned slowly, and visibly gulped when he saw Milli behind her rifle. "P-please...don't kill...me..." He stammered, his eyes flicked back and forth, desperately looking for an 'out'. "Question," She asked. "Are you alone in there? And remember fuck with me and you die first." "No...No...I'm a-alone..." He spluttered. "Good." She replied, as she stepped forward and shoved him back into the rundown cesspit he lived in. Pushing him back until he fell onto a bagged out couch, she lowered her 74 and switched to the baton that was holstered with her pistol.

"Now here is how it's going to work." She said in an almost friendly tone. "I'm going to ask you a question, and you are going to answer. If I think you are fucking with me I hurt you, and if you fuck with me too much I'll kill you slow. On the other hand, play straight with me and you just might make it outta here...you got that?" The terrified Conkie merely nodded in response.

"Okay first question. Where is Roberto's daughter?" " Pinche Cabron! I can't tell you tha-" *GUAHHH* His protest was cut short by Milli driving her baton into his gut. "Now," She said, bringing the tip of the baton up to his chin. "Let's try that again." "I-If I tell you...sh-she'll kill me..." "And what will happen if you jerk me around?" The Conkie's face paled some more, and Milli smiled as she saw a dark stain spreading across the crotch of his pants.

After giving the man a moment to collect himself, she tapped his shoulder and just raised an eyebrow. "She...she's on the top floor..." "What about security?" "I...I swear I don't know any more..." Milli cracked the baton against a knee. *GAAHHH!* " Estoy hasta la madre! Okay, okay...I'm just a low-level soldier, I've never been up there okay!?" He gasped, clutching his knee. "But considering who she is...there'll be a bunch of guys up there now. I've heard rumours too..." Milli made a little motion for him to continue. "Supposedly she's booby trapped the top two floors, and she's got a bunch of emergency escape routes...but like I said...I'm just a grunt I don't know for sure...please, you have to believe me."

"Oh I believe you." Milli said softly, watching buddy's eyes light up with the hope he was going to make it out of here. Before he could even think of reacting, her baton snapped around, the tip colliding with his temple. While he was down, she turned and went to rummage through the filthy little kitchen, looking for a knife. On her way back, she spotted what turned out to be a military surplus bayonet sticking out of a pile of junk. Taking a moment to add it to her belt, she then took the shitty chef's knife she'd originally grabbed, and jammed it into the Conkie's chest, right up into his heart. "I do believe you," She whispered to the body. "But I'm not taking any chances that you might warn her." That done, she readied her rifle again, and started making her way up once more.

 

[blaze96]

'Well at least I'm shooting...fuck' David though as he saw the unmistakeable shape of an rpg in the window again. As explosion after explosion went off he had to run for his life, doing his best to avoid any shrapnel or getting caught right in the blast radius.

As he ran by a previously destroyed car another nearby was hit and he instinctively fell onto his belly next to the previously destroyed vehicle as the new landed, almost crushing him as he crawled out from under the vehicles. He knew he was being badly cut up, bruised, and it was highly likely at this point that his celebration would be in a hospital. If it was only to make sure none of his organs had decided the force of explosions was enough that they should just hand in their pink slips.

"That all comes later, just need to not die. That's all I gotta do, not die." He muttered to himself as he finally crawled free.

"Fuck this hiding in a window crap. Everything I have would rip through it anyway, but this window bullshit is getting on my nerves now. So either you get out, or I bury you there, fuck what granny will have to say. I'm not about to die because of a damn guideline." He muttered to himself as he ran and prepared his recoiless rifle again. This time aiming for about where he knew the wall would meet the floor. This time when it went off, if he didn't die in the explosion the floor would completely fall out from under him. If he had to do this a few more times to get the fucker outside then so be it. But he hoped the explosive went off at such a time as it would be right under the Matador's feet.

 

[NeoAC]

"Y'know, you can help whenever you like! No pressure or anything!"

"If stop moving, I would," Daryna informed him as she tried to aim her pistols at the charging pack of dogs. Eventually a couple of them turned their attentions to the other moving pile of meat in the stairwell. As the two pit bulls charged, Daryna got a line on one and put it down with a shot to the head. The other one leaped for Diamond's torso, but she was able to spin and deliver a solid boot to the head of the beast, sending it crashing into the wall. Before the dog could try to recover, she bashed the head once more with the butt end of her OT, knocking the dog into sweet oblivion for the time being. "You are lucky one," she said quietly as she moved closer to where Deegan was still struggling with the other dogs. Since her guns weren't really an option for fear of taking out the kid, she stuck with her non-lethal weapons and began trying to boot animals away from him. "Can handle yourself with these, or should I put you down with dogs?"

