08-18-2013, 03:38 PM
The freezer was Rune's only idea, but it turned out to be a watered down (pun intended) effort but if anyone could get it done, surely Cuddles would be the best bet they had.
The weaponized freon slowed the Bannik somewhat. With two targets it seemed confused, as though torn between who to punish first. That was its job after all, to punish those which crossed its domain and break its laws. There were all sorts of legends about spirits that floated around sweat tents, saunas and bath houses.
The freon hurt it somewhat, well, "hurt" was a far fetched term. The rolling lava beneath its black skin slowed and a hissing sound filled Rune's ears. She tried spraying the thing with gunfire once more, but all she accomplished was ringing ears and hot hands.
Aria sprinted in, but Rune was too focused on the creature to notice the drawing of her hands across her chest. If there were traditions that appeased a bannik, Rune didn't know what they were. She only knew how to kill one, and that meant they had to get it cold enough to make its neck solid enough to slice off its shoulders.
Aria yelled for the pipes, and Rune flushed hot with excitement. Yes!
She glanced at Hood, who chucked her a fresh mag. The subsonic hollow points they'd stocked up weren't liable to do much at punching through walls and pipes after all. He tossed her a clip of full metal jackets and moments later, Rune was spraying the ceiling with firepower over the Bannik's head. The drywall was peppered with a million holes and rained down a fog of white powder atop the Bannik.
It thrummed a loud noise, that hive of bees vibrating deep within its core, and turned back to Rune. She stepped backward instinctively, but never took her eyes off the mark. Hood shone a beam from his flashlight so she could see, but by that point, so much dust and asbestos fogged the air, Rune was shooting upward blind to what she was aiming. There was metal though. The twang of bullets striking copper sparked. Something was up there, but the copper took a beating and kept on keeping on.
The Bannik put two and two together and came for her. Rune grit her teeth and kept punching at the ceiling. The dust swarmed into her eyes, watering them painfully, and choked her nose with gritty snot she couldn't quite swallow. One pipe finally bust open, and water dripped out no harder than a leaky faucet.
Rune's swearing was lost in the hissing. A few drops landed on the Bannik's shoulder, scabbing it over instantly. She didn't have endless rounds, and if she didn't find the right spot sooner rather than later, the Bannik was going to have four corpses swinging from the tracks.
There were shower heads on the walls, but no framing in the ceiling to indicate where the supply pipes ran. This was a basement. So something had to streak overhead! There were tracks over by the lockers that held the curtains. There was even a track on this side of the room, but no curtain dangled from -- wait! That wasn't a track, it was a sprinkler line!
She swung the SMG and fired dead at it, heart pounding, hands warm and fingers sore from the grip. She prayed the head was still pressurized.
It burst a firehose of water, raining out in an arc so hard it stung Rune's face. Thank goodness she had on waterproof mascara! She felt her hair flatten against her ears. Water loosened her grip on the SMG and the blood leaking around the floor ran thin with dilution down the slope toward the drain.
The Bannik screamed a horrible hiss as the water drenched its shape. Smoke curled up as it writhed, unable to move, but every bend of its limbs crackled and splintered, flakes of heavy ash broke off its body and shattered against the floor. "Now Aria!" Rune yelled, spotting another sprinkler and smacking it off just like the first, dousing its back. An inch of water coursed around Rune's feet but she refused to give up her footing. Not now.
The weaponized freon slowed the Bannik somewhat. With two targets it seemed confused, as though torn between who to punish first. That was its job after all, to punish those which crossed its domain and break its laws. There were all sorts of legends about spirits that floated around sweat tents, saunas and bath houses.
The freon hurt it somewhat, well, "hurt" was a far fetched term. The rolling lava beneath its black skin slowed and a hissing sound filled Rune's ears. She tried spraying the thing with gunfire once more, but all she accomplished was ringing ears and hot hands.
Aria sprinted in, but Rune was too focused on the creature to notice the drawing of her hands across her chest. If there were traditions that appeased a bannik, Rune didn't know what they were. She only knew how to kill one, and that meant they had to get it cold enough to make its neck solid enough to slice off its shoulders.
Aria yelled for the pipes, and Rune flushed hot with excitement. Yes!
She glanced at Hood, who chucked her a fresh mag. The subsonic hollow points they'd stocked up weren't liable to do much at punching through walls and pipes after all. He tossed her a clip of full metal jackets and moments later, Rune was spraying the ceiling with firepower over the Bannik's head. The drywall was peppered with a million holes and rained down a fog of white powder atop the Bannik.
It thrummed a loud noise, that hive of bees vibrating deep within its core, and turned back to Rune. She stepped backward instinctively, but never took her eyes off the mark. Hood shone a beam from his flashlight so she could see, but by that point, so much dust and asbestos fogged the air, Rune was shooting upward blind to what she was aiming. There was metal though. The twang of bullets striking copper sparked. Something was up there, but the copper took a beating and kept on keeping on.
The Bannik put two and two together and came for her. Rune grit her teeth and kept punching at the ceiling. The dust swarmed into her eyes, watering them painfully, and choked her nose with gritty snot she couldn't quite swallow. One pipe finally bust open, and water dripped out no harder than a leaky faucet.
Rune's swearing was lost in the hissing. A few drops landed on the Bannik's shoulder, scabbing it over instantly. She didn't have endless rounds, and if she didn't find the right spot sooner rather than later, the Bannik was going to have four corpses swinging from the tracks.
There were shower heads on the walls, but no framing in the ceiling to indicate where the supply pipes ran. This was a basement. So something had to streak overhead! There were tracks over by the lockers that held the curtains. There was even a track on this side of the room, but no curtain dangled from -- wait! That wasn't a track, it was a sprinkler line!
She swung the SMG and fired dead at it, heart pounding, hands warm and fingers sore from the grip. She prayed the head was still pressurized.
It burst a firehose of water, raining out in an arc so hard it stung Rune's face. Thank goodness she had on waterproof mascara! She felt her hair flatten against her ears. Water loosened her grip on the SMG and the blood leaking around the floor ran thin with dilution down the slope toward the drain.
The Bannik screamed a horrible hiss as the water drenched its shape. Smoke curled up as it writhed, unable to move, but every bend of its limbs crackled and splintered, flakes of heavy ash broke off its body and shattered against the floor. "Now Aria!" Rune yelled, spotting another sprinkler and smacking it off just like the first, dousing its back. An inch of water coursed around Rune's feet but she refused to give up her footing. Not now.