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Post by Soprano on Oct 10, 2010 0:10:42 GMT -6
The hell wolf howled when the bullets hit its flesh. It leaped out of the grass toward Camille, apparently intent on making such a nuisance extinct. Sergio stood and broke into a sprint, hoping to reach the wolf before it reached Camille. It was about the size of a minivan, and looked terribly upset that it had been shot. It snarled as it ran toward Camille, trying its damned best to get her.
“Fuckin,’ Camille, get out the way before it reaches you!” he yelled toward her.
The wolf took a swipe at Camille and if she got hurt, that was about the last thing Sergio needed, he knew shit about first aid. It was within range for Camille to properly see it. It’s fur was jet black and looked matted, supposedly with blood. It’s eyes were angry and yellow with green pupils. All in all, a horrible ugly beast.
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Post by lillium on Oct 10, 2010 0:17:51 GMT -6
Camille's eyes widened as she watched the huge giant fucking creature run towards her. It didn't look very happy that she had injured it, either, although it did make Camille a bit happy that she had injured it. She wondered, quickly, whether or not it was possible for demons to wear themselves out. She'd have to ask Sergio later, she decided.
Camille ran out of the way, dodging the swipe. Her ankles hurt from the bruises, but she ignored it. Getting injured, even more so, was not on her to-do list for today. However, killing this hell wolf certainly was. Camille had a feeling that if this giant demon attacked her, she might not live very long afterwards, and that gave her determination to win. She bent her knees, making sure that she could easily get out of the way, and continued shooting at the thing. Killing it was necessary to her survival.
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Post by Soprano on Oct 10, 2010 0:35:43 GMT -6
Sergio finally made it up to the Hell Wolf and slashed at its ribs. It howled and swiped at him and Sergio rolled out of the way. It was bleeding, but it didn’t look like it was majorly hurt. Sergio swore and slashed at its back leg and the wolf kicked him straight in the stomach. He was wearing armor, but the breath was still knocked out of him and he clutched his stomach for a second.
The wolf continued on to advance on Camille. It growled at her, annoyed by her bullets spraying across its body. It was like a bee that constantly buzzed around your head. It stung once, but you didn’t want it to sting again. So the wolf moved faster toward Camille.
Sergio managed to recover in time to see the wolf near Camille. He didn’t have the breath to yell instructions; he just really hoped she remembered what he had said about killing demons.
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Post by lillium on Oct 10, 2010 0:47:05 GMT -6
As the Hell Wolf ran towards her, Camille grabbed her stiletto knife and held it up. Finally, once it got close enough, she stabbed the demon in the eye and tried to move backwards enough so as to not get swiped at. Killing this thing was, after all, necessary to her survival. Sergio was on the ground and Camille didn't know how injured he was. She remembered he seemed be able to take pain pretty well, but she also wasn't sure how hard this thing hit.
In any case, Camille didn't want her or Sergio to be Hell Wolf breakfast this morning. She had too much to do, and like hell she was going to prove anyone right and die on her third fight against a demon. Oh hell no. She was Camille de la Fayette, and she was going to win. She had to win. There was no other option.
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Post by Soprano on Oct 10, 2010 0:59:11 GMT -6
The hell wolf howled as the stiletto knife was inserted into its eye. A ridiculous amount of blood began to pour out of the socket, the eye completely popped. Sergio suddenly dashed forward, taking an advantage of the time the wolf was taking to be in pain and quickly jumped up and lopped of its head. The body fell to the side with a thud and the head rolled away, the stiletto still in its eye.
He huffed a little, still kind of winded, but he grinned at Camille.
“Fuckin’ hell, girl,” he said, “Two fer two, today.”
He was still breathing kind of heavy, but he wasn’t hurt; just needed his diaphragm to calm down a bit. He was pretty proud of Camille and her progress. Dante was missing out on an apt and talented pupil.
“Tell Dante’ta stick that in his damn pipe’n smoke it, eh?” he said, finally getting his lungs under control.
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Post by lillium on Oct 10, 2010 1:08:43 GMT -6
Camille leaned over and took the stiletto out of the wolf's eye. It was really icky, still covered in blood and all. She wiped it off on the grass, not really sure what else to clean it with. Grass was good for cleaning things, right? She knew that a long time ago, people would clean their teeth with grass, so it made sense that you could clean a knife on it, too, right? Well, she'd clean it properly once they got back, when she had the means to. "You alright?" Camille asked, frowning at Sergio. He was breathing pretty heavy, that wasn't a very good sign.
Camille laughed about what Sergio had said about Dante. "Sounds about right." She was in a good mood, now. Sergio's breathing was improving, which was good, too. But the adrenaline hadn't quite left her system, and so she had some extra energy still, and combined with the fact that she had metaphorically given Dante the finger, she felt awesome.
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Post by Soprano on Oct 10, 2010 1:21:10 GMT -6
“Nah, I’m alright, got the wind knocked outta me,” he said, taking another deep breath to reaffirm he was better.
He wiped his sword in the grass as well; it was also dripping from demon’s blood. He grinned at her, noting that she still seemed pretty energetic. He was fairly sure they had gotten the rest of the demons, but he couldn’t be sure. On top of that, he was pretty sure they wouldn’t be needed at camp anymore.
“C’mon, le’s keep patrolling,” he said, motioning for him to follow.
He jogged down away from the camp, not trying to out run Camille, but trying to move quickly. There wasn’t anything else out there, but they spent the rest of the day patrolling the south side of the camp and didn’t get back until really late. Once they had arrived, it seemed something really disturbing had happened. Everything was burnt or in ruins.
((And that’s for another thread =D))
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