The Road Warriors

[Harlow]

"Great, a leader. Or should I say "Thou shalt have the right to bitch". At least he's capacitated"

Steele headed to the ram. "Gimme the keys and open a space for my truck." then to Fenris. "I'll be ready to go with you 10 minutes at most"

[Fira-Astrali]

Steele nodded at Fenris, then turned away from the group and headed out, making tracks back to her bike. He walked along dusty alleys and corridors alone, wary of any dangers. After he was completely certain there was no one else around, he reached up and pulled off his helmat, revealing features that were anything but masculine.

"He" pushed long, dark grey hair out of her face and breathed in deep breaths of fresh air -- well, fresher air than what had long gone stale in her helmat. She tucked it under her arm and meandered along, thinking about the situation she had found herself in. This job, if done well, would give her more than enough cash for her to live on, and maybe enough that she could broker some power for herself and stop hiding all the time. She missed the days when she could just be Katniss, not some silent, shot gun wielding weirdo like she was now. She could only hope that this Fenris person had the right stuff to get them through it. And if she saw trouble coming, she could always bail in the night.

As she approached the more populated streets, the helmat went back on, locking her away and returning her to the man's life she had taken on has her protection. Her bike was still there, thankfully. She couldn't help but worry about it the whole time; it was the only set of wheels she had. One of the cars was gone, so she assumed the other Steele had come and gone already. She mounted it and kicked it into life, racing off in a cloud of dust back to the warehouse that would be the start of their mission.

[chaos_Leader]

Steele headed to the ram. "Gimme the keys and open a space for my truck." then to Fenris. "I'll be ready to go with you 10 minutes at most"

Malloy fished a set of keys out of one of his many pockets, and pulled a single auto key off the ring and handed it to Steele.

"Bring it right back here, see about getting yours into storage, and I'll give you the rundown..." He sent the tiger away with his truck's location and key.

The ram then familiarized himself with the rig he'd be driving. Tractor rigs like this beast had far more systems attached than the usual small car, or even his usual rig; the pneumatically driven air-brake network alone was enough to baffle those unfamiliar with it, as would the electrical routing. The truck's cab came equipped with many of the usual necessities: cramped sleeper cab, a radio with the usual ten-channels preprogramed in (given the need, it could be modified beyond that), a sturdy winch mechanism on the front face of the engine housing, and others. The steel plating covering the cab and trailer would weigh the rig down, but it looked like the tractor unit was originally built to haul far heavier loads, possibly as a road-train; the extra weight would probably barely make a difference...

[Asper Sarnoff]

(I'm fast forewarding a bit here, so we can get together again and be ready for one of our first encounters.)

Fenris lifted the collar of his jacket up, trying to reduce the amount of sand getting blown down his neck as he made his way back down the main street again to his car. Damn sandstorms. They were always there when you didn't want them, and when they did, they were nowhere to be seen. With a bit of luck, this one would continue till tomorrow. The shifting sand would cover their tracks, and hide their departure from unwelcome eyes. The whole town was filled with people who would sell that kind of information to the plain gangs.

For a second, he regretted not going together with the tiger when he had gone a little earlier. He appreciated privacy and silence, but it was always safe travelling in groups. Especially when the storm covered his features. When one couldn't see his face, or his gun, and he wasn't by his car, more people wouldn't dismiss him as "to tough to try."

The outline of his car started to appear like a ghost out of the storm. He had been worried sick about it ever since he had to leave it earlier that day, it was his baby, the only thing he really cared for in this dead world. A frill-necked lizard, leaning nonchalant against the walls ofthe bar, nodded thoughtfully to him as he approached it. The coyote had keept his word. There had been guards here to keep a watch on it.

The hinges screeched that familiar tune as he opened the drivers door and got in. Despite its age, there was still the faint smell of leather from the interior. It feelt like home, every scratch or creaking sound a result of his exploits behind the wheel. As he produced the keychain from a pocket, he gave the gas a couple good stabs, priming the carburators with fresh fuel.

