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PostSubject: Wasteland Warriors   Wed Jul 22, 2015 9:37 pm

Red dust scattered in a harsh wind swept across the barren landscape, the ground undulating with the ever changing forms of sand dunes. The merciless sun bearing down on anything foolish enough to brave the wasteland, such as the dark hooded shape trudging over a small rise in the dunes. The figure bundled up in a thick leather duster, the coat reaching down to his knees, a loose hood thrown up over his shadowed face. As he crested the dune, he raised his gloved hand up to his brow, shielding his be-goggled eyes from the light of the sun and examining the path before him. A heavy sigh exhaled through the piece of cloth wrapped over his mouth and nose as he rolled his shoulders, adjusting the heavy backpack attached to him with the rustle and clank of a diverse inventory within. The plume of smoke he'd been following since sun up wasn't far from where he currently stood, the source of it still obscured by the dunes in front of him. With careful steps, he half slid, half climbed down the face of the dune, his time and experience in the wasteland allowing him to traverse the dunes with relative ease. Once reaching the bottom, he immediately took his bearings and that of the smoke plume, before heading off again in a roundabout course towards it, having mapped out which dunes to avoid from his previous vantage point. With each step, his fingers spin the chamber of his large revolver within the waist pocket of his duster for one click, mentally counting the clicks as he does as both a way to pass the time and to keep track of which bullets are in which chamber.
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PostSubject: Re: Wasteland Warriors   Wed Jul 22, 2015 10:59 pm

Armageddon, The Rapture, Mankind's Downfall, D-Day.

No matter what you called it, that day had finally come. With it, the world's population was obliterated. Only a few lucky few survived. And 'lucky' was a word that was subjective since mankind was not nice once they were stripped down to their bare bones. It was like every movie and novel had come true, the ones were men went savage and cruel when the world went to shit. Guess man had figured out that much of themselves.

It didn't rain anymore. That had stopped years and years ago when the world decided it had had enough of mankind. From an outside view, it would have been fascinating to watch how quickly everything crumbled under the lack of water. Crops died, animals died, and men rushed to collect as much water as they could but instead, they fought and killed and spilled the water. Putting it to waste and before they knew it, it was just gone. What war and fear didn't kill, the drought did.


'Sand. It feels like water if you squeeze your eyes together just right,' was the first thought that came to her mind as she awoke from her afternoon burn out. She didn't move an inch, remembering to keep her breathing low and steady. Almost as if she were the dead that lay beneath the earth. The sand was what shifted around her. It was always moving as if never satisfied with where it was going. She could hear the wind was calm for the moment but the odd gust told her that it wouldn't be long before a storm approached. Sand dunes were already groaning from the imminent promise.

Or was that something else.

'Like footsteps,' she thought, her eyes flicking open, protected from the sand by a dark cloth that let in only the barest of hints of light from above. She quieted herself, not letting her breathe follow her quickening heartbeat. Fucking Teeth, she thought she had given them the slip earlier. They must have circled back, either figuring they'd stumble across her or perhaps another poor fuck.

However, it didn't take her long to hear that there was only one set of footsteps as they drew closer. They were heavy, clearly a man but he strode confidently as if he knew exactly where he was going. Which was not comforting since it was exactly in the direction where she currently was.

She waiting until there was another gust of wind, the sand groaning with it's movement, exactly what she needed to hide her slight shift to grab her blades strapped to her thighs. Her gun was on her back but that was quickly ruled out because of the noise it made. She didn't know if he had allies nearby. Teeth always fucking traveled in packs, the sick fucks. Plus, he was so near now that a gun at her range wouldn't prove much use.

She would remain still, let him pass by her none the wiser. 'Just keep going, ass wipe,' she thought.

But as he went to pass by her, she heard the click of a gun. 'How'd he know she was there?' Instincts roared into action and she propelled herself from her place beneath the sand, blades wiping out to land her strike.
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PostSubject: Re: Wasteland Warriors   Wed Jul 22, 2015 11:19 pm

A gust of wind swept back towards him from the direction of the smoke, an acrid smell of burning flesh making his nostrils twitch beneath the rag covering it. Everyone knew that smell and dreaded what it meant.

"What are they doing out this far?" his silent thoughts raged as his entire form tensed at the ready, suddenly alert.

