As almost every other member of the
Red Team finds their way to the atrium, it becomes clear that the bloodbath is only going to grow.
Although, really, the only way one could call the scene occurring within the central atrium of The Inferno a "Bloodbath" would be if they were about 3 inches tall.
There really just isn't a lot of blood yet.
Maybe enough to fill like, a small gravy boat.
So clearly, people are not doing their jobs.
Being one of the few people who have successfully made an attack,
The Dude readies a second. He is secretly happy that his experience with immolated sports equipment is finally coming in handy outside matches of his self-invented game "Fireball". Almost ready to fire, he's briefly distracted by the appearance of the really-very-good-boy
Rex in the atrium.
[2 vs. 4] The ball fires off towards Rex, who...really just jumps up and
catches it in his mouth.
The brulee torch sits unused next to the bucket of tennis balls, clearly mocking
The Dude for his lapse in memory. What a dick.
Stan leaps into action, quite literally, as he decides doing a leaping-and-throwing attack against
The Goth is going to be his best option.
Not that he has a lot of options right now.
It's most likely that he just wanted to look cool.
[4 vs. 5] It turns out to be just a little too much, however, as the pair of scissors goes wide and embeds itself in the wall behind her. She looks back, as confused as Stan is about how a pair of safety scissors managed to do that much damage. She worries briefly, before realizing
Oh yeah, I have knives.
Frustrated by the lack of violence caused at least in part by him,
The Punk resorts to a cheap move, attacking the only person who's already been injured,
Fuze. Charging ahead recklessly, he brings his light bulbs down on Fuze's head and
[1 vs. 3] stops just before making contact.
He can't do it.
He's an anarchist, not a cheater. There's no way he'll kick someone when they're down, literally or metaphorically. Reigning himself to another turn without contact, he trudges back to the rear lines of the
Blue Team's formation.
The Prep squares up again, remembering the golf lessons her rich father paid for. It doesn't really help, since she only went to them because like, the instructor was like, suuuuuch a hunk yknow?
Anyway, she takes aim at
Rex, and watches as the ball soars through the air
[4 vs. 3] and smacks the dog in the snout, causing him to drop his tennis ball and causing a lot of pain in his nose. If he had situational awareness, he'd probably notice that
he was now bleeding.
Thankfully he doesn't, so after a moment of reactionary whimpering he goes back to being his happy ol' self.
Still relatively unnoticed in the back lines,
The Nerd is still focused furtively on her screen. She glances out onto the battlefield, and focuses her sight on
John. Gripping her device tightly to avoid dropping it again, she aggressively taps and looks up at the sky...
[6 vs. 4] ...just in time to see her drone,
a souped-up toy with a small chainsaw-like branch trimmer hanging down from it, swoop down from the roof,
slicing roughly through John's shoulder and throwing him to the ground! She quickly brings it back around her way, heading back up to the airspace above her to watch the fight continue, safe in sound in her little corner behind the rest of her team.
Fuze is hurtin'. Hurtin' enough to resort to divine powers. He prays to various gods, asking to be healed, and directing all of his internal power to regenerating (or at the very least sealing) his hand.
[2] But nothing happens. He continues to bleed, continues to be in pain.
But he's not done! Not even close! He refocuses his energy, closing his eyes and feeling his power grow, attempting to materialize an AK-12 in his hands, the saving grace that would put him back in the game. Maybe not the actual fight game, but his personal game, the one that kept him from just throwing in the towel and running away.
[4] Beyond all expectations, he feels something hard and vaguely gun-shaped fall into his hands. He opens his eyes to see...
This:
Along with
a large pouch of marbles. It's
heavy as shit. It's
not a firearm. But it's
something. Something he can use to fight.
Somewhere, two scientists breath a sigh of relief.
John is hurtin'. Bad. Not only that, but he's gained the attention of
The Goth, who has no qualms about kicking people while they're down, especially physically.
[4 vs. 2] Flinging a knife at the downed detective, he barely manages to shift his body around to catch the knife.