He twisted the key, the started whined into action for a couple seconds before the engine woke to life with a muffled growl, rocking the car on its shooks. He blipped the gas again to keep the engine from stalling, and it responded with a hearty roar. He grabbed the stick and shifted into gear, letting out the clutch and started rolling away.

The lizards eyes followed the black muscle car as it disappeared into the storm. A sly smile formed onto his lips as he started making his way around the bar. As he got around to the back, he threw a carefull gaze, right and left, before he headed for one of the large trash dumpsters against the wall. With some difficulty, he lifted open the lid, and looked down at the feline lying gagged and bound amid the trash. The one who had originally been ordered to keep a lookout on the vehicles.

The lizards toungue darted out an inch, a moment later slipping out again. The air smelled of fear.

"It all worked like a charm." The lizard spoke, dragging out every word with his hissing voice. "No need for a plan B, so I guess we don't need you anymore."

The cat shouted into his gag as the lizard pulled out a knife from under his coat and leaned towards him.

Fenris looked up at the massive billboard towering over him. "Welcome to Quent, the shining gateway to Titan."

He chuckled to himself over the irony of that statement. The shadows were slowly creeping up the board, as the sun was setting behind him. He had refueled, stocked up on basic supplies, and feelt anxious to get back onto the road again. It probably wouldn't be long till the others started showing up either.

And just as that thought crossed his mind, he picked up the faint sound from an engine in the distance, and moments later spotted the dustcloud approaching in the distance.

[Harlow]

The tiger was finished storing his truck and was on his way to the garage with the ram's truck. There was a slight frustration when he didn't saw Fenris' around to collect supplies. He sighed boredly. "Why is everyone making this such a chore, dammit!?" thought Steele.

The feline was done pretty quickly on his tasks, but apparently not quickly enough for the "team leader" since the wolf had deserted him on the garage. There wasn't too much on his list: Fueling both his' and Malloy's trucks and storing his truck was the most of the work. Steele moved some of his stuff to the ram's truck prior. There wasn't much; just an AK107 with it's respective ammo, a wide-bladed combat knife and a bag full of personal stuff; mostly papers, ID's and an occasional "emergency" grenade. Seeing that the weather was worsening and that he had stocked on supplies, he headed to the sign out of town with some time to spare

As he got closer, he recognized the sihlouette of the lupine's car. "No shit...". He steered the truck in order to park next to the lupine's car. "The hell, dude? You could wait a little longer" he uttered to the lupine. Fenris just recognized the existence of the tiger, barely, but didn't say anything in return. "Anyway, I'm stocked, fueled, and the rest is coming nearby. Don't hope Malloy comes here before the sunset" he added, always sarcastic and quippy. But in all seriousness, he asked to the lupine. "Say, is it just me or there something a bit off about these guards?"

[Star_Dragon]

Jason stood ready. His car was refueled, he had re-stocked on ammo, and his... "items" in the trunk remained undiscovered. The fools that he worked with were very restful; no questions asked, not about his past, not about his personality, and certainly not about his... tendencies. Of what made him a Marauder. A Predator. He checked the load on his Steyr Aug A3 - still fully loaded, and his katana was still as sharp as ever.

While the others didn't trust Jason, they were willing to work with him. But they would soon learn why he called himself "Marauder." Inside his head, war raged. "The true war," his mentor once said, "Has never been one waged by droids, or warships, or soldiers. They are but crude matter, obstacles against which we test ourselves. The true war is waged in the hearts of all living things - against our own natures, light or dark."

Jason remembered the hell he'd fought through - but dared not let that show on his face. Outwardly, he remained stoic and quiet. Such was always the way. Always. Never trust anyone. Never let down your guard. Kill all who cross you. And most importantly, show no mercy. Take no prisoners. Only keep what you kill.

[chaos_Leader]

From behind the gathered group came the rumbling roar of a great diesel engine, and a vast steel behemoth closed in on them: the tanker. Malloy steered the entire rig close behind them, looming over all its surroundings, until he brought it to a halt with the hissing sigh of its air brakes, and the beast settled down. The door of the driver's cab burst open, and the ram leapt down to join the rest of his comrades.

