Reign of Destruction

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By this point, the Ohm had spread all across the planet.

Destruction spread throughout the cities of Zokez II. There were evacuees that still needed to escape. People that needed saving.

It was time for the crew to do what they did best.

[ooc: Sub-plots! Check here before tagging.]

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[morphitudinous]

"Affirmative," he answered, realizing that she'd never seen this morphed form before. At least she hadn't thought he was another monster. They could concentrate on saving the people.

"How are you with weapons? I have a spare laser gun," he offered over the carnage, moving low to dodge a slice at his torso and using that position to toss the creature from below. That acid spilling from it appeared to be corrosive. He was lucky enough to wield a reinforced weapon that wouldn't crumble, but protecting himself was another story.

It seemed like everyone else was lucky enough to have massive sweeping attacks. They'd have to do this the old fashioned way.

[slainrobots.livejournal.com]

She swings past him on the way to throw a flailing, wailing Grunt to its death via weakened skeletal structure and heavy impact with concrete. While passing, she smirks at him, saying "Nice suit," just before tossing the Ohm and following to kick another in the face.

She makes a moue of distaste at the mention of laser guns, and is about to shake her head and say "Thanks, but no thanks," but she is reminded at the last moment of their situation when she has to duck very quickly out of a very tight spot comprised of two Grunts advancing from opposite sides, looking very murderous indeed.

"Yeah, that'd be great, actually," she puffs, sliding into Billy's circle of Grunts with a venomous glare at the aliens.

[morphitudinous]

The problem was always with his uniform, wasn't it? If so many people thought they were tacky-looking, how on earth had Kimberly considered hers cool?

Back to more important matters, he carefully passed the Blade Blaster over to Yoshimi. "It's pretty simple. The trigger's---" Just barely rolled out of the way of an attack there. Grunting, he threw the Ohm off and sliced it on its way out. "---just below the barrel. It can fire a continuous beam and can cut the legs off."

Oh, this would take a while. He gasped as one tore into his back (not too deeply, thank goodness) and used the opportunity to stab behind him while he pulled out. There, that wasn't too terrible.

It could only get worse.

[slainrobots.livejournal.com]

Well, hey, Yoshimi can't talk--her gun has flowers engraved on it. And her cat has pink splotches. There's no accounting for taste.

Eyeing the gun skeptically, she sidesteps a series of swipes and drops low to knock the legs out from under a Grunt. Finding the trigger, she fires and slices those same legs off, nodding appreciatively at the firepower. Not the worst laser gun she's encountered, and since it has nothing to do with GlobeTech, she's slightly less offended by it.

She glances behind her sharply at his gasp, watching the alien fall from that stab. Obviously she isn't doing a very good job with this teamwork thing if he just got hit, so she darts behind him, shifting her eyes in his direction. You watch my back, I'll watch yours the shift in position says, as she figures she can kill stuff without leaving him too open to attack.

"You okay?" She manages to sound concerned as she fries a few more legs off.

[morphitudinous]

He nods, knowing what that posture means. At least the wound wasn't too deep.

"I'm all right. I had a broken arm just a half hour ago, so this is comparatively minor." Jab, swipe, knockback. The pattern was establishing itself nicely, but he lacked a weapon to make any real progress with. It was frustrating, and his only option was to simply work faster.

[slainrobots.livejournal.com]

Zap, roundhouse kick, decapitate. She slips through a Grunt's legs, breaking its spine with a carefully placed stomp.

"Ah, well, that's good. I guess," she responds, resurfacing and knocking another highly offensive alien bastard away.

"Shit, we need some explosives. Or one of those weird magic people. Or something." In other words "This is not working."

[morphitudinous]

"Agreed. But I don't think I can make one here---"

They're too packed against the wall. Help is needed fast, and he knows it. Wait---out of the corner of his visor's vision span, he sees a convenient pile of barrels labeled 'flammable' next to what was once the ambulance loading zone.

"Shoot those," he suggests with a point, using the other hand to push back while he mounts a kick attack.