In his shoe.
Although since the knife has gone
right through the shoe, it might be more fitting to say he caught it with his foot.
John realizes he has two options: Either leave the knife in and spend the next little while crawling, or pull it out, stand up, and get a free knife.
He chooses the latter because hey,
free knife.
Inside Target, the lone non-fighting member of the
Red Team,
Dave Riggs continues to avoid combat at all costs. At the very least, if he can avoid fighting until he has what he needs to...well, not suck, then that'd be ideal, right?
He swings by the abandoned self-checkout, and sets up his
Inspiring Double-Feature at the supervision desk. Searching around some drawers, he finds
[6] a box cutter, and nearby he spots a large display of christmas lights!
Tearing down a couple ropes of warm-white fairy lights, he runs into some difficulties, as if the ropes are stuck somewhere just out of reach. After a couple of tugs, it starts looking like he's making progress...
Only for the gazebo the ropes were wrapped around to come tumbling down directly on top of the supervision desk, knocking the DVD player to the ground. With the ropes finally free, Dave rushes over to his setup to assess damages, but it's quite clear that the device is very slowly dying. The screen is cracked and flickering, and the disk seems to be making...well, noises a properly-working DVD player should never be making. It seems that it'll only last for about...oh,
one more turn?
Since it's still working for now, he gets to work stripping the wires. Hopefully, at least SOMETHING good can come out of this venture.
[4+2] After only about 2 minutes or so, it becomes clear that the box cutter he found is going to come in VERY handy, seeing as it's slicing through the covering like a hot knife through butter. Two more minutes later and he's got a set of three (3) perfectly-stripped ropes of fairy lights, and one (1)
DAMN sharp box cutter!
John is STILL hurtin'. But this time, he's hurtin'
and pissed as all hell. Pocketing the now-fairly bloody knife, he pulls out one of his bottles again, and limps as fast as he can towards
The Jock, who is busy fiddling with his lighter, getting ready to blow up some more hands. Winding up, he brings the bottle down
[6 vs. 3] directly on the side of his face, sending him tumbling to the ground, blood, beer, and broken glass flying in all directions. He clutches his lighter and the one firecracker he was readying tightly, but the rest go tumbling with him, landing at John's feet.
Hoo boy that was satisfying.
Rex doesn't really have any kind of grasp on the concept of revenge, so when he responds to the assault on his nose by
The Prep, he doesn't see it as an attack, but a friendly greeting.
[4 vs. 3] That's doesn't stop him from leaping directly on top of her and knocking her to the ground, slamming her head into the tiled floor in the process. It's clear she's had
the wind knocked out of her, and that her
head hurts like crazy right now. It doesn't seem to be bleeding at all, but Rex is licking her face, which is almost just as annoying.
Off in the corner,
The Nerd sneezes about 5 times in a row. She glares at Rex. It seems she might be
allergic to dogs, or at the very least Rex.
The Jock looks hurt. Not just physically, considering he's like, REALLY hurt physically right now.
He's been hit with more than just a beer bottle. He's been hit with the realization that, despite what he's lived his life thinking, he is not invincible.
And now this douchebag of a detective is just standing over him,
bleeding on him.
What a dick.
But he realizes he is in no position to take out someone with the higher ground. He needs to make a last ditch effort to hurt the
Red Team.
[4 vs. 6] He lights the firecracker in his hand, and chucks it towards Lulu. It lands at her feet, an attack she responds to by punting the small bomb into the fountain down the hall. There's no boom. Just a sad splash and a fizzle.
Lulu, having just arrived holding a large , is already holding her own, and she knows it. She immediately singles out the toughest looking dude on the
Blue Team, The Punk, and flings a biscuit at him.
[3 vs. 6] It bounces harmlessly off his forehead. He seems confused at most.
Clearly it would have worked better if
Rex wasn't already busy greeting other people.
Oops that was a lil bit. Midterms eh?
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