"The delay couldn't be helped." Malloy began as he stepped toward his usual Unimog "This leviathan doesn't exactly turn on a dime or, do precision maneuvering. Thanks for bringing it by, Steeley." He added, directed at the tiger.

He cracked open the cluttered rear compartment of the Unimog, filled to bursting with a plethora of tools, hardware, and materials. Somewhere in the mess was also a gun rack bolted to the inside wall, where a scoped bolt-action precision rifle hung over a box of 30-06 cartridges the weapon was chambered for. Among these also were several boxes of 12 gauge shotgun shells of several varieties, including some that appeared packed by hand. The ram gathered these things and some of his other necessary gear from his home-truck, and proceeded to shift it into the tanker rig.

"So are we doing this or what?" he asked during this, to no one in particular.

[Fira-Astrali]

Steele drew up next to Fenris, seemingly forgotten. Her head was tilted forward and her shoulders hunched, trying to protect herself and keep the sand from filling her helmat and sandblasting her skin off her exposed fingers. Another downside she'd had to live with for the added manuverability. Since she could not reply, she simply waited for them to take off, poised to grab a position close to the tanker that would protect her a little

[Asper Sarnoff]

But in all seriousness, he asked to the lupine. "Say, is it just me or there something a bit off about these guards?"

Fenris snorted in response as he leaned back onto his car. "There's a bit off about everyone. It seems like so to me at least."

One's always a product of ones surroundings. He guessed the war was to blame. Sometimes, he couldn't help himself but try to imagine how Titania must have been before. Plants, animals, water running trough what was now dry wadies. Air that was fresh, and smelled of flowers instead of the stale vapor of death and decay. He tried to supress these thoughts. Imaging what he would never see or feel himself would only push him further down the long spiraling staircase of depression and madness. There was no past, there was only the now, and how one could make it to the next day.

By the time he had finished that train of thought, Jason had appeared, not uttering a word as he stepped out and joined up with them.

The group now watched as the tanker appeared from behind some crags in the distance, belching black smoke from its two large pipes. Fenris was somewhat impressed. The ram was handling the huge vehicle well, guiding it carefully between the rocks and spots of soft sand that would slow it down, or even bog it if he lost too much momentum. He was even resorting to double-clutching during some gear changes too, putting less stress on the drivetrain.

From behind the gathered group came the rumbling roar of a great diesel engine, and a vast steel behemoth closed in on them: the tanker. Malloy steered the entire rig close behind them, looming over all its surroundings, until he brought it to a halt with the hissing sigh of its air brakes, and the beast settled down. The door of the driver's cab burst open, and the ram leapt down to join the rest of his comrades.

"The delay couldn't be helped." Malloy began as he stepped toward his usual Unimog "This leviathan doesn't exactly turn on a dime or, do precision maneuvering. Thanks for bringing it by, Steeley." He added, directed at the tiger.

He cracked open the cluttered rear compartment of the Unimog, filled to bursting with a plethora of tools, hardware, and materials. Somewhere in the mess was also a gun rack bolted to the inside wall, where a scoped bolt-action precision rifle hung over a box of 30-06 cartridges the weapon was chambered for. Among these also were several boxes of 12 gauge shotgun shells of several varieties, including some that appeared packed by hand. The ram gathered these things and some of his other necessary gear from his home-truck, and proceeded to shift it into the tanker rig.

"So are we doing this or what?" he asked during this, to no one in particular.

"Aye, we are." Fenris responded, as he noticed the distinct sound of a bike engine, and saw the biker pull up to join them. They were all here now. He bided his time until the guy had joined up with them, so he could hear the plan too. "We'll start by driving down the highway, to the south. After a couple clicks, we'll do a long turn around and start heading northwest, towards the Spire."

No explanation was needed. Everyone knew that by fooling people back in the town that they were heading the other way with their valuable cargo, they could buy themself many hours in case of any would-be pursuers.