As fate would have it, the sand directly beside him shifted a moment after the scent hit him, his already tensed muscles reacting instinctively as he shuffled back smoothly, the sand erupting in a shower as a smaller figure burst forth, the gleam of metal flashing towards his body.

"The fu-!" he swore aloud, his large revolver sliding out of his pocket already in his grasp in time to just barely parry the first blade, the weapon glancing to the side with a loud 'ting' of metal on metal.

Still backtracking down the dune, dislodged sand running in large rivulets with the two figures, always threatening to loosen someone's footing if they're not careful, his free hand striking out with an agility that belies his tall frame, easily towering over six feet. His palm connects with the underside of her wrist as the second blade descends towards him, glancing it in the opposite direction and knicking his shoulder, the blow against the pressure point immediately numbing her hand. Before the feminine figure can launch another attack, he crouches down into a squat and smoothly transitions into a backwards roll down the natural curve of the dune and then flattens onto his back, allowing the low friction of the loose sand and his inertia to carry him down further, his gun raising up to line up the attacker, his thumb pulling back the hammer in preparation for a shot.
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PostSubject: Re: Wasteland Warriors   Wed Jul 22, 2015 11:35 pm

The light nearly blinded her for a moment when she flung herself out of the dune. However, she was able to see the shadow and attacked the fucker. He was quick though which startled her. She had had the advantage from her place of rest but he must have known she was there to counter so well.

She had a moment to tug her goggles down, her eyes meeting his fully covered form, lunging forward to strike him once more but was thrown off when he flung himself backwards and down the hill in a controlled tumble. Her tingling hand was kept pressed close to her body.

"Fuck!" She swore as she saw him come to raise his revolver up in her direction. He had the range now, that's why she was trying to keep him in close quarters. Without thinking, she flung her blade at him which was a fuckin' bad idea since she was bloody throwing away her weapon. It didn't help that she was thrown off balance already from seeing him raise his gun, her body reacting instinctively to dodge. The blade thudded uselessly against his arm, hitting by the handle but it was enough to throw him off.

She slipped down the hill after him. Her form controlled but the sand didn't allow for much since it was stirred by their fight. So when she came to a stop, she landed straight on her ass like a newborn babe.

"You fuckin' di-" she swore, scrambling to stand back up, angry eyes fixed on him but she trailed off.

"You ain't a fuckin' Teeth."
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PostSubject: Re: Wasteland Warriors   Wed Jul 22, 2015 11:49 pm

Reaching the bottom a moment before her, he once again curled his body up into a tumble, this time rising up into a kneeling crouch, his gun training on her as he rose to his new position, the smoothness with which he handled the weapon clearly showing his skill with firearms.

The female ambusher slid to a halt on her rear, sputtering curses like a rust delver and glaring in his direction. The hammer pulled back with thumb until her last string of obscenities reaches him.

A sudden low chuckle emanates from beneath the large hood as he visibly slowly and carefully releases the hammer, preventing the gun from going off.

"You're an observant one, aren't ya?" a gravel like voice chuckled as he stood up, keeping his arm outstretched with the gun cautiously aimed at her from his distance.

"Do you really think it's a good idea to be brawling out here when there's a Teether camp just over the rise?" as he asked this very condescending question, he motioned with his head to her right where the faint smoke plume was still rising, slowly dissipating.

"As much as I enjoy a good fight, I'd rather not have a pack of them come roaming past here while I'm distracted."

With that, he lowers his weapon, giving the first sign of peace, at least temporarily and awaits her response.
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PostSubject: Re: Wasteland Warriors   Thu Jul 23, 2015 12:18 am

"Says the fucktard that was going to shoot a weapon," she drawled back, standing up and walking over to her discarded blade, resheathing it on her thigh. Despite her casual air, she didn't take her eyes from him. Fully prepared to fall back into offense should she need to. She kept the one blade out to be sure.

Using her free hand, she lifted her goggles off her face but didn't remove her mask. It was one of her proudest pieces. An act of intimidation. Something that she had made herself and wore almost constantly. The black fabric encircled her face from below her eyes down to the tops of her shoulders loosely but the most obvious piece was the teeth that were sewn into a wide grin where her mouth would be. A grin of teeth made from Teeth. It was something that always made her chuckle.

