Jack R̶y̶a̶n Wynand (
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thespherelogs2019-04-12 07:42 pm
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All is fair in love and war.
Who: Jack, Ivar and Angel
Where: PLACES...
What: STUFF... Jack is gonna get himself in a streetfight and then go on a date.
When: April 12th.
Warnings: Violence, body horror, drug use, gore, will add as needed. Also kissing butprobably in a different thread.
Where: PLACES...
What: STUFF... Jack is gonna get himself in a streetfight and then go on a date.
When: April 12th.
Warnings: Violence, body horror, drug use, gore, will add as needed. Also kissing but
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He can treat himself later, he needs to end this fight before it gets more out of hand. He rummages in his sweater for a moment before dragging out a tommy gun, loaded with armor-piercing bullets. He sends out another shock of electricity before opening fire with his gun and surprisingly, his injuries seem to have little bearing on his aim. Focusing this hard on combat, he barely even notices the weeping wounds.
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He'd been hoping to be able to pursue Jack and end this quickly, but the burns and electric shocks are starting to take their toll on him. The beast's great sides heave in and out as he catches his breath and gets his second wind in. By the time he's able to move again, Jack's already retaliating.
He's been on the attack this entire time, but in the face of a hail of bullets, the Viking retreats. Ivar dashes into the nearby bushes. One would think it would be hard to hide such a large creature, but even Earth elephants could blend in if there was enough vegetation. He crouches down, the creature's predator eyes used to looking through thick foliage, as he plans his next move.
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Jack is on high alert as the creature disappears, but he can't afford to waste bullets shooting at nothing. He slumps against the tree behind him, finally pausing long enough to feel the blood loss. He sets his gun aside, and fishes around for a heath kit; really just a tin box with a syringe of glowing red Adam in it. He injects it quickly into his arm and breathes a huff of relief as the wounds on his shoulder close up, and his bruises fade. Alright, he can do this.
He pushes himself back to his feet and trades the gun for his trusty wrench, treading carefully as he tries to find Ivar again. His left hand is sparking with electricity, just in case.
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This a game of almost literal cat and mouse. He intends to be the one that comes out on top.
The muscles tense as he waits, claws and hooves digging into the soft earth beneath his paws. He listens as the man draws nearer. Closer...closer...there. The alien springs out of the bushes with a gigantic leap far greater then any a normal Earth big cat could produce, intent on pouncing on Jack.
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It only lasts a second though, before his focus shifts to trying to lift his right arm up and hit Ivar's head. If he can't get free that way he can try electrocuting him, although he'll hurt himself in the process.
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There's a new spasm of pain as the volts of electricity hit him, shocking him once again. He's growing very weary of this trick. <Stop that!> He says, finally speaking during the combat.
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He yelps in pain as his arm is bitten, though, and again when his own electricity pulses back through him. It's working, but it isn't doing enough... he can't reach his other weapons like this, though. His mind starts racing for other ideas, as he glances around like a cornered animal.
He's got it.
His hand stops sparking, and instead seems to be summoning a light breeze around it. He reaches toward the tree that Ivar had broken, and his fingers clench slightly under the strain of his power. A few seconds later a cluster of broken wood and bark flies out, aimed at Ivar's head with the speed of bullets. Though in the state Jack is in, they're more lightly to hit his shoulder and side.
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Letting go of Jack's arm, he pins first his right hand under his gigantic left paw and then the left one under his right paw. The claws dig in cruelly to hold him there. When the splinters slam into his shoulder, he roars in pain and fury. <This ends now.> He tells Jack.
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He's accepted that he's going to die here, but he's died plenty of times before - sometimes it's just a better strategy than wasting the health packs. He'll just have to make sure he can come back and kill him back later.
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He has no time to revel in his victory, for the bees swarm his face, stinging him through the short fur all around his face. He's got no choice but to turn, trying to outrun them as he speeds out of the nature dome. He's got to find a place where he can demorph and heal from all the damage Jack has inflicted upon him.