(Open to All) Lara Croft and the Valkyr, Key to Everything

[Jhago Wulf]

With the arrival of the last batch of zombies came the departure of one of his "allies." He used the term loosely seeing as she destroyed his only means of transportation; he'd be stuck here without commandeering someone else's ride. Why the hell she'd chosen to decimate his car, and who she even was, was still a mystery. His only clues were the combat armor she'd been wearing, and now it was too late to ask her any questions. He looked around and spotted an approaching wraith-like monster of a man approaching his right side.

With a quick upward palm thrust he stunned the man, then he grabbed the creature's head. Jhago twisted counter clockwise with both arms and was satisfied by the crunching sound he heard when he broke the being's spine. Now limp, he dropped his musket and Jhago picked it up. Jackson had already spent all his revolver's bullets on the horde and was now firing a musket like he was about to. The werewolf returned to the wreckage of the burning car, spotting Lara firing bolts at a sniper. With the loss of the sniper's nest it appeared they had a moment to recouperate after taking down the last of the zombie walkers in the area.

There weren't that many of them, he noticed, now that the threat of the giant zombie monster had been slain it appeared as if their enemy had lost significant morale, despite the opposing side's diminished members. Despite what he just saw in regards to numbers, Jhago was astounded that they just kept getting up aftter being eviscerated, stabbed, and beaten by his fists. It was time for a change of pace. Jhago spied the plasma sniper in another window, and smiled. He wanted that gun. He leapt over the vehicle adroitly, marveling at how easy it was now that he had his own personal stache of omnilium. In a moment the black beast was charging towards the sniper's nest at 30 miles, his body low to the ground to avoid more bullets which whirred past his head. The creature was a good shot, he'd give him that, but nobody could touch him in terms of speed. Except maybe sonic, but he used super-speed shoes, so he counted that as cheating.

The wolfman's vibrams sank into the ground as he approached the church's sniper nest, and he vaulted. The man soared through the air, easily jumping through the window and crashing into the sniper just as he was about to aim at Jak. The gun went off as he entered the building and the remainder of the window was shattered as he plonked into the gunman, his sand-covered mane knocking the plasma rifle to the ground.

And then it happened, again. He was losing his wolf at the worst times before, but now at least he had an advantage. Rapidly, he detransformed and became human again, but he made a daring leap towards the gun on the ground as the other man tried desperately to fling himself at it. They struggled for a minute as the sound of church bells drew to a close as, he guessed, someone else took notice. Finally, Jhago wrestled control of the gun and promptly shot the man in the face, killing him in a matter of three shots or so. He had to admit their regeneration abilities were astounding, but this one wasn't like the rest. He was geared up as if he was about to go digging. He ignored that fact for now; Lara could figure out if that mattered later on. Examining the nest's remnants he found broken glass and a host of ammunition. He picked up the belt clip and shoulder strap the man had been wearing (but not using?) and donned them quickly. Knocking came at the door before it was flung open.

Time to get shootin'.

He shot the person at the door, a woman, and rushed through the opening. Apparently, it led to the bell chamber, and apparently three more people with guns were standing there, looking at him. He was lucky he already had his gun in firing position; they were quick on the draw but not quick enough to be saved. He shot them, knowing he wouldn't hear any more church bells for some time--so long as nobody else was in the building. Looking back at this room's entrance, he felt remorse for the woman who hadn't been holding a weapon but knew it was a part of warfare. Still, her blood was on his hands. He prayed for her afterlife to be a good one.