Branching Out; A Torch To Pass On Oct 20, 2013 21:14:09 GMT -5
Post by Aubs on Oct 20, 2013 21:14:09 GMT -5
Petty Officer Wilde was trying his best to keep the men at arms, because he knew that the moment they gave into fear of the larger, stronger, and faster Fishmen they would all be dead. Even with the training that the Hunters had been given they still couldn’t match nonhumans in combat. Their only chance was to hold on until more Marines arrived. It was fortuitous then, when the Petty Officer looked up in the darkness of night just outside his little field of torches and saw a fast approaching mass of smog and white smoke. It could only mean one thing…that they were saved.
Another chip of stone rained down on River from his dissolving cover. The low wall at his back was not strong enough to stand up against the onslaught on projectiles from their fishy foe. Ward would need a distraction, and whether he wanted to or not River would have to provide that for him. With one more glance over at Barto, who was himself looking very excited at the prospect of an assault, the Chief mentally prepared himself. River growled under his breath, a sign that he was quiet angry at the situation, and leapt up and over the railing with one arm used as a fulcrum to fling himself forward. Barto did the same unquestioning, his sword rattling as he moved. Only now did River have the chance to look directly at the target. He was a rather un-extraordinary specimen as far as fishmen went. Maybe 7 feet tall and of a milky complexion he had a single fin protruding out that River could spot. The fin was black, mostly likely making him one of the reef sharks or something. He wore simple shorts of a black color and an orange shirt that was left open to reveal a series of red tattoos on his arms and chest. The look was topped off with an orange bandana on his head, matching his shirt; so while he was trendy looking he didn’t seem that scary. However, the water that he sent rocketing at our heroes did seem special, and at the very least it solved that little mystery.
The veteran marine leapt forward and rolled behind whatever he could find as cover, while Barto kept charging. Edging out from his new spot River witnessed his soldier continue to charge, screaming as he did but not using what he had been taught to ensure he would win the exchange. The fishmen simple flipped his hand over and shot another dart of condensed water that ploughed through Barto’s sternum. Before his friend could even hit the ground River was leaping through the air at the enemy, channeling his Conviction into one blow. But for all the force he could muster the Fishmen delivered to him instead a back hand that sent River tumbling off past Barto’s body. With a smirk the pirate turned to follow after the Chief when the crack of a gun ripped through the air. After a brief pause the wall beyond the fight at hand erupted with a large crater of a single high caliber round smashing into weak stone. Slowly, almost like he was sinking the Fishmen began to sink towards the ground, blood running down his head from the bullet wound in his skull.
Not long after Maxwell was crouched over Barto’s bleeding body as well as River, working frantically to dress his own wound. Ward was once again scouting what windows he could see, making sure that they were not being watched. “We have got to get inside that building, it won’t be long before more come.”
“Agreed. Maxwell and I will drag Barto into the doorway of the watchtower. You try to go get in contact with the Maiden and ...”
But before River could finish that statement the other two pirates that had been sent to the base early arrived to end this little attempt at taking back the base.
“You’ll pay for that runt!” said the larger of the two, apparently another shark type. The smaller of them, most likely some type of eel by the shape of head simply began to slip to the side, trying to flank them almost casually. River by contrast simply rose to his feet and tightened his grip on his large pistol. He gave his best and trying to stay in control of the engagement, even if Ward was too close to them to be effective as a sniper, and Maxwell too busy tending to Barto to help him. “Where are all the others?” he asked confidently.
And then the two Fishmen charged from opposite sides.