"See? S'easy."Frogdo nabs the headlight off the ground and hands it over to Freddie, giving the man his prize. Frogdo followed up the gift with a good question though, and Freddie relayed a similarly good answer.
"Now whatcha wanting that thing for?""Maybe we can make a lamp out of this thing if we find a battery to attach it to. Hm. Or maybe we can just make a torch out of available supplies."Freddie, having described his idea, went on a search for any fabric, sticks, or oil. His search for oil turned up little, neither the garage nor the office building revealed any of the black gold to him for the taking. Really, the place is pretty well searched by now so he supposes its not too much of a surprise.
However, he easily found fabric and sticks. The desks have long legs that can probably be broken off with a bit of brute force, and enough that even if there was a failure or two there's enough that he can probably work up a modest supply. The couches, while dusty and old, were still cloth and could probably be used well for the making of an old fashioned torch.
Frogdo aided in the man's search, taking his new eye to the surroundings. It was rather well searched from the looks of it, but he was determined to find something. The desk held nothing, the couches even less however, but the garage gave him good results. Underneath the car Frogdo noticed a small black spot in the shadows, and upon further investigations found its source. A small canister of oil was inside the carrier frame, inside one of the empty spots and not visible from the outside.
Randall hurriedly stood up and backed away from the dog, a hand of his gripping the hilt of a knife as he stared the whimpering dog down. It continued to hide in the corner, peaking out after a moment to see if the gunshot would be repeated.
Wilmer was about to say something before he was cut off with another gun shot that announced itself from down the street.
"Dammit, can we just get in the fucking bunker before whoever firing that gun has the idea to come here?! If the thing bothers you so much, here."The balding man stepped up to the dog, now huddled in the corner again, and stamped his foot next to it.
"Come on, get outta here, we aren't buying whatever the hell your selling! Shoo, get outta here before I block you!"The dog jumped at the shouts and fled from the building, tail between its legs.
"Damn holo-ads. Swear, first sign this place went in the shitter was when the council let any dumb ass business let their AR ads roam free. Can't a man walk the streets in peace without being accosted by twenty different ads playing in his eyes?"
The creature gnashed its teeth silently as it its eyeless mouth stared in his direction, the faces on opposite sides of his head glaring at him from the corners of their eyes. Then it turned its attention to Samuel, and swung at him with its grasping arm.
The swing was slow and low, but it didn't need to be fast to catch someone unaware, the whip-like limb striking him in the chest and digging in with its claws and spikes. The hands grabbed whatever hold they could on the poor conductor, their fingers digging into his flesh, before being ripped away violently. Blood splattered the floor and coated its arm as it gave a toothy grin at the man.
Samuel himself decided he wanted something to grin about too however. His nice attire ripped and quickly getting bloody, the man disregarded his wounds and gave the creature a clear idea of what he thought of the attack. Flipping the monstrosity the bird, he charged. His first knife raced towards its chest, but instead found its mark in one of its four shoulders as the creature failed to move out of the way. The metal sunk in and tore open another wound.
His second knife came in as its twin found its mark, the monster tried to dodge but couldn't get far with the knife being held in its shoulder. The blade bit into its stomach and was twisted up, the creature shivering as more of its insides were exposed to the air. Samuel backed off, content with his handiwork, having given the black monstrosity a reason to snarl now.
Harvey moved further away from the melee, his eyes watching the small floating screen on the back of the gun. Its lime green interface shown dimly as a four proudly presented what was left in the magazine, and a small bar quickly rose next to it before being replaced with a green check mark, the gun ready to fire again. Harvey held the but of the rifle to his shoulder and looked down the sights, taking his target in the sights, but Samuel kept weaving in and out during his brawl with the monstrosity.
He found the best shot he could take and pulled the trigger, another loud bark from the muzzle of the gun retorted its response to the entire situation. The shot missed by a mere amount, the creature turning hit into a near miss by shifting at the last moment. Another hole was placed in the wall to shed more light in the room, and the creature once again divided its attention to the two of them, snarling at the both of them.
Assault (
): [2]
Dodge (Samuel): [1]
Dual Assault (Samuel): [5 - 1 = 4]
Dodge (): [4]
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Dual Assault (Samuel): [5 - 1 = 4]
Dodge (): [3]
Ranged Assault (Harvey): [2 + 1 - 1 = 2]
Dodge (): [4 - 1 = 3]
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