 

[Mr.Ivebeenframed]

Milli ran off as a cascade of fire bore down on the two of them. Drifter put his gun over the wall and fired blindly, hoping to keep their heads down as they were trying to do to him. Then fire came down from a window and Drifter ducked down again. He cursed beneath his breath, frustrated at third current position. Explosions rocked the apartment building once more but he was too preoccupied with being shot aft to notice. He was also too busy to notice a gangster with an Rpg position himself in the parking lot. When the fired stopped, Drifter poked his head out to see a rocket screaming towards them.

"RPG!" Drifter yelled out to Chloe. Time was short and the distance to the nearest piece of cover was too long. Drifter shielded Chloe from the explosion that soon followed. Shrapnel flew and a piece of it lodged itself in Drifter's vest. Luckily for Drifter, the only thing he felt was a mild burning sensation as opposed to gaping wounds. Before he could tear out the shrapnel, Drifter got back on his feet and drew his pistol, firing at the gangster who fired him at the first place. He hit the gang-banger square in the chest, knocking him down for the count.

"Hey, you alright?" Drifter asked nonchalantly.

 

[CrazyGirl17]

"Hey, wait up!" Chloe shouted, and moved to follow her, gunfire began to rain down on them, forcing the two to duck for cover, occasionally firing back.

"RPG!" Her companion shouted, and moved to cover her from the falling shrapnel. Are you okay?" He asked, and Chloe could only nod, amazed that anyone had move to protect her of all people. It was... a rather new experience for her.

 

[Pm0n3y]

"Can handle yourself with these, or should I put you down with dogs?" Before Deegan could answer, he hopped back, flashing a pistol as Ricky grappled Daryna from behind. "Tsk tsk tsk. Y'gotta be faster than that, bro." He replied, one of his trademark razors held at her neck. "Let her go." Deegan replied only to get a laugh and scoff in return.

"This guy...you really think you're in the right to be making threats here? How's 'bout you drop all ya weapons before I slice her pretty little neck." He clutched tighter. "Shit, I could just save myself the trouble and do it right now." As the lieutenant pondered, Deej exchanged glances with his partner. She had that look in her eye. Did she have a trick up her sleeve? "Alright, alright." He complied, holstering the 93 before kneeling, putting up his hands as a sign of surrender. "Hmph. Just another pussy." With his free hand, he pointed one of Diamond's guns at the boy.

[hr]

At the sounds of fighting occurring behind him, Matador could only turn around quick enough to barely see a little girl drop a canister at his feet. PAHM! The stun grenade exploded, the flash of light and sound easily disoriented the hulking fellow. "GRRAH!" In the time it took for him to shield his eyes, he could feel the ground below him weaken once more. And before he could fully recover, he crashed through another ceiling. Another dark, evacuated apartment.

"Guess I had my fun with the guy." He approached the apartment entrance, and put a boot to it, sending the door halfway down the hallway. "Guess I've found some new bulls to toy with." He made a quick message into his walkie-talkie. "The power's out in building one, in case you haven't noticed. If you value your life, you'll find a way to get it back on." As he approached the nearest staircase, a pack of dogs scampered towards him. "Food. That way." He pointed upstairs. As they raced up, he followed after them.

 

[Athol]

Rifle up, Milli slowly made her way across the third floor, keeping alert for potential ambushes. I need to get to the top before the emergency lights give out. She though. The last thing she wanted, was to stumble around blindly in the dark in a hostile environment.

She was passing the elevators when a faint noise caught her attention. Cautiously moving closer, she inspected two sets of doors. One set was obviously still in use, but do to the power cut, that shaft was offline...but curiously the other doors that were marked 'Out Of Order' seemed to be the source of the noise.

Taking a moment to make sure she wasn't going to be disturbed, she began hunting around for the emergency door release...every elevator had one. Subsequently finding the cover for the release buried under a layer of long forgotten notices that'd been pasted around the elevator, she pried to open with her new knife, then poked about inside the cover with said knife, checking for traps. Seeing that she didn't snag anything, and the wall didn't explode, she took the risk that the emergency door control hadn't been rigged. Slowly opening it she bleed the pneumatic outer door as quietly as she could, until the system stopped hissing.

The doors were counter-balanced slightly, so as the pressure holding them closed ebbed, they slid open a few inches. A column of light spilled into the hallway, and the noise increased significantly. Sheathing the knife, she pried to door open enough to stick her head into the shaft and have a look. Despite apparently being out of order, this shaft seemed very well light, and maintained; the noise turned out to be a generator running in the basement of the building, obviously running the elevator.

"Clever girl..." She muttered, as she took stock of her discovery. With this elevator cut off from the general public, she guessed it was probably over-ridden to drop all the way down to the maintenance area of the basement. Probably can get into the storm system from there, meaning by the time anybody breached her defences, she's long gone. Looking up and down quickly, she was relieved to see the elevator was still up at the top floor. She'd been wondering how she was going to navigate two floors of potential booby-traps, and who knows how many goons, before she found her target...but now she had a shortcut.