Dusting off her clothes, she eyed up the stranger before speaking, "The Teeth have been around for the past few days. It's nothin' new, boy. They be creepin' around looking for somethin' to chew on," she gave him a look she was sure he'd understand.

"Now me, I'd be nottin' good to chew on but you on the other hand, you best be checkin' over your shoulder," she yawned, basking in the heat like a lazy cat.

She liked the heat. Despite it being as warm as a women's cunt outside, she didn't mind the warmth. It was when the colder seasons came around that she didn't like.

"And you're headed the wrong way if you don't want to be runnin' into a Teether."
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PostSubject: Re: Wasteland Warriors   Thu Jul 23, 2015 12:36 am

As soon as she sheathed her failed attempt at a throwing weapon, he pocketed his revolver once more, that hand staying inside to maintain a grip on the firearm. His attention gradually began to wane as she prattled on in the way those survivalist types always seem to prattle.

His eyes wander behind the tinted plastic of his goggles towards the almost indiscernible smoke now, her voice a faint buzzing in the back of his head as he took in the surroundings, re-evaluating the terrain.

"-if you don't want to be runnin' into a Teether." she finished as though scolding a child.

"Yep, stay safe, stranger." He murmured absently as he continued on in the direction he was previously travelling, giving the blade wielder a wide birth and trudging back up the large dune, the constant "click. Click. click." accompanying each step as he spun the chambers of his gun, the female already put to the back of his awareness as he resumes his task of investigating the smoke in search of his quarry.

As he steps past her, a gust of wind causes his duster to flap, rising just enough to reveal the end of a long, red scabbard, a slight curve in the blade of whatever is encased within and reaching down to his lower back.
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PostSubject: Re: Wasteland Warriors   Thu Jul 23, 2015 1:05 am

She said nothing as he cut her off, walking passed her like she was a child. She could tell he was one of them mercenary fellows. They all had a certain air about that, the confidence and general no-fucks-given attitude. They were a group that worked together, not with each other, mind you.. damn fuck wits can't get along to save their lives but someone needed to be doing the dealings. The only problem was, this Tar-head was out on his own, already not looking so hot for him. Not to mention, he hadn't paid attention to what she had just said. Teethers.. thaddaway...

She sheathed her other blade now. Despite the Teethers, the odd Scrub would end up venturing out her way and it was always amusing to watch the light show. Now, mind you, she didn't like the Teeth anymore than the next person but sometimes, when you were on the outskirts, it was fun to watch. Teeth always had to make a big deal out of everything since they were 'top doggie'. You'd think someone who was always itchin' and scratchin' and moaning nonsensical things wouldn't be much of a problem but the fuckers worked in big groups. Apparently sick fucks attracted sick fucks.

Brushing off her tattered pants, leather and rags tied together with bobbles and studs and belts. She turned and jogged up the hill after the man, stooping down to pick up her jacket from where she had napped earlier. With a firm shake and a shrug, she slid it on and continued up the sand dune. The Tar-head and already made it down and was starting up the next dune.

She didn't follow though, glancing beside her, she skipped over to the broken down machinery that was peeking out from the dune. She was pretty sure it used to be something they traveled around in before the Drought, whether it be a truck or a hover, she wasn't sure but she liked the seats and it was in the perfect spot for front row action.

Tugging her goggles down, the girl gave a loud whoop of excitement, causing the man to stutter in his steps, which is probably what saved his life when the movement caused the sand to slide down onto the landmines the Teethers had place to catch any straggling Scrubs trying to bypass their camp.

And just before the wasteland of sand lit up, she yelled out, "Click! Click! BOOM!"

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PostSubject: Re: Wasteland Warriors   Thu Jul 23, 2015 1:30 am

The first explosion drowned out her last word as he dove to the side, going into an uncontrolled roll, a second mine set off from the first explosion and showering the area in another wave of deafening noise and blinding sand.

Coming to a gradual halt with his hood fallen away from his head to expose the short, roughly cropped black hair and a long white scar running from the crown of his head down towards his ear where the tip of which was missing before continuing down along his cheek, before disappearing behind the rag over his lower face.

With his ears ringing, he stumbled back to his feet, clutching the side of his head and patting frantically at his coat pocket where the revolver usually sat.