"Now, the march order. I'll be your front door, but I want you at hand to scout ahead in disfavorable terrain, I don't want to drive into an ambush." He nodded to the biker. "Then, I'd like to have tigerboy in the 'mog behind me, followed by the tanker. Jason will be our rear guard, watching our back. Sounds okay?"

[Harlow]

The formation seemed effective and stable enough for the feline. Although... he found odd how everyone was always putting him on the "safe spot". Maybe it was his age or his overall demeanor, but at the end, it was a good plan. Problably he'll have to show one didn't need to be a creep to be capable to handle fireweapons.

"Sounds good to me..." he commented.

[Star_Dragon]

Jason never responded. His lifeless eyes just a void, staring at the "leader." Rear guard? Please. If anything, Jason wanted front-line action, to meet the enemy head-on and take their lives. To keep what he killed. Such was the way of the Marauder. Such was always his way.

[chaos_Leader]

"Well, it's your call, but If it was up to me I'd of stuck patches and his teeny tiny tin tank right up front..." Then aside in a low, quiet whisper to Steele, masked by what looked like thinking and murmuring to himself. "(If there are any traps or ambushes along the way, he'd be the first one to kick it.)"

Having completed his mumbling 'thought', the ram noticed Jason's trademark stinkeye planted squarely on Fenris, and not going anywhere. He obviously didn't like the idea of 'rear guard'. In response, Malloy came up behind the patchwork fox, and though he spoke to the tall wolf, he made sure Jason knew that his words were directed at him and his pouty self.

"Then again, the smarter, more dangerous raiders almost always swoop in from behind rather than charge a convoy head-on. I imagine his deranged psychopathic bloodthirst would be perfectly sated back there, and hell, he might even knock a few of them off while he's at it."

[Star_Dragon]

At the ram's latest comment, Jason's head snapped around to glare at him. He opened his mouth to tear into him, but stopped, passing it off as a sigh. "Vatn wenn," he said. "But know this..." In a voice that had a sinister thrumming quality to it, he continued, "Where I fight, blood and death are assured. I do not take prisoners, and I do not make exceptions. Do not hold me back"

Though he didn't speak it, he hoped his deathly demeanor spoke what was on his mind; "Fuck with me and you won't live to regret it."

[Harlow]

The feline couldn't help to do a slight chuckle at the ram's comment. Although he had a point: Sending an expert psycho to an ambush may yield good results at first.

The envoriment was getting tense between Malloy and Jason. "I think it's better if we go now before we kill each other" said the feline, directed at Fenris, but loud enough for all four to hear.

[Asper Sarnoff]

"Hey, that's enough fighting." Fenris growled. His ears flickered somewhat as he caught a distant noise carried by the wind, but ignored it. "I know the route, I lead. The tanker and the mog must be in the middle of the convoy. They are big targets, and if anyone of them gets taken out, we're screwed." He suddenly stopped talking. That noise he had heard just a few seconds ago was back, and this time, it was just loud enough that he could make it out. Careful footsteps on dirt and gravel, and then, the distinct click of a hammer being pulled back into firing position.

"Get down!" He roared, diving down beside a large crag, his gun out before he touched the ground.

He could see them now, silhouettes darting from rock to rock just 100 feet away from them. How many, he didn't know, but he could see the shadows darting between covers on all sides.

Just great... They hadn't even gotten on their way, and they were allready being ambushed by punks after the tanker.

"Protect the tanker, no quarter!" He shouted from the top of his lounges as the guns started blazing.

[Star_Dragon]

In an instant, Jason's battle instincts kicked in. He dove behind a crate, and unlimbered his Aug A3. He peered over the crate to see his enemy, seeing nothing but shadows. No good; he didn't want to risk friendly fire - though he wouldn't mind putting a bullet in the Ram's head - so he moved around the battle area, and flanked the enemy. If they knew he was behind them, they certainly didn't show it. They were - as far as Jason could tell - lightly-armed. Perfect. He rose, time seemingly slowing down as he slung his Aug and drew out his katana.

