11-01-2018, 11:04 PM
Amy was ripped from her feet with such ferocity, Rune was sure that only the girl's boots remained. There wasn't time to check. A brick wall slammed. Rune flew from her feet. Alarmingly, she didn't land. Pressure squeezed her ribs. Claws dug. She wondered momentarily if she died and this was the crossover to the other side. Think about it, a person is walking down the street then BAM hit by a bus. What would they feel in those moments? A slam and floating was the only thing Rune really imagined. Only, she wasn't floating exactly. Air rushed by her cheeks. Her hands clawed at the bulk lifting her. Another alarming thing was the loss of Baby and associated empty palms. She'd make the most of it, though. Given she definitely wasn't dead. Not yet.
A swing and her fist pummeled into the lump of flesh that carried her through the cold air. It screeched a high-pitched squeal that tried to burst Rune's eardrums. So she did it again and again until her fist was on fire and her arm burned. The moon flickered pale light, and Rune glimpsed gray flesh and saggy skin. She was certain to be a hundred feet in the air and was definitely going to smash like a dropped pumpkin when the she-beast dropped her, but better than carried away by a harpie to its lair.
Twisting like a captured rat, Rune finally broke free and then she floated for real. Her eyes closed, heart tight, but somehow freed of the fear of her impending doom.
Turns out, she wasn't 100 feet in the air. Maybe more like 10 feet. Because she landed very fast, and although quite a blow that knocked all the wind from her body, she wasn't smashed to bits. The groans escaped despite her best effort at bullet-biting silence but she soon rolled to her side and tried to get up. Gunshots popped below, and she realized that she'd been lifted up and out of the ditch and deposited on the nearby grass. Which explained her relative survival from the fall.
Luckily, she had her backup pistol tethered to her leg. It was an itty bitty .380 ACP that was a larvae compared to the hulkster that was Baby, but it fired good enough to suit her purposes.
Rune had to put a hand to her dizzy head as soon as she aimed, and decided to keep to one knee rather than stand all the way up until the Looney Tune stars circling her skull faded. Battle cries and gunshots, screams and splashes drew Rune to the edge of the ditch where she looked over the side and tried to find hide or hair of the lost girl.
"AMY?"
But the fight wasn't done yet.
[[Ooc: Note that I reckon there's 2 more of them. the one that Rune was punching on and is flying around doing its thing and one more likely that hasn't made its debut yet. I don't know if Rune can see Amy or not - I'm assuming its dark down there and she dropped her big gun and the flashlight when she was swept off her feet.]
A swing and her fist pummeled into the lump of flesh that carried her through the cold air. It screeched a high-pitched squeal that tried to burst Rune's eardrums. So she did it again and again until her fist was on fire and her arm burned. The moon flickered pale light, and Rune glimpsed gray flesh and saggy skin. She was certain to be a hundred feet in the air and was definitely going to smash like a dropped pumpkin when the she-beast dropped her, but better than carried away by a harpie to its lair.
Twisting like a captured rat, Rune finally broke free and then she floated for real. Her eyes closed, heart tight, but somehow freed of the fear of her impending doom.
Turns out, she wasn't 100 feet in the air. Maybe more like 10 feet. Because she landed very fast, and although quite a blow that knocked all the wind from her body, she wasn't smashed to bits. The groans escaped despite her best effort at bullet-biting silence but she soon rolled to her side and tried to get up. Gunshots popped below, and she realized that she'd been lifted up and out of the ditch and deposited on the nearby grass. Which explained her relative survival from the fall.
Luckily, she had her backup pistol tethered to her leg. It was an itty bitty .380 ACP that was a larvae compared to the hulkster that was Baby, but it fired good enough to suit her purposes.
Rune had to put a hand to her dizzy head as soon as she aimed, and decided to keep to one knee rather than stand all the way up until the Looney Tune stars circling her skull faded. Battle cries and gunshots, screams and splashes drew Rune to the edge of the ditch where she looked over the side and tried to find hide or hair of the lost girl.
"AMY?"
But the fight wasn't done yet.
[[Ooc: Note that I reckon there's 2 more of them. the one that Rune was punching on and is flying around doing its thing and one more likely that hasn't made its debut yet. I don't know if Rune can see Amy or not - I'm assuming its dark down there and she dropped her big gun and the flashlight when she was swept off her feet.]