CONVOY

[greatcleavage]

who: Everyone who wanted to come on the expedition Roy is arranging!
what: A community is failing. We're going to save them. ROLL OUT.
when: 4/10-4/12 (or thereabouts)
where: The Quarantine to the ravine and back again
warnings: ?



((OOC: No tag orders, they just keep threads from getting done. Feel free to NPC monsters or run with your own ideas! Also, sorry for how late this was, it was a bad week.))

Comments

[toolatetochangethename]

"Hey, I'm not even trying!" He just naturally IS that witty, but thanks for noticing that he's hilarious. He's totally remembering that.

Scott has one advantage over everyone else here--he's TINY right now, and even if the wolf things try to attack him, they're going to have a hard time seeing him, much less getting him.

One disadvantage of being small, and having no damn ants (Antony, where are you when he needs you!?) is that everything is so damn far away. "Stop getting hit so far away from me!" Because, hey if he's going to play the rescuing hero type, he's gonna have to unshrink, and that removes his advantage entirely. SURPRISE, Instant Ant!

[greatcleavage]

"You know, I would love to know the history between you two someday."

Roy had no fancy acrobatics or tricks in his arsenal, no jumping or size changes or any such thing. His style was simple, clean, and undeniably effective: brutal sword blows delivered with maximum efficiency. The starmetal sword, in Roy's capable hands, had enough strength that it lopped clean through a tree trunk on the backswing, and as a wolf scrambled out of the way of the collapsing wood, Roy hammered his sword into it clean to the hilt.

"One down."

[unmakeme]

"I'm not getting hit," Natasha snaps back, sprinting after the creature and waiting for it to turn back to try and take another snap at her. This time, her baton lands in just the spot she's aiming for, and she vaults up and over the twitching body as it crashes to the ground. "Two down!"

She turns, reassesses the situation, takes off in another direction, all in the blink of an eye. "And there is no history. A footnote, maybe. Onion! On your left!" There's no wolf currently close enough to give her any satisfying nose to nose brawl, but they're still outnumbered. Natasha holsters a baton and unholsters a gun in the same movement, two shots bringing down the one closest to her. "Three down! Anybody hurt?"

[oniondaughter]

By this point, Sieglinde has picked herself up from the tangle with the previous fire wolf, and planted her feet firmly on the ground.

"Wh- how rude! I have a name, you know!"

She heeds Natasha's warning, though, lifting her shield and meeting another lunging beast with the full weight of her armor - the large metal spike in her shield driving into the thing before she drives the tip of her sword into its neck.

"Four."

[unmakeme]

"Your name is long and easily lost in ambient noise. Onion is two syllables of sharp, punchy sound." She doesn't point out that Sieg knew she was talking about her, so obviously it works as a nickname. Also, sorry kid, but until you take off that helmet around Natasha for some real length of time, you're the onion. That's just how this works.

"Lang, maybe now isn't the best time to have it take you ten minutes to move two inches. Roy, how you holding up?"