"Fuck it." He growled as he moved his gaze over the immediate area, searching for the old world heirloom.

Just then, as the ringing subsided, a cacophonous racket of hooting, shouting and manic screaming filled the sudden silence from just on the other side of the ridge above him.

Taking a slow breath, he calmed his body, methodically removing the heavy backpack and laying it in the sand before removing the bulky duster and folding it over the bag. As he did that, a large band of disheveled, stained and screaming individuals crested the dune and immediately spotted him down the bottom, a uniform cry of triumph rising from the group of a dozen before they rushed down the long slope, a mismatch of sharp and blunt instruments made of scavanged or stolen weapons or tools wielded in their shaky, sinewy hands.

His breathing calm and every movement careful and purposeful, with the coat removed, a thin, clinging shirt of a dusty black with raised sections of a harder material covering the chest, shoulders and back shows off the broad, well muscled proportions of the tall figure. His khaki brown pants loose and fitted snugly around his waist, allowing ease of movement. He pulls off the goggles and drops them with the rest of his stuff before taking a side on stance, one hand resting on the hilt of the long Katana strapped to his back, mentally counting down the steps the Teethers will need to get to him.
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PostSubject: Re: Wasteland Warriors   Thu Jul 23, 2015 1:49 am

She laughed from up on her podium, imagining she was an empress in the Colosseum. The men fighting for her amusement. She took what little amusements she could out here in bum-fuck nowheres. Which was pretty much everywhere nowadays.

When he withdrew his Katana, she grew quiet. He was a natural, that much was clear. She hadn't taken him seriously enough when she had first popped out of the dune or when he had focused his revolver on her. She had thought him a Teether and despite them being a giant pain in the ass, they were not good fighters. Their strength came from their numbers. Mind you, the odd Teether was built like a tank and you just did not want them to fall on you.

He was doing a good job of taken them down but there was a good number of Teethers. This was only the first wave though. These ones had been the closet, the big camp of fuckers was further off and it took them longer to get together and head this way. But they had Scooters and those machines were built for dunes. It wouldn't take them long to get here when they got their shit together. And she did not plan on being around when they showed up.

Feeling a little bad for the Tar-head and not being one that passed up a Teether killing spree, she grabbed her SilencerCo Salvo-12 Shotgun Suppressor, the damn thing almost as big as she is which gave her some joy and she started taking shots.

Teethers blowing up like confetti.

"BOOM!" She cried out gleefully.
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PostSubject: Re: Wasteland Warriors   Thu Jul 23, 2015 2:14 am

The cackling laughter of the woman that ambushed him earlier intermingled with that of the Teethers charging at him. His left foot stepped forward a pace, his body lowering into a semi-crouch, back straight and hand still gripping the sheathed sword.

Slow breath in.

"Fifteen."

Slow breath out.

"Nine."

Slow Breath in.

"Five."

As he exhaled, his hand drew the long, curved blade from the red enameled sheath. The keen blade whistled through the dry air with a gleam of polished steel.

"One." he murmured softly to himself.

As his mental count reached one, the blade finished it's path through the air with a wet 'shtick' sound, cutting cleanly through the neck of the first cannibal, the Swordsman stepping smoothly to the side as the already corpse takes a few stuttering steps forward before collapsing in two pieces into the sand.

On his side step, his single handed grip turns the blade and flicks back across the way it came, a grubby hand clutching a crude cleaver falling to the sand and staining the surface in blood, the previous owner of the hand screaming in a different tone to it's compatriots. Another side step and his free hand shoots up from his waist to connect the heel of his palm up into the nose of the one handed Teether with a sickening crunch, driving cartilage into the brain of the thing whilst at the same moment, the sword swipes down in a diagonal cut, a spray of warm blood spattering the swordsman as a third Teether is left with a deep four inch gash from his neck, down to his hip.

Light footsteps dodging away from the next trio of attackers to reach him as the two collapse, his eyes always moving to keep track of his remaining opponents. An obnoxious blast of a firearm from the rise behind him cause him to combat roll to his left immediately in an attempt to dodge whatever was fired, immediately rising to his feet, blade ready. Upon reaching his feet, he manages to catch sight of a Teether exploding in a haze of meaty bits in time with a second shot.
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PostSubject: Re: Wasteland Warriors   Thu Jul 23, 2015 1:24 pm

She fell right into her zone, a calm coming over as she killed Teether after Teether, pausing every 8 rounds to reload but the Tar-head did a good job of handling himself when she was. The sand dunes were painted with red, guts and gore splattered about. And screams of pain, grunts of exertion, and the sound of her gun bounced around the area, seeming loud because of how calm it was out there. Which made her pause for a moment.