Forcing the door open enough for her to fit through, she made sure her weapons were stowed and secured tightly, before she reached out and climbed onto the maintenance ladder. Now let's just hope she doesn't use the elevator for a few minutes.

 

[figment of mind]

"GRRAH!"

Monica heard the crunch as the Matador fell through the floor into a lower apartment, half-blinded by her grenade. She peaked into the room to see most of the floor gone, starting to feel sorry for the poor sap who owned this apartment and it's new, impromptu skylight and trapdoor from hell. Still, she thought as she looked into the hole, the big dude was gone...for now, at least. Considering she didn't see his body, she was pretty sure he wasn't dead...but that could wait til later.

She backed up out of the room and looked around, trying to figure out where to go next, now that rocket dude was gone. She didn't have the chance to think too hard on it though, the sound of more dogs distracted her from that.

"Great. Hey Raul? Your ready to smack a few dogs around, right?"

 

[Ruedyn]

"Great. Hey Raul? Your ready to smack a few dogs around, right?"

"Would really rather not." Raul muttered, drawing his sledgehammer. His new doggy pal barks next to him, leaving Raul to wonder when the hell it managed to get his makeshift muzzle off. Oh well, doggy helper. Would it be better or worse to have the dog fight them instead?

"If you can take em, I'll take the guys?" Raul suggested.

 

[figment of mind]

"If you can take em, I'll take the guys?"

"Eh, alright." Monica said as she looked down, trying to figure out what would be best against a pack of dogs. Really, she didn't want to light the building on fire so incendiaries were out. Stun grenades ran the chance of accidentally stunning herself and Raul, similar to the regular grenades, except replace stun with injure. Really, it left her knife, which she seemed to have forgotten about in the chaos.

She drew it as the barking came nearer. In reality, she had no idea how to properly wield it but the morale boost it gave her was worth it. Besides, it couldn't hurt to have it out, right?

She could finally see the silhouettes of the dogs running up, right at the time that the lead one lunged at her. She ducked under it, grabbing it from underneath, and dropping, slamming it's head into the ground. As she was popping up, another dog attacked, trying to jump on her and pin her. She wildly slashed at it, cutting deep into it's forearm and driving it off. The next dog tried to run up and bite her, only to be met with the handle of the knife and a Double hammer strike to it's head, ending that quickly. Another dog attacked while she did that, latching onto one of the straps of her grenade satchels and scratching her back as it swung wildly. She fell backwards violently onto it, crushing it with the full force of her body and equipment.

She got up a bit slower after that, taking a few good breaths. The dogs, for their part, stayed back, seemingly wary about the girl who just took down four of them and injured a fifth. That fifth seemed to be licking it's slash wound, having retreated behind the others to do so. After a bit, one of the dogs ventured out, approaching Monica slowly. It tried to bite at her, not intending to hit her or even get near her...it received a kick to the head for it's trouble. After that the attack was back on as it jumped at her, snarling and biting.

She shuffled to the side before grabbing it's head in mid-bite and DDTing it. She then grabbed it's limp body by the hind legs and swung it in an arc, straight into another dog, sending it flying into the wall. She the dropped the body and ran into the other dog, slamming it into the wall again with her elbow, knocking it out. She turned and caught a dog in mid-leap, nearly getting bitten in the shoulder for the trouble. It started clawing at her, trying to injure her in some way...so she dropped it and punted it away. The slashed dog then came up again, running at her legs and trying to bite them. She dropped down upon it, elbow dropping onto it's back, before grabbing it by the tail and swinging it over head. She slammed it onto the other dog, knocking both out.

With the dogs taken care of she looked around to see what Raul was doing.

 

[NeoAC]

The second that Daryna felt that bumpy arm wrapping around her body and grabbing her hands, she knew she shouldn't have turned her back to the door. Not wit all Spanish idiots about. The kid tried to do something, but the man behind her had Diamond right where he wanted her, and the kid was complying with him. Should have shot in head before kneel... The kid was looking at her though, as if urging her to take matters into her own hands. Fine, I do this.

When the Spaniard tried to move her hand to force her into shooting the kid, that's when Daryna made her move. With the man's strength focused on forcing one hand to act, her right arm swung out, taking the razor blade with it. It didn't move much, but it was enough to let Diamond drop again and get away from the blade. Her arms were still bound, but Daryna was able to swing her head forward enough to ram it backwards as she fell, right into the man's testicles. He held onto the right arm but the left, the one which had the gun pointing at the kid let go as the man she assumed from the razor blade was Ricky recoiled. Opportunity seized, her elbow delivered a more potent blow to Ricky's rocks as this shot was enough to free her other arm. Once Rodriguez fell backwards, Daryna scrambled away to Deegan's side. Her guns remained drawn as Ricky laid out on the floor.

"Move," she told him, the forced accent back on in the presence of another Conkie. "'N I do to you...what I did...to fatty in tracksuit."