01-08-2018, 02:08 PM
Annemarie didn't want any part of this. She hadn't wanted to point the weapon. Provide them, listen to them whatever else she didn't want to kill another human. It wasn't about monsters, it was her own nerver, her own stomach. Killing always made her sick, it was why she chose the comms. Why she'd worked so hard to stay in the van.
She didn't know why she had agreed to this.
But she pointed where she was supposed to. She felt the nausea overwhel her but she held her stance, held her position even as the stench of burning flesh started to make it's way up into her nose. Or was it her imagination?
The world started to shake, the shard sent everywhere were dangerous and sharp, one pierced the window she had been standing by and flew inches from her head landing with a loud thwack behind her into a thick piece of wood.
Stephan's vitals went dead. Henriks were erratic and he was struggling to retain his life. Marco was not used to this either and upon the first unleashing of the shards he was gone, in the trucks. He was a weapons tech not a weapon user not a field agent. Some of us weren't cut out for this
But the ground shook, the buildings rained dust from their ceilings inside and outside the iron from the fire escapes rattled. Things were going to start falling down soon. "You need to get out of the alley. Out of the buildings. Everythings going to come down." Annemarie shouted into the comms.
And then a transmission came over. Annemarie wasn't sure if it was a sigh of releif or fear. "Domovoi is coming. If you can't finish him off now, get out!" And with that Annemaried turned off her device and ran to the van. It was a precarious run, but she made it. Marco was already in the drivers seat waiting. He looked releived. They had done this part plenty of times. But every other time the world wasn't shaking, there were not dead Atharim. No, this was not a good day!
She didn't know why she had agreed to this.
But she pointed where she was supposed to. She felt the nausea overwhel her but she held her stance, held her position even as the stench of burning flesh started to make it's way up into her nose. Or was it her imagination?
The world started to shake, the shard sent everywhere were dangerous and sharp, one pierced the window she had been standing by and flew inches from her head landing with a loud thwack behind her into a thick piece of wood.
Stephan's vitals went dead. Henriks were erratic and he was struggling to retain his life. Marco was not used to this either and upon the first unleashing of the shards he was gone, in the trucks. He was a weapons tech not a weapon user not a field agent. Some of us weren't cut out for this
But the ground shook, the buildings rained dust from their ceilings inside and outside the iron from the fire escapes rattled. Things were going to start falling down soon. "You need to get out of the alley. Out of the buildings. Everythings going to come down." Annemarie shouted into the comms.
And then a transmission came over. Annemarie wasn't sure if it was a sigh of releif or fear. "Domovoi is coming. If you can't finish him off now, get out!" And with that Annemaried turned off her device and ran to the van. It was a precarious run, but she made it. Marco was already in the drivers seat waiting. He looked releived. They had done this part plenty of times. But every other time the world wasn't shaking, there were not dead Atharim. No, this was not a good day!