The numbers were dwindling. Coming down to the last couple of men which were quickly disbanded by a sharp edge of a Katana and just as the last man fell, the winds picked up and started howling. She quickly reholstered her gun on her back and stood up quickly, pulling her hood over her head and making sure her goggles were secured. Shit was about to go down and they needed to high tail it outta here.

She wasn't realy sure why that included the Tar-head but she figured he was good with a weapon so it couldn't hurt to have him tag along, if only for a bit.

"OI! Tar-Head,"She yelled huskily over the wind, "We've gots to get our feet going. The big camp of Teethers will be coming over those dunes in a few moment," she pointed to the East. "And this sand storm is going to a good job of masking our trail!" She waved him towards her, trying to hurry him up.
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PostSubject: Re: Wasteland Warriors   Mon Dec 21, 2015 11:39 pm

Exhaling slowly as the last Cannibal collapsed face first into the gore soaked sand, the darkly clad swordsman gave a sharp flick of his wrist, splattering the blood staining his blade onto the ground where it belonged.

A quick flourish of movement to re-sheathe the blade, before he acknowledged the words of the shotgun toting female behind him, his gaze rising to the gathering darkness ahead.

"Well...that's unfortunate." He murmurs softly to himself, cursing his damnable luck today.

Moving hurriedly, he throws his duster back on, once again concealing his Katana beneath it's leather covering before slipping the goggles over his eyes and shouldering the heavy pack once more. Frantically, his gaze scanned around him again, his stomach going into knots as it came up empty.

Just then, a rumble of a distant engine is caught by his sharp ears and he turns to the gathering storm. There, that smaller plume of dust. That's part of a much different storm. Seems like their presence didn't go unnoticed by the main camp, what with all the explosions.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuck." He growls despairingly as he's forced to leave behind his favored heirloom, buried somewhere amongst the dune to rust away into oblivion.

Breaking into a trot, he scaled the dune back the way he had come, avoiding any further mines, the female already long gone from her seated position, presumably running as fast as he stubby little legs will allow.

His long strides quickly bring her into view a half minute later, scrambling skillfully up the dune ahead of him. His head turned back to check the progress of the pursuing storms, his eyes widening in horror beneath the tinted plastic.

Half a kilometer behind them, a horrifying variety of vehicles raced toward them, kicking up a large plume of dust. The main Teether force was in hot pursuit, multiples of them often clinging to the one scooter, their howls for blood lost in the cacophony of the sickly sounding engines. Each 'scooter' was comprised of different vehicles that had been scavenged or stolen, often times looking as though a mad scientist had given life to a trash golem. Some hovered (barely), some struggled through the sand on thick tires or sleds, often a combination of either three. Bones decorated every vehicle in a macabre work of intimidating art, using the dead victims to strike fear into future prey.

And barely a kilometer behind the salivating gang of cannibals, the true storm. Stretching as far as he could see, the dark silence of a wasteland dust storm pursued the living, The rolling clouds of sand producing flashes of light, massive bolts of lightning striking within it's mass from the static electricity produced.

"Girl!" He roars as his pace quickens, scrambling up after her to catch up. "Stop! We can't outrun this. You need to stay by me." He pants softly, stopping a few feet behind her, waiting intently for her to listen.
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PostSubject: Re: Wasteland Warriors   Sat Jan 30, 2016 5:33 pm

She snorted as she made her way up the next hill, "Yee right, ya Tar-Head. Yer the one that won't make it at the pace your fat ass is movin'!" She started cackling to herself as she peeked over her shoulder at him only to have her laughter trail off. Fuckin' hell, she had waited around too long, helping kill off the first wave. Now the big fucks were already upon them. "Ah great! Jus' feckin' grand! Look wha' your slow ass got us in ta!"