Events moved like lightning then as he surged forward, impaling an unsuspecting punk on the blade. He then jerked it out, spun, and decapitated him. A stray round whizzed past his head, and contrary to being frightened into taking cover, Jason was enraged further. He rolled toward another hostile, sweeping his legs out from under him, then bringing his katana down on his throat. He made a horrible gurgling sound as he died, and Jason moved to the next target.

[Harlow]

Steele sprinted straight into the Unimog and grabbed his AK107. The feline positioned himself in a way that only a very small part of the barrel would be seen. He saw a bike that was nearing him from the side. Judging by it's color, it wasn't of the biker from their side. He set his rifle to 3-round burst and started firing. A first burst of 3 bullets landed on the body; a second round hit the tires, effectively piercing them through. It was a bit fun seeing the guy rolling through the floor. Just to make sure the attacker was really incapacitated, he set the rifle to semi-auto and fired two shots through the chest of the body lying on the floor. He got one. He didnt' know it was one from two or from thirty, but it all made a difference. Steele kept crouched and tried to aim for any other attacker. that was approaching by his side.

"Fuck!" all that he thought...

[chaos_Leader]

It was dark, too dark to get a proper estimate of the situation.

The ram ducked behind the cover of the truck, unslinging and readying his shotgun before going into a pocket and extracting a specific 12 gauge shell: a flare round. It was only meant for emergencies, and this constituted an emergency. He loaded the flare, and with a pull of the trigger and a thunderous shot, the flare ascended. a couple seconds later the flare activated, lighting up the area with a ghastly pale light more brilliant than the full moon. Malloy was already moving though, had to keep moving in these scraps.

The sudden illumination seemed to catch a few by surprise; the perfect emotion to exploit. Jason was already on a few of them, but more were heading his way now; even more so now that he could be seen clear as daylight. The ram advanced on them, unloading a few blasts into the nearest attackers just before the flare faded away, cloaking everyone in the darkness of night once more. Then listened to the situation as he reloaded his shotgun's magazine.

[Star_Dragon]

While the others went about shooting some of the hostiles, Jason was busy slaughtering those that surrounded him. One came after him with a combat knife when his Desert Eagle ran out, and Jason ducked and hurled him over his shoulder. While he recovered, Jason shifted his attention to a Ninjato-wielding idiot. He came at him with the blade, and Jason deflected the blow, kicked the moron between his legs, leapt over him, back-stabbed him through the heart, reached over to snatch the Ninjato out of his hand, then whirled around and sheared the bastard in half.

But it wasn't the end; Now armed with dual blades, Jason went about slaughtering every scavenger he could find. He gut one like a fish, decapitated another, and generally killed anyone that looked at him. He heard the screams of terror and anguish, but didn't stop for a moment - not even to take a breath. He killed and killed even as he was drenched in more and more blood.

[Fira-Astrali]

Christ on a bike! Steele growled in her mind, jumping off her bike and bringing her shotgun to bear. She had no long range weapons to help in the fight, but she stayed close to the tanker so she could blow away anyone that got to close. A flick of motion at her side caused her to spin on her heel. Two men with a knife had tried to sneak up on her. She beheaded them both in a shower of gore.

The ram's flare went up, and Steele watched it go, unable to believe what he had just done. Are you kidding!? That's a great plan, just show off our position to EVERYONE!

She glanced around, making sure that no one else was too close, before slowly inching around the side of the tanker to check if there were any quiet ones sneaking up on them. Once she was satisfied that no one was there, she turned her gaze outward, looking for targets.

She got a glimps of the one that insisted on being called Maurader. Watching him made her skin crawl. No one should like killing, and certainly not love it like he did

[Harlow]

Steele was perfectly parked in order to see their attackers without anyone seeing him. He didn't saw all the action occuring by the tanker. He did hear some agony and saw Malloy's flare, so he thought they had the upper hand. There was a crook that managed to crack open the shotgun door and ambushed Steele from the back. It would've worked, but it landed stomach first on a 15" wide combat knife that the feline strapped on his back, stopping the crook on his tracks before he would've attacked. Steele was shocked and almost knifed, but kicked the agonizing body out of the truck and the feline came out of the attack unharmed.

