B “Um,” Matthew says, as someone tries to hand him a bloody gun. They stare down at it in dismay. “I don’t…” he starts, but the manager is off making a hasty exit before he even gets to the chance to say, ‘Sorry, I don’t have the faintest idea how to use a gun, what the fuck.’
They look down at the weapon. Gingerly reaches out, and pokes what he thinks is the safety into what he really hopes is the ‘on’ position. If it weren’t for the fact that he strongly suspects that he won’t like what happens if he loses the bloody thing, he’d seriously consider just dumping it somewhere. Whatever they were going to need the guns for, it wasn't going to do Matthew any good.
Bugger trying to find any bloody eggs, he just wanted to get out of this alive.
He reaches out with his senses, searching for anything that he could actually use. Working mains would be a godsend, but he there weren't any to find - no spark of electricity, no crackle of a high-voltage powerline. He'd have to rely on other magics to get out of this alive.
Or you know, hope that someone else will decide to take pity on him, and bother to make sure that the new guy with zero combat skills doesn't just immediately die. There's that, if he's lucky.
E Oh God, they were going to die, they were going to die.
Long angry gashes decorate their limbs, courtesy of a mad scramble to get away from the terrifying murder queen. They're crouched down behind a broken down earthmover, but this cover won’t keep them safe forever. He needs to find something he can use, some weapon they can call upon...
...then he spots the explosives, and a terrible idea is formed.
The first part is simple; thanks to their open wounds, they already have more than enough access to their blood. They hold the gash of one wound over the barrel, red blood dripping onto it. Until the blood turns blue, and bright, and moving, wriggling like little maggots of bright blue light that twist and burrow into the barrel.
“Fire in the hole, get out of the bloody way!” he yells to anyone unlucky enough to be nearby, before pushing the barrel towards the Queen and her brood...and booking it hard it in the other direction.
They wait until - they hope - they are far enough out of range. They glance behind briefly to make sure the Queen was right near the barrel, and everyone else was out of the blast range.
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“Um,” Matthew says, as someone tries to hand him a bloody gun. They stare down at it in dismay. “I don’t…” he starts, but the manager is off making a hasty exit before he even gets to the chance to say, ‘Sorry, I don’t have the faintest idea how to use a gun, what the fuck.’
They look down at the weapon. Gingerly reaches out, and pokes what he thinks is the safety into what he really hopes is the ‘on’ position. If it weren’t for the fact that he strongly suspects that he won’t like what happens if he loses the bloody thing, he’d seriously consider just dumping it somewhere. Whatever they were going to need the guns for, it wasn't going to do Matthew any good.
Bugger trying to find any bloody eggs, he just wanted to get out of this alive.
He reaches out with his senses, searching for anything that he could actually use. Working mains would be a godsend, but he there weren't any to find - no spark of electricity, no crackle of a high-voltage powerline. He'd have to rely on other magics to get out of this alive.
Or you know, hope that someone else will decide to take pity on him, and bother to make sure that the new guy with zero combat skills doesn't just immediately die. There's that, if he's lucky.
E
Oh God, they were going to die, they were going to die.
Long angry gashes decorate their limbs, courtesy of a mad scramble to get away from the terrifying murder queen. They're crouched down behind a broken down earthmover, but this cover won’t keep them safe forever. He needs to find something he can use, some weapon they can call upon...
...then he spots the explosives, and a terrible idea is formed.
The first part is simple; thanks to their open wounds, they already have more than enough access to their blood. They hold the gash of one wound over the barrel, red blood dripping onto it. Until the blood turns blue, and bright, and moving, wriggling like little maggots of bright blue light that twist and burrow into the barrel.
“Fire in the hole, get out of the bloody way!” he yells to anyone unlucky enough to be nearby, before pushing the barrel towards the Queen and her brood...and booking it hard it in the other direction.
They wait until - they hope - they are far enough out of range. They glance behind briefly to make sure the Queen was right near the barrel, and everyone else was out of the blast range.
And then they set their blood on fire.
BOOM!