A strong gust nearly lifted her off her feet as she reached the top of the dune, sending her moving quicker down the dune with a slight whoop of excitement and adrenaline. The feckin' Tar-Head might be right. The damn Teethers were making much better time since they were on their damn speed demons. Her and the Tar-Head's feet weren't going to beat that unless they somehow were able to lose them in the storm. She considered for a moment going sand diving but that's what the Teethers probably figured they'd do, the sandstorm might end up burying her a little too deep too, and not to mention the big lug behind her would be hard to hide - not that she cared if he did or not, but he couldn't be trusted to keep his damn trap shut.

She glanced back over her shoulder at the mercenary. "Well, do ya got a plan or are you just trying to talk my ear off? 'Cuz yer stupid if you think I'm just going to stop and let the Teethers chew on me bones," her raspy voice hard to hear over the oncoming storm. Years of inhaling sand damaging her vocal cords down to a husky noise.

A loud rumble of thunder rattling her bones and the hair on her arm started to raise. The damn storm was coming in fast and it was going to be a doozy. She slipped her tongue out to taste the lightning in the air.
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PostSubject: Re: Wasteland Warriors   Sat Jan 30, 2016 6:07 pm

Swearing under his breath as she continued on down the dune, ignoring his advice as though making it to his age in this profession, meant nothing.

"You have got to be the thickest damn scavenger I've ever had the unpleasantness of meeting." He growled after her, before turning to face the oncoming wave of death.

Carefully placing the heavy pack on the ground, he unzipped it to rummage inside. After a few moments and multiple oaths that would make a teether blush, he withdrew a thick-set belt. As wide as his hand and made of leather an inch thick, the real eye catcher was the large 'buckle' attached to it. A massive Square of polished metal, with a circle cut directly in the center of it, just large enough to fit a finger into. Above the hole, a small indent in the shape of a winged reptile indicated a button.

Quickly slipping the belt over one shoulder and the opposite arm like a bandoleer, he returned to his rummaging, this time quickly finding the item he searched for. A small, circular metal device that fit into the palm of his hand, with an even smaller screen that lit up brightly with a quick push of a button on the side.

"Salamander, come in." Spider spoke into the small device, waiting a moment before repeating.

"Salamander, are you there?" His voice growing more desperate as the teethers launched over a dune no more than three hundred meters away.

"Pick up the fucking receiver, Duck!" He growled, throwing the backpack over one shoulder and sliding down the dune that the girl had previously taken.

With a sharp click, the display on the device changed from a warm white, to a cool blue before a voice crackled through an unseen speaker on the oval of metal.

"Spider? The fuck you doing, calling me after what you did four months ago?" A raspy male voice responded.

"Duck, I have a storm rolling up on my position, with an entire gang of teethers bearing down on me just ahead of it."

"So? Fuck you, you lanky prick. Pull yourself out of the goddamn dung heap, this time!" Growled the voice on the other side of the call, before another click and the screen returned to the white lighting.

"You can have my Ravager..." Spider sighed as he murmured into the silence.

The screen flashed blue for a split second and clicked, before going silent once more. The teethers launched over another dune, closing the distance as he climbed to the top of another. Catching the girl as she finally stopped to examine the oncoming hell heading towards them.
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PostSubject: Re: Wasteland Warriors   Sat Jan 30, 2016 6:37 pm

She choked out a laugh before responding, "Well, yer one of the more cheerful Tar-Heads that I've met. At least you fuckin' talk." She always thought them mercenary people were too serious. Yeah, yeah. We were all going to die in a sucky way at one time or another but they didn't have to be so morose about it all the time. Enjoy the moments. Don't be such a little bitch.

The storm was now howling around them, the sand feeling like it was tearing the top layer of skin off as it was blowing around. She hadn't expected the storm to be this bad. Guess she had underestimated it and if it was feckin' going to kill her, she'd go down fighting. Her little form was struggling to get up the next sand dune, powerful thighs pumping her way up but the wind was making it almost too difficult as it pushed at her and shift the sand beneath her feet.

There was no better feeling then getting to the top of a dune only to run down the other side. She liked the feeling that she was almost going to fast for her feet to handle and the large lunges that one would need to take to keep from face planting. Fucksakes, she knows how that feels. But as she breached the top with another whoop of excitement, a gust blasted her and made her lose her balance, her arms flailing back to stop her decent but there was no way to stop herself as she slammed back and knocked the wind out of herself.