"I hope Malloy likes blodd-red, becasue I'm not cleaning this..." Steele said to himself, wiping some blood from his clothes. Realizing the Mog wasn't a safe spot anymore, he grabbed his AK107, closed the truck, and ran outside to where Terry and their biker were.

"So are we winning?" He yelled.

[Star_Dragon]

Even as their numbers dwindled, still the enemy fought. Jason's blades - one katana and one ninjato - flung blood everywhere as he cut a bloody swath through bodies. Few of the scavengers even managed to get a single shot off before Jason slaughtered them; he could not be stopped. Not by these enemies. Two of them - one armed with a longsword and the other with a scimitar - had the nerve to chase Jason, little realizing what he was about to do as he dashed to a wall. He leapt, ran up the wall, kicked off from it spinning like a drill bit, then, a split second before he handed, reached out with both blades and simultaneously decapitating both enemies.

But the enemy still fought. Jason had hoped for nothing less. No prisoners. No mercy. He killed the nearest hostile via decapitation, then moved on to a scavenger armed with an antique AK47. Unfortunately for him, he had his back turned, and Jason was quick to seize the initiative. The first hint the poor bastard had that he'd been flanked was when Jason's katana suddenly exploded out of his chest. Jason then brought his Ninjato up and slit the scavenger's throat. Kicking the corpse off his katana, Jason looked around for another hostile...

[Asper Sarnoff]

Fenris gritted his teeth as he slowly lifted the revolvel up, steadying the heavy weapon, slowly squeezing the trigger. A deafening bang, and it recoiled violently. The guy that was running toward him took it in his chest, a small explosion of blood appeared behind the body as it crumbled powerless to the ground.

Two.

He instinctively twisted and fell down to his knees as a bullet whizzed past his head and ricocheted of the rocks above him. It took him another moment to locate the source, a beagle that had snuck his way into position under the tanker. As he raised the Colt, he realised he had taken too long to spot him. The guy would get in another shot. The bullet once again struck just above his head.

Moron. His sight was off.

The revolver roared again, the first shot ricocheting from the rocks right in front of the guy, the second entered trough his eye, and he collapsed to the ground like a ragdoll.

Still crouching, he spotted a heavily built ape run towards him, a large, rusty machete raised above his head.

His fingers grasped around the hilt of his knife, but he still keept down, tense as a loaded spring as the gorilla got closer, closer still, before finally it threw itself towards him with a triumphant shout.

Fenris exploded, driving his knife upwards. It slid into the apes lower jaw up to the hilt, and with such force that he for a moment was lifted clean off the ground.

For a second, Fenris found himself staring into the apes black eyes as the light inside them slowly dissapeared, blood dripping down his arms. He tore the knife out and let the body fall, twisting to face whoever wanted the next dance.

The enemy was scattering. Around 8-9 of them was left behind, dead or dying, the desert thirstly absorbing their blood. As Fenris took out a speedloader and jammed six of the huge bullets into his gun, two more got shot in the back by the other road warriors, leaving just the one fleeing for his life back towards the town.

"Don't shoot! I want him alive." Fenris roared as he once again lifted his gun, carefully aiming towards the vague outline some 200 feet away. He squeezed the trigger again, and with a roar of pain, the person slipped, his knee clearly bent in an unnatural angle the moments before he crashed. It was over.

"Stay here, keep a lookout for others, and deal with those not dead yet." He growled as he holstered his gun and started striding out from the shelter of the vehicles and surrounding rocks and towards the body in the sand. The guys screams pierced trough the otherwise quiet desert.

