multiversallogs | [OPEN] you can't stop me in this race

Who: Indira and YOU
What: Punching monsters, etc.
Where: Around town, though probs mostly in the vicinity of Mog Hill.
When: Over the next couple weeks, I think?
Notes: If you want a thread starter or a more specific scenario, please hit me up and we can work something out :3
Warnings: Lots of violence and profanity, maybe some mild gore.

Coming up with a strategy is hard when you don't know what you're up against, but Indira's an old hand at not getting killed.

She's got a full wet work kit with her, which is about as prepared as she could ever be for fucking monsters and magic trap cities or what the fuck ever, and it's holding up better than she thought it might. The thing she just killed is still in its death throes, headless body writhing and spraying dark blood everywhere. It hisses and steams when it hits the cobblestones, not quite acidic enough to eat through the rock. It rolls off her clothes and gloves as easily as human blood, so she'll take it.

At the moment, she's just trying to get the lay of the land. Things that get in her way get killed. She hasn't had to use her sidearm yet, and she's finding that with her particular skill set and the unpredictability of – of everything, basically, fuck it, it's easier for her to stick with close range combat, use the short knives that won't catch and break on foreign bones, and just rip up whatever comes off easiest. It's worked so far.

She shakes off her weapons, cleans the blades with a convenient bit of cloth to ward off any corrosive effect the bile might have, and then leaps up onto the roof of a nearby shop. Traveling over rooftops means she's got to look out for the creepy things flying around up in the dark sky, but it bypasses some of the messy shit down at ground level. She'll just take whichever path is more convenient at the moment.

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Speaking of creepy shit up in the sky, Steph is currently on a rooftop near the edge of Mog Hill, locked in a pretty epic battle with a Frost Wyrm. The building across from her has already been destroyed by it's ice... breath... thing, Steph isn't sure exactly what happened, she just knows she has to stop it.

So far that's not going too well for her. She's managed to get her grapple hook lodged into one of the creature's wings, and is struggling on the other end of the line, trying to keep the undead dragon from flying off and hurting more people. It's fired off a few small bursts of freezing air at Steph - which she's fortunately dodged - but it's too busy struggling against the grapple line to inhale enough air to try a serious blast.

They seem to be locked in an even battle at the moment, but it's not going to last. Steph can only hold the creature for so long, and she can't do anything else to it while her hands are occupied with holding onto the grapple line. She really should have come up with a better plan before acting.

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Indira's not really much of an altruist -- she's spent most of her life fighting to hold onto whatever she could grab and, more often than not, giving someone a hand up was the same as giving them an invitation to pull her down -- but when she hops up onto the rooftops again, to keep out of the way of a mob of shambling monstrosities that smell like rotting flesh, she's close enough to see the giant bone dragon and the tiny human figure straining against it even without zooming in. She's not an altruist, but she's not cold enough to leave it like that.

She is a little surprised by the temperature drop when she gets close enough to feel it, knives stowed in favor of of a pair of vicious-looking brass knuckles, but whatever, too late, she's already decided that she's going to fucking smash this thing. She can't read anything useful off of it (something that she's getting used to, around here), but it's a skeleton. Snapping off the head is a good start. A couple blocks away, she pauses before she launches herself forward, aiming for what looks like the weakest spot in the thing's neck, aiming to concentrate the force on the smallest amount of surface area possible. There's a cracking noise when she connects, but she has to worry about getting out of the way before she can check the damage.

There's a brief moment of panic when Steph sees something launching itself towards her and the dragon and she desperately prays that whoever it is, is going for the dragon, rather than Steph; she's fucked if she has to fight something else as well.

So it's with a lot of relief that she watches Indira smashing into the dragon's neck, and Steph tightens her hold on the grapple line in preparation for whatever happens next. The dragon drops a few feet, it's head rattling around on it's neck at awkward angles, but it does come off and two seconds later the dragon is preparing a burst of ice breath at Indira.

"DUCK!" Steph shouts as a warning at the same time as she gives a sharp tug to the left, hoping to put it's aim off.

The easiest way to go is up; Indira leaps forward, landing somewhere behind the detached skull, and then up again onto a nearby chimney. Apparently that's not enough to kill it. She's not very surprised, at this point, but she's annoyed.

“Any idea how to kill this fucker?” she calls down to Steph. Her own ideas are along the lines of pulverize it but this thing is huge and if its bits can function separately, there probably isn't time for her to grind it down into bonedust without something else trying to step on her.

"I was gonna try blowing it up!" Steph shouts back, the dragon regaining it's strength and tugging back against her. Her arms are shaking, she notes almost absently; there's only a little more time before she's going to have to let go.

"Come here," it's almost pleading, the way she says it, because things are starting to get desperate and she could really use an extra pair of hands. If Indira can get close enough, she can pull one of the explosive batarangs out of Steph's utility belt.

Even during such times as these, Evan never meant to make his way to Mog Hill. It's not that he finds it distasteful, but it's not a place he usually thinks of going. His presence here is absolutely unintentional and a result of unplanned apparating; throughout the day and into the night, he's slowly been pushed or chosen to follow some monsters this way, and now here he is, the quaint cobblestone district he never goes.

Perhaps a few hours ago he cut a neater figure. By now, he is much more disheveled, his jacket torn in several places, his boots scuffed, a smear of ash going down the side of his face and neck, a button or two missing from his waistcoat. There's no blood because he cleaned it off magically, in the interest of not attracting that one weird shark with spider legs he spotted... what, back in Brock Marsh?

In any case, there seem to be a pack of hellhounds or something similar tracking him, and they are much better at climbing than dog-shaped things ought to be. Evan apparates to a higher rooftop and continues firing curses down at them, mostly unconcerned.

Climbing dogs. Well, that's a new one. Granted, all of it is new to Indira. She's not sure she's seen a single familiar creature out here, not that there's really all that much in the way of animal life at home. Still, watching the inky black bodies slink right up the side of buildings like is a touch unsettling. More than she likes to admit. She can't tell what the dude they're following is doing either -- there aren't any readings -- but he's doing something. And she didn't see him jump.

That's fucking weird, and she's just planning on passing through because she can't get around that particular rooftop without going around a bunch of other stuff, but it's never that fucking easy. In the moment between landing and taking off, the dog things swarm up over the edge of the roof and, lucky her, she's apparently right in their way. Well. Hopefully they're solid enough to die.

The first indication he has that someone else is nearby is that the baying of the hellhounds changes. Their ascent is unnatural in some ways, but strangely organic in others — they go up with some struggle, chunks of brick and tile sent flying by their massive clawed paws to shatter on the street, their muscles bunching and flowing beneath their pelt as their force themselves upward and toward Indira.

"Oi!" Evan shouts, as if offended they're dividing their attention, though in fact it's more of a greeting to her. There's a flash of red light and the hellhound nearest to Indira yelps as it's propelled off the roof. Another leaps toward her in its place, however.

[OPEN] you can't stop me in this race

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