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

[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?"