Samuel watched the creature snarl at him warily, speaking into the comm to check something with the others. If they found this thing, others might of found something similar.
"Hey guys, this is Samuel. Anyone else being attacking by weird black monster things?"
"Um, no. Not as such, no.""B-black monsters? Get the h-hell away from them unless you want to become one of them. The shots c-came from your position, r-right? Those things don't die if you hit the head, so there's no p-point in shooting them."Well, Randall seems to know a bit about these things! Harvey asks a pertinent question regarding their current situation.
"The thing is damned fast we ain't out running it. How the hell do we put it down?""M-Maul it beyond recognition. B-Beat the hell out of it hoping that it can't m-move its limbs anymore, I can only t-think of that. And get away from the black smoke, it makes you one of t-them."One of the two might of said more, but they were distracted. Namely, the creature has decided to stop resting on its haunches. It lunged forward at the closer of the two, Samuel, its arm already curled and prepped for a strike. The conductor tried to jump out of the way, but right before he could reach freedom the monster clipped him with its bulk. Off-balance and trying not to wind up sprawled on the floor, Samuel didn't have time to do anything about the arm flying his way.
The multi-handed appendage crashed into the man with an audible, wet thud. It wrapped around the conductor as a snake would coil around its prey, and with a forceful movement from the thing, Samuel and the arm smashed into a nearby counter, then wall. Large bloody splotches were at the signs of impact, and each was followed by the terrible noise of something breaking. The creature withdrew its arm from the barely upright figure that was Samuel, the man trying to remain standing despite his wounds.
He wasn't succeeding from the looks of it, and the blood didn't aid to the look that he might be alright.
The creature held a smug look on its dual-human faced head, turning to face
Harvey. To see Harvey look at the creature back down the sights of the rifle, aimed directly at it. There was a loud crack followed by the sizzle of rapid electric discharge, the rifle jerking up due to recoil but its shot was true. The monster stumbled backwards as it regards the large hole where it used to have flesh in its torso, dull shock present on both of its human faces. It trips over its own feet and pitches backwards. It smacked into the wall with a hard thud and slid slowly down to the ground, a black smear trailing behind it.
It doesn't move, its eyes losing focus and glazing over, still keeping that look of surprise.
Assault (): [3]
Dodge (Samuel): [3]
Endurance [3]
Ranged Assault [6!(; 3) + 1 = 7]
Dodge () [3 - 1 = 2
Freddie was just about to get to work before his comm crackled to life and a voice came from it.
"Hey guys, this is Samuel. Anyone else being attacking by weird black monster things?"
That's... A very oddly specific-yet-vague question.
"Um, no. Not as such, no."There's some more chatter on the line, and a dire warning from Randall about these monsters. Well, seems everyone knows about these things or something. When did they get a gun? Ah well, Freddie turns his hand back to the creation at hand.
He walks up to one of the desks and inspects it, wondering if he should just go for a specific plan of action in its removal before just deciding to bash it off. Using his mace, the first leg just bent instead of breaking off, becoming unusable shortly afterwards. Hm. The next leg on the desk proves just as irritating, breaking off this time but much too short and was more fragmented than not. The third however was a mild success, it breaking off more-or-less cleanly.
Retrieving the cloth was even more difficult however. With no blade at hand, Freddie attempts to tear a section off with his hand but couldn't find a purchase. After futility attempting for a while, he even tried his teeth to at least make a hole to work on but just wound up getting a dreadful taste of dust in his mouth. A moment of thought later however, Freddie goes at it with the fragmented leg of the desk, and finds an easier time of it. It isn't very conductive to good cuts though, and more often than not the end result is frayed and questionably usable, but torches don't have high standards.
Now, where's that oil...
"Yo Freddie, I got some oil here."Ah, there it is. Freddie takes the oil off of Frogdo's hand and begins to make a torch! It can't be that hard after all, just wrapping one of these pieces of fabric around an end, right?
***
Freddie regarded the his creation. It's a torch. Kind of. Sorta. The 'torch' was a leg of one of the desks, completely wrapped in couch fabric, and rather soaked in the oil, giving it a more-or-less black appearance. Freddie isn't entirely sure when nor why he had the idea to completely wrap it in the fabric, nor why he should of used so much of the oil for a single one. Nor also why he didn't realize his hand was still holding it when he completely wrapped it, tying his hand to it.
Thankfully the last problem wasn't difficult to fix, his hand not tied nearly as tight to it as thought. With a bit of effort and shaking, his hand was freed from the oily rags, although rather black from the oil itself. Well, a torch is a torch is a torch, right?
Torch Creation (Freddie): [1]
Removing Fingers (Freddie): [4]
Randall thanked Wilmer for scaring off the hoload, glad that business sorted itself out.
"T-Thanks, for that. I-I don't know what is dangerous and what isn't anymore. I-I will make the door open.""Man, how long have you guys been down there? My advice, just shoo the damn holoads away. Anyway, just make that door open so we can be away from whoever is using that gun. Either its some dumb ass who is wasting rounds, and we should go before they attracts something that will kill them, or some poor bastard who needs those bullets, and we should really get fucking going."Before Randall could however, he got a buzz over the comms.
"Hey guys, this is Samuel. Anyone else being attacking by weird black monster things?"
Well, that explains the gunshots.
"Hold on, m-my partners are talking to me."Wilmer merely grumbled in annoyance, kicking a stray rock and staring at a wall to try to take his mind off of the gunfire outside, but it's obviously making him nervous.
Randall spoke over the comm after hearing who he figured was Freddie speak. He relayed what he learned from Wilmer to the others about the creatures, hoping it will be helpful. Harvey spoke afterward, and he tried to answer his question the best he could. Shortly after his advice however, he heard another crack resound outside.
"Dammit! Man, bullets aren't cheap you know, how many shots was that now? Four? What in the hell are they trying to fucking kill?!"