The Last Voyages: IC Inbox

[worthallthis]

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[worthallthis]

[B drops to a crouch behind the ladies, ready to fire between them and to Steve's left as needed.

The current swarm is three of the dog-sized ones and one of the human-sized ones, all loping towards them. He's keeping an ear out behind them, too, in case they're about to be boxed in.]

[punched_hitler]

[Steve tenses, calculating as the targets close in, deciding,] I'll take the big one. You pick off the other ones.

[He'd like to just throw the shield, but he's technically supposed to be covering the other three, so he doesn't. The dog-sized ones are faster, anyway.

So instead, he lets the big guy get closer to give the others time to aim, waiting until the last minute and then sprinting forward, bum-rushing the monster and crashing into it with the flat of the shield - and all his weight behind it - to send it flying. It's not going to do more than daze it, probably, but at least it opens things up a little again.]

[cactusy]

[Shaw's gut tells her that they'd be better off taking out the dogs first - the dogs that are faster, smaller, and easier to kill - before focusing their combined efforts on the bigger, slower, more invulnerable threat. It tells her that letting Steve handle any of this on his own would be a crappy move for a teammate to pull.

But he has super strength, she reminds herself. And she doesn't.

And so she doesn't argue. She shoots several times at the rightmost dog, not quite killing it dead but at least sending it sprawling to the ground.]

[never_francesca]

[She braces herself for what she knows is coming, which is the sudden charge of another one. The dog thing that charges forward runs directly into the spear, rearing back and screaming as it comes to an abrupt halt. She grunts at the impact, clawed paws of the creature reaching for her. Drawing the Webley, she fires a full brace into the creature, letting it slump down, trying to shake the incipient corpse free.]

[worthallthis]

[B helps with that, leaning around her to literally slice the body away with his Bill-killing knife blade, then firing the rifle dead center into the open flower-like mouth of the last dog-thing, sending it stumbling and then collapsing. Shaw's isn't dead, but it'll be easy to dispatch, leaving just the big guy.]

[punched_hitler]

[The big guy doesn't stay down for long. And it's not happy. It roar-screams, scrabbling back up into a standing position, though the wall behind it has dented a bit, making it a bit hard for it to get to its feet. It totters, just a little, but is definitely not down for the count.

Steve backs up toward the group again, not because he's scared but because he's still intent on covering them.] I'll do it again, buddy, [he warns, but mostly he's just giving time for the other three to aim their weapons at the last remaining target.]

Let's see how this one feels about bullets, or if it likes to do things the hard way.