Inhuman screeches echoed in the small room and hall as the Pau’ans fell upon the women. Rylee managed to pick off four before she was overwhelmed. Firing her pistol twice into the surging, hissing, spitting mob, Bast blindly hit a smaller infected. The thing hit the ground with a wet thud, being paid no heed by any of the other mindless beings. It was clear these ones were past any sort of logic or fear. They were no longer fighting the urge to attack or cling to humanity. The people inside the husks were already very much dead.
Five left. If it hadn’t been for her training, she would have frozen. Close-quarters combat scared the Lieutenant because while the blaster leveled the field, and she was strong, others were stronger and faster. She could fight hard, but mindless creatures with no inhibition could fight harder. Elbowing back an extended sinewy arm, she reached to activate her comm.
“This is Emblai-“ Rylee was down, fighting off as many as she could. Bast grabbed around one of the infected and pulled as hard as she could to throw it off balance, frantically glancing around the room for a make-shift weapon. Several pieces of broken glass glistened on the floor. The pau’an did not budge, it’s large body immovable as a wall. “We need back-up, if possible…” Another infected detached its claw-like fingers from the former soldier’s arm and latched onto Bast, throwing its head forward like a striking serpent. She kicked, aiming for the chest to put some distance between them, but the bite landed anyway, only barely glancing off her breastplate.
Falling back, Bast hit the wall hard, the infected landing atop her. She rolled, coughing, trying to avoid the hands and mouth. Her armor was by no means full coverage, and only a tactical suit protected skin from nails and teeth. A gloved fist collided with the underside of the infected’s jaw, knocking it back enough for the woman to jump up and grab a hefty shard. “Rylee, you still with me?”
@Bex
Five left. If it hadn’t been for her training, she would have frozen. Close-quarters combat scared the Lieutenant because while the blaster leveled the field, and she was strong, others were stronger and faster. She could fight hard, but mindless creatures with no inhibition could fight harder. Elbowing back an extended sinewy arm, she reached to activate her comm.
“This is Emblai-“ Rylee was down, fighting off as many as she could. Bast grabbed around one of the infected and pulled as hard as she could to throw it off balance, frantically glancing around the room for a make-shift weapon. Several pieces of broken glass glistened on the floor. The pau’an did not budge, it’s large body immovable as a wall. “We need back-up, if possible…” Another infected detached its claw-like fingers from the former soldier’s arm and latched onto Bast, throwing its head forward like a striking serpent. She kicked, aiming for the chest to put some distance between them, but the bite landed anyway, only barely glancing off her breastplate.
Falling back, Bast hit the wall hard, the infected landing atop her. She rolled, coughing, trying to avoid the hands and mouth. Her armor was by no means full coverage, and only a tactical suit protected skin from nails and teeth. A gloved fist collided with the underside of the infected’s jaw, knocking it back enough for the woman to jump up and grab a hefty shard. “Rylee, you still with me?”
@Bex