A minute later, Fenris returned to the others, a firm grip around the collar of the guy he had taken down, dragging him trough the dust, cursing and babbling death threats at them. It was a lizard, the same guy he had taken for a guard outside the bar a couple hours earlier. He headed for the tanker, to the front of the large plow.

"Now my friend, you're going to tell us who you're working for." Fenris growled threatingly as he hosted the lizard up and leaned him with his back against the plow. Well, when one said plow, it was rather a ramming device meant to impale other vehicles than to clear obstacles. Dozens of crude, but sharp metal spikes was protuding from it, and over half a dozen of them were now pushing hard against the lizards back. "I ain't telling you shit!" The lizard cried before he once again started resorting to his extensive vocabulary of curses and swearwords.

"Wrong answer pal. Unless you want to come with us on our journey, stuck to this plow." Fenris growled, starting to press the lizard slightly against the spikes. Appearantly, the lizard had not expected him to follow trough on the threat, and almost immediatly broke down into gibberish. Fenris face was mere inches from the lizards now, and there was no mercy to be seen in his cold, blue eyes. "Talk!"

"I'm not working for anyone! I swear!" He spurted out, eyes flacking back and forth over the other road warriors. "Please! We're just small timers, looking for some easy money."

Fenris could believe that. It had been way too easy. None of these were really killers or plain gangers. They were just ordinary folk, fortunate enough to have a gun, and with enough knowledge to use it to get their way with those that didn't.

"What you think guys. What are we going to do with this creep?" He spoke out loudly, looking around at the others. The tiger and the ram was there, the fox too, covered in blood... Where the heck was the biker?

(I and Fira have some plans for this one, don't worry about backstabbing.)

[chaos_Leader]

(I got Ninja'd it seems)

Even as their numbers dwindled, still the enemy fought. Jason's blades - one katana and one ninjato - flung blood everywhere as he cut a bloody swath through bodies. Few of the scavengers even managed to get a single shot off before Jason slaughtered them; he could not be stopped. Not by these enemies. Two of them - one armed with a longsword and the other with a scimitar - had the nerve to chase Jason, little realizing what he was about to do as he dashed to a wall. He leapt, ran up the wall, kicked off from it spinning like a drill bit, then, a split second before he handed, reached out with both blades and simultaneously decapitating both enemies.

But the enemy still fought. Jason had hoped for nothing less. No prisoners. No mercy. He killed the nearest hostile via decapitation, then moved on to a scavenger armed with an antique AK47. Unfortunately for him, he had his back turned, and Jason was quick to seize the initiative. The first hint the poor bastard had that he'd been flanked was when Jason's katana suddenly exploded out of his chest. Jason then brought his Ninjato up and slit the scavenger's throat. Kicking the corpse off his katana, Jason looked around for another hostile...

The patchowork fox was definitely vicious, and skilled in his technique, but that wasn't what was keeping him alive in the open ground. All around flailing Jason were the raiders, many tried to take him head-on in his furious melee, but those with half a lick of sense held back, and brought their firearms to bear from a safe distance instead. These were Malloy's targets.

The flare had already spooked a few, they were already dead; these dead bodies spooked the live ones further; they were afraid, and this was good. Jason and his crazy one man shock-and-awe circus routine wouldn't have been a smart tactical choice solo, but coupled with a more inconspicuous ally to watch his back, it created an excellent distraction and bait scenario that could drop many, many hostiles, especially in this shroud of darkness. And thus the fervor of combat went: Jason the mauling marauder grabbed the attention basked in his bloody spotlight, and Terry Malloy kept him safe from the single minded tunnel-vision of his own berserker rage, dropping those who thought they had an easy kill in a deadly burst of shot-pellets.

Edited November 3, 2011 by chaos_Leader

[Harlow]

"What you think guys. What are we going to do with this creep?" He spoke out loudly, looking around at the others. The tiger and the ram was there, the fox too, covered in blood... Where the heck was the biker?

"I just knew one of the "guards" would've tried to backstab us"

"Well, you can always leave him on a wheelchair!" shouted the tiger. "You just have to decide: Knees, lower back or neck?"