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6/22/2016 12:33:57 AM
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This is a huge ship called the Bloodwrath. But I'm not exactly sure what that thing was, reminded me of something from Doom, and I don't know how you got here.
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I sighed as I came around the corner, taking aim at one of the cultists that was farthest away from Mortar. "Oh, just your friendly neighborhood college nerd in way over his head." I pulled the trigger.
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*The cultist gets shot in the arm, it seems to almost become more lethargic. It seemed to be a Tranquilizer gun, but much deadlier. Meanwhile, Mortar looks like he's done this loads of times before, and he probably has, but he looks like he's having fun. I guess years of combat wore him down, or he likes a fair fight. The other cultist runs at you, a sacrificial knife in hand*
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Take your time, breathe in, aim center mass, breathe out, squeeze the trigger smoothly.
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*While you do that, the cultist gets dangerously close. It recoils slightly, but let's out a cry when an arrow gets lodged an it's arm* [i]Okay, I'm gonna assist Mortar. Use your knife if he gets too close[/i]
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I didn't respond, taking another shot at the slowed cultist, hoping this thing was good for more than just slowing shit.
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*The cultist definitely looked weak, but he lunged at you, knife aimed at your neck*
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Edited by Kell in a Cell: 6/25/2016 5:00:32 PM[i]For fück's sake[/i], I thought, dodging to the side just barely as I dropped the gun and pulled out the knife. Not waiting for the cultist to recover, I tackled it to the ground before plunging the knife into the side of its neck, all the way to the hilt, then twisted.
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*It makes a strange gurgle sound, the knife still there as it charges you$
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[spoiler]We're both on the ground, me on top.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Oh...[/spoiler] *The knife still in it's neck, it tries to violently stab you with it own, it manages to cut your arm*
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"Shit!" I yell, partly in surprise but mostly in pain. Wrenching the knife from its neck, I start stabbing it in the face. Repeatedly. "Why?!" Stab. "Won't?!" Stab. "You?!" Stab. "Just?!" Stab. "Fücking?!" Stab. "Die?!"
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*Ultimately, the cultist is so injured it can't move. That can count as dead. As for the one fighting Mortar, well, he's still active*
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Hissing as I stood up, I did my best to stem the blood flowing from my arm as I walked over to a wall and sat down. "Damnit, this is exactly what I was afraid of..." I mumbled, severely pissed at Mortar and the others. Seriously, like they actually needed my help dealing with these guys.
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*Mion flies over to you* [b]Ah, crap. What happened, and what do i need to get?[/b]
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With a hiss, I began to take off my hoodie, so that Mion could get a better look at the cut. "The gun was about as effective - ah, shit - as a wet noodle, and the - motherfücker - and the knife wasn't much better. I stabbed the - gaaaah, God damnit - the fücker in the neck all the way and he still didn't die. Managed to do this before I could stop him." I said, now with my hoodie partially off and pointing to the cut.
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[b]Oh, that looks bad... I mean, I've seen worse, but... I dunno. Mortar usually uses that gun as a distraction, then stabs them violently. That could have been good info to have though [/b]
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"You see, THIS is why I wanted to hang back." I sighed, wincing. "Think you can do something about it? It'll be difficult, but if I die, I'm sure I can find a way to hate that bastard more."
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[b] You're not gonna die, it's just a cut arm.[/b] *Mion walks over to Crossbow's backpack and pushes it to you* [b]See if there's anything in there[/b]
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I dig around with my right arm, trying to find anything resembling a first aid kit. "You should know, I've never patched up a knife wound before, especially-" I paused, wincing, before continuing with more strain in my voice. "Especially one on myself."
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[b]Okay then, I'll coach you then...[/b] *You manage to find a needle and thread, and some gauze* [b] Alright, let's see, step one, clean the needle. That looks clean, right?[/b]
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"I'm not taking any chances. Usually that means to hold it over a clean flame for a bit. Got something for that?"
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[b]Nah, I do have alcohol though...[/b] *He nudges the side pocket*
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I dig around a bit, finding some clear alcohol. I sighed. "This is gonna suck..." I mumbled, taking my hoodie the rest of the way, bunching up a clean part up into something to bite on. Then, I poured a small amount over the wound, and damn, did it hurt like a bitch. Once I was done groaning into my hoodie, I poured some of the alcohol over the needle, before realizing that I would have some difficulty threading it. I motioned to Mion with the needle and thread to convey this.
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[b]oh, shit... Um, second step, insert the needle into the end of the wound[/b] *It wasn't like Mion could do anything other than talk to him, he was just a cat with wings, it would be hard to assist any other way.*
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I sighed, before spitting out the hoodie. "Just go get Crossbow."
