[he yells at nothing in particular but please!!! but io has been freed, so it's time to run. charles will help him get back on his feet/move if need be but uh LET'S GO PROBABLY]
[ shoma shoots his shot and the thing recoils a moment as it strikes it right in the eye of one of its faces. a gush of pus and blood slides forward as it stumbles a bit, oozing off the edge of the steps, thrown off balance. but because it's liquidy... yeah. yeah it's just oozing like oobleck. thankfully it seems to be stunned for a second.
io's fine, he'll get up on his own, metal leg sliding the ooze but he's fine, just burnt a bit, his suit melted in some places. he fires at the beast on the stairs once more to give shoma time to be helped up so they can fucking book it. the beasts are both... not exactly stunned, but they seem to be pausing in their actions, wavering. moaning, shuddering. the area trembles again, dusty concrete beginning to tumble downwards faster, filling the room with dust that clings to the muck and blood. the beast is struck with a few errant chunks, some big, some small.
and that seems to but you all time... to get going into the only exit left: the maw of a hallway that is slowly becoming fragile as well, fractures becoming apparent. io yells: ]
We're doing something! [ nice. he is probably never going to shoot this well again, and he's not even waiting to see what happens when the fountain of pus and blood erupts from this thing. io's fine, charles, is fine, and the area they're in is very much not fine. with both creatures temporarily stalled he's up and he's booking it to join them.
we're moving! we are all absolutely moving to head down the hall where the others are, and he's only pausing to make sure charles and io are behind him. onward! ]
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[he yells at nothing in particular but please!!! but io has been freed, so it's time to run. charles will help him get back on his feet/move if need be but uh LET'S GO PROBABLY]
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io's fine, he'll get up on his own, metal leg sliding the ooze but he's fine, just burnt a bit, his suit melted in some places. he fires at the beast on the stairs once more to give shoma time to be helped up so they can fucking book it. the beasts are both... not exactly stunned, but they seem to be pausing in their actions, wavering. moaning, shuddering. the area trembles again, dusty concrete beginning to tumble downwards faster, filling the room with dust that clings to the muck and blood. the beast is struck with a few errant chunks, some big, some small.
and that seems to but you all time... to get going into the only exit left: the maw of a hallway that is slowly becoming fragile as well, fractures becoming apparent. io yells: ]
Sure fucking are—
[ aaaaaa ]
Let's move! Now!
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we're moving! we are all absolutely moving to head down the hall where the others are, and he's only pausing to make sure charles and io are behind him. onward! ]
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