Bo move and fires superhumanly fast. To everyone else, he's literally a blur. The vampire was in mid-leap when Bo managed to get off two shots with incredible speed and then step swiftly to the side as the vampire, consumed in flame from the incendiary rounds ripping through its body, collapses into wave of smoldering ashes next to his feet.
"Fast? I weren't goin that fast. I guess the vampire was just slow."
Bo does seem a little confused as to what just happened. It was just adrenaline right? That is what adrenaline does. It couldn't possible be something they stuck in him...
"Riiiight... okay so I'm the Hulk and Bo is the Flash. Let's start moving before I start thinking about this too hard... stay close to the light people.
"I'll watch our six if you take lead, Bo... something tells me that if we're coming at something you'll see them before we will."
"Who the fuck is the flash?", Bo mutters to himself as he wanders towards the front of the group. He reloads Isabelle, making sure he has a full clip.
"Point is fine with me.... but if something goes wrong and one of them gets me like they ... like they got Adrian." He glances towards the body despite his best efforts, "Feel free to bring out the big guns..."
"He's dead, we're alive. We want to stay alive, we move."
Hank stated it flatly and without emotion. He gritted his teeth at seeing the apprehension upon the faces of some of the group realizing that Adrian was gone, and then shouted, trying to get them to shake it off.
Esmer stares dumbly at Bo for a good, long moment. Okay. Okay. Freaky clawed guy. Adrian was dead. Bo moved like a cheesy special effect. Alright. Stay calm now. Breathe.
She rests the Broadsword on its barrel long enough to reach up and rub her eyes. There were monsters all around them, and they were getting super-powers. Inhale. Exhale. She can deal with this.
Right?
Hefting the weapon back up onto her shoulder, she moves in between Hank and Bo, keeping the dangerous end of the Broadsword pointed carefully toward the ceiling.
Jack barely has time to register the shots before Bo puts down the creature. . .the vampire. "You just saved our asses, Bo. Thanks."
Jack flicks open a channel on his radio.
"Parsons? This. . .it's Jack. . .from Ferryman? We're in some kind of processing facility. There was a vampire, it. . .moved through the shadows. Adrian is dead. It was too fast. We manged to take it down, though. We're going to push on."
Bo slowly begins to move towards the entrance into the next room. His vision sweeps across the room, pointing Isabelle at any oppressive shadow. Darkness is now the enemy.
"Thank me by buying me about six pitchers Jack. I may be running on adrenaline now, but I assure you I am going to need liquid courage to figure all of this out."
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Hank keeps his eyes out toward the room as he speaks, scanning for trouble.
"I think we ought to start moving before that thing's friends decide to show up."
Bo does seem a little confused as to what just happened. It was just adrenaline right? That is what adrenaline does. It couldn't possible be something they stuck in him...
"I'll watch our six if you take lead, Bo... something tells me that if we're coming at something you'll see them before we will."
"Point is fine with me.... but if something goes wrong and one of them gets me like they ... like they got Adrian." He glances towards the body despite his best efforts, "Feel free to bring out the big guns..."
Hank stated it flatly and without emotion. He gritted his teeth at seeing the apprehension upon the faces of some of the group realizing that Adrian was gone, and then shouted, trying to get them to shake it off.
"Move your feet! Come on, let's go!"
She rests the Broadsword on its barrel long enough to reach up and rub her eyes. There were monsters all around them, and they were getting super-powers. Inhale. Exhale. She can deal with this.
Right?
Hefting the weapon back up onto her shoulder, she moves in between Hank and Bo, keeping the dangerous end of the Broadsword pointed carefully toward the ceiling.
Jack flicks open a channel on his radio.
"Parsons? This. . .it's Jack. . .from Ferryman? We're in some kind of processing facility. There was a vampire, it. . .moved through the shadows. Adrian is dead. It was too fast. We manged to take it down, though. We're going to push on."
Hank couldn't tell if it was sweat or blood that he felt on the stock of his shotgun... at this point it probably didn't matter.
"Thank me by buying me about six pitchers Jack. I may be running on adrenaline now, but I assure you I am going to need liquid courage to figure all of this out."
'PS: I'm drunk. Again.
also, this has been a lot of fun
you are a good ST pony
Well just know we are all really enjoying this game.
I am just glad I don't have to keep wondering what my super power is.
And, yes, the game has certainly been fun. Quiet enjoying it.
i miss you
I also miss this game.
best friends forever
or you know
until hank gets killed by demons to save her or something
"Oh my god, I shot Hank!"
"Who's Hank?"