06-23-2016, 12:50 PM
“Madre de dios!”
Carmelita’s cry of shock after the red and black coloured man had called after her prompted Amber to turn around as well. Both of them stood still for a moment, scarcely standing to believe their eyes as dead bodies stumbled into view around the wreckage of the plane, attacking those around them.
Carmelita didn’t know whether she was going to run or move to attack. Dealing with the occult was something she had had bad experiences with, from Chinese undead to dark spirits to voodoo. There was a moment she might have made a run for it, with no obvious villain to take down and a crowd of horrific corpses dragging themselves across the sand.
Amber moved, drawing her weapon from her back.
“We have to help!” cried the Faunus, taking aim and firing the first shot at the undead. Carmelita snapped back to the moment, drawing her shock pistol.
“Understood. Stay at a distance.”
She began firing, balls of electricity crackling as they hit the zombies in sight. Mild static and jerking limbs led to several of the front runners falling over, scrabbling with their limbs before a quick burst from Amber’s rifle stilled their movements, bodies broken apart from the impacts.
They advanced cautiously as the sounds of fighting rose from where they had buried the majority of the bodies. The red and black masked man had drawn swords and run out of sight beyond the wreckage, and so the two only had the occasional scream of rage or pain to guide them. As they passed the partially submerged section, two bodies dragged themselves from the surf and leapt at them from behind.
Four ears twitched in synchrony and the two whirled to meet the attack. Amber blocked a clawing hand with her gun as it began shifting and whirring, whilst Carmelita took several gashes on her forearms before sweeping with a leg and catching the aggressor by the arm. With her shock pistol still in hand, she couldn’t grab at a pair of Fisti-Cuffs, and instead settled for pulling the corpse into an armlock.
Amber, meanwhile, decapitated her zombie with her impressive greatsword. Turning to Carmelita, she proceeded to do the same to the immobilised zombie she held.
“Are you okay?”
“The wounds aren’t too deep, I’ll bind them later,” Carmelita said, eyeing the bloody lines beneath her fur with a calculating gaze.
Amber looked at her with a raised eyebrow, but nodded and shifted her sword back into a gun. Carmelita thought for a moment before activating her cloak. As she faded from view, she spoke to Amber.
“I’m going to scout for you, I don’t have anything that will put these things down quickly.”
Wide eyed, the faunus girl simply nodded. Carmelita proceeded to stride out and look around, before returning and speaking.
“There’s a lot of them out there, six by the sea and a lot more in a mob near the graves. A good dozen or so are coming out of the plane. Several close quarters fights, steer clear of those for now. I’ll watch your back and decloak if I need to deal with something. Ready?”
The cat faunus nodded, a glint in her eye, and the two of them ran forward, ready to fight.
Carmelita’s cry of shock after the red and black coloured man had called after her prompted Amber to turn around as well. Both of them stood still for a moment, scarcely standing to believe their eyes as dead bodies stumbled into view around the wreckage of the plane, attacking those around them.
Carmelita didn’t know whether she was going to run or move to attack. Dealing with the occult was something she had had bad experiences with, from Chinese undead to dark spirits to voodoo. There was a moment she might have made a run for it, with no obvious villain to take down and a crowd of horrific corpses dragging themselves across the sand.
Amber moved, drawing her weapon from her back.
“We have to help!” cried the Faunus, taking aim and firing the first shot at the undead. Carmelita snapped back to the moment, drawing her shock pistol.
“Understood. Stay at a distance.”
She began firing, balls of electricity crackling as they hit the zombies in sight. Mild static and jerking limbs led to several of the front runners falling over, scrabbling with their limbs before a quick burst from Amber’s rifle stilled their movements, bodies broken apart from the impacts.
They advanced cautiously as the sounds of fighting rose from where they had buried the majority of the bodies. The red and black masked man had drawn swords and run out of sight beyond the wreckage, and so the two only had the occasional scream of rage or pain to guide them. As they passed the partially submerged section, two bodies dragged themselves from the surf and leapt at them from behind.
Four ears twitched in synchrony and the two whirled to meet the attack. Amber blocked a clawing hand with her gun as it began shifting and whirring, whilst Carmelita took several gashes on her forearms before sweeping with a leg and catching the aggressor by the arm. With her shock pistol still in hand, she couldn’t grab at a pair of Fisti-Cuffs, and instead settled for pulling the corpse into an armlock.
Amber, meanwhile, decapitated her zombie with her impressive greatsword. Turning to Carmelita, she proceeded to do the same to the immobilised zombie she held.
“Are you okay?”
“The wounds aren’t too deep, I’ll bind them later,” Carmelita said, eyeing the bloody lines beneath her fur with a calculating gaze.
Amber looked at her with a raised eyebrow, but nodded and shifted her sword back into a gun. Carmelita thought for a moment before activating her cloak. As she faded from view, she spoke to Amber.
“I’m going to scout for you, I don’t have anything that will put these things down quickly.”
Wide eyed, the faunus girl simply nodded. Carmelita proceeded to stride out and look around, before returning and speaking.
“There’s a lot of them out there, six by the sea and a lot more in a mob near the graves. A good dozen or so are coming out of the plane. Several close quarters fights, steer clear of those for now. I’ll watch your back and decloak if I need to deal with something. Ready?”
The cat faunus nodded, a glint in her eye, and the two of them ran forward, ready to fight.