trans_9 | Under Seige

DUncan was also caught in the horde. He had been swinging as much as he could, almost blindly with his sword. He'd heard the cries for help and had been attempting to help the person. The fingers had loosed his armor, and he really wasn't exactly sure *what* happened before he passed out. He'd be up and around again in a few minutes but only if the zombies left off long enough for his body to heal...

"Hey we need a medic!!" Jo yelled as she fired a few shots at the zombies who were trying to vlw their way through the door.

Smiling slightly, she quickly reloaded her gun and glanced over at Claire. "This would be more fun if people weren't actually getting hurt."

Sparhawk had thought that he was as ready as he could be. But the enemy that approached the barricades in that shambling fashion were not something that he had faced before. He had seen ghosts, and he had heard the stories of the Styrics being able to animate corpses, but he had not thought to face them, and in such numbers.

His rifle let off a shrill whistle with each shot fired, and knowing his own limitations, Sparhawk shot at the centre of the bodies, sending spike after spike into the hoard. It wasn't until the others started to identify the creatures, and the way to kill them, that Sparhawk changed his aim.

The rifle was discarded for the moment, and the crossbow cocked. Quarrel after quarrel was sent through the gap in the boards at which he stood. Most of them missed the head, but landed in other body parts. Rotting arms were torn from decayed shoulders, and somehow he managed to pin one of the legs of one of the walking dead to the wall it was passing. A few shots were the headshots that were needed.

As the hoard grew too close for any ranged weapons, Sparhawk lowered his visor, and drew his broadsword, moving to the area that looked like it most needed a man in armour to decapitate some dead things.

Claire returned Jo's smile with a grim one of her own, ducking back from the window she was shooting grenades out of to reload the six-shooter, switching to her handgun briefly to clear the window out of scrabbling claws.

"Personally I could do without the zombies," and the people getting injured, but right now she was trying to focus on not letting anything get any closer. Holstering her smaller gun again she brings the grenade launcher up again, sighting a group through her scope.

"I am so," SHUNK-BOOM "sick," SHUNK-BOOM "of #^&@ing," SHUNK-BOOM "zombies!"

"Never had to deal with zombies where I'm from," Jo yelled over the noise of everything. No, zombies are nothing more than things for movies and video games... ~~And this? This is waaaaaaaaaaay better than a video game.~~

She aims again, firing at a zombie and grinned as it's head exploded into a pile of goo.

[[ ooc: blargh, this is so late ]]

Obi-Wan let go of the door with a groan of relief and a grateful nod towards Billy. There wasn't time to rest, however, and so the Jedi was already moving towards the melee zone before he'd quite drawn himself back into some semblance of order.

He'd had never seen such a thing, the shambling, snarling, unsentient army that stood before them and soon was well within range. Putrid bodies pressed into an ululating, groaning pack, prompting Obi-Wan to ignite his weapon in a dangerous cht-zzh of power. He didn't bother to verbally warn Leon or anyone else what he was about to do: it was obvious. The forerunners of the battlefield were slavering, ragged things, dripping with ichor and gobbets of relatively fresh meat, and the Jedi found his way clear to charge in where he'd be most useful.

He took his first neatly at the neck, bisecting it from it's face without looking at it, already focused on the next target. Legs, then head, another gone, Obi-Wan fell into the rhythm of it, weaving blue death around himself in the arcing line of lightsaber's humming fire. Soresu was well suited to this mode of combat, it's 'impenetrable defense' lopping off as many hands as heads to stave off the grasping horde.

Before he knew it, he had worked a little too far into the fray, and was surrounded. But he wasn't afraid. Longer battles had been fought, and he had the stamina, and trust in the Force. Obi-Wan Kenobi fought on.

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