Laying there for a good minute, she tried to suck in a gasp of air only to be slammed into by a large body. "Oi! What the fuck?! Get yer grubby hands off o'me!" she rasped as soon as she was able to breathe, her arms moving to fight him off. But he had wrapped an arm around her biceps, pinning them almost uselessly to her body and smashing her gun into her spine which was god damn uncomfortable.

"You wanted a plan now stop squirming!" He growled back at her, fiddling around with his free hand behind her.

She was wild in his hold, not wanting to get caught by the Teethers. She had been once and she wasn't going back. "I'll feckin' bite you, you yellow bellied bastard.."
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PostSubject: Re: Wasteland Warriors   Sat Jan 30, 2016 7:02 pm

Just as he was about to crest the dune, a strong gust of wind swept the girl off her feet, sending her sliding on her rear like a retarded penguin. Reacting without thought, he rolled to the side to intercept her, Digging his feet into the side of the dune and catching her between his body and a thickly muscled arm, her momentum sliding him further down another meter before he managed to stop her.

"You wanted a plan, now stop squirming!" He growled, his free hand sliding between her gun and his chest to press a finger against the button of his belt, the metal springing to life with a dull vibration almost immediately, his hair lifting all over his body, more so than from the static electricity of the storm bearing down on them.

Climbing to his feet, he pulled her up with him, maintaining his tight grip around her chest. They could both notice how aggressively the sand whipped around them now, starting to limit their vision. Except that the storm seemed to be mysteriously non-existent for about a foot in front of his face.

"My shield will keep back the worst of the storm from us, for a time. But you have to stay close, it only projects a bubble a foot in diameter from my body." He explained, his arm releasing her finally.

And then the roar of engines broke through the wailing of the storm, the haphazard vehicles of the teether gang circling the pair, hooting and cheering victoriously, the occasional shot hissing through the air or sinking into the sand at their feet.

"Unfortunately, it does nothing about bullets..." He laughed behind her, his own metallic hiss accompanying their bullets as he withdrew his blade.
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PostSubject: Re: Wasteland Warriors   Sat Jan 30, 2016 7:20 pm

"That's yer feckin' plan?! Whoopty fuckin' doodoo! So glad I should 'ave stopped fer that!" She could feel her left temple throbbing in irritation as she jerkily pulled the gun out from her back harness. A sharp noise of metal hitting metal rang out and she felt her right toes vibrate in pain as a bullet bounced off the front of her steel toed boots. Good thing she had refurbished them in the last scrap pile she found a few days ago.

"Oi! Ya'll can fuck off too! And watch where yer shootin'! Your aim sucks so bad you'll take out a buddies eye!" She hollered, jamming the ammo in her gun. Fuckin' Teethers were playing with them, as they always do. They had no concept for working together despite the fact that they always came in big groups. The fuckers thought it was funny when their prey fought back. They didn't care if they lost a few men in the long run since that just meant more food for them. They enjoyed the chase and the fight before.

Raising her gun, she unloaded her clip into exactly eight heads in rapid succession. "Never mind, I'll do it for ya's!" yelping out as another bullet whizzed by her face, feeling a sharp sting on the tip of her ear.

"And how the hell am I suppos' to stay within one foot of ya when yer runnin' into battle with a freakin' metal stick like some old ass tin-man!?" She was temped to shoot him in the ass right where he stood. Just a little. She even considered it for a longer moment as she reloaded her weapon once more with her last clip. If she shot him, maybe the Teethers would be satisfied with him and she could run away as they were sucking the meat of his bones.

"C'mere pretty fing! I'll dick you right!" A Teether yelled out to her as he grabbed his junk and thrust wantonly her way, winning him hoots from his comrades.

Or not. Looks like they'd be following her even if she sacrificed the Tar-Head. Guess she'd keep him around since he was shootin' the right way.


"No thanks, dickless!" She yelled out before shooting the Teether right between the legs. Seven of eight bullets left.
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PostSubject: Re: Wasteland Warriors   Sat Jan 30, 2016 8:35 pm

The storm pressed in on them, the previously invisible shield crackling with energy, the outline of it looking similar to heat on the horizon. The voices of the cannibals swallowed by the roar of the storm, a flash of orange and black followed by intense heat as a pair collided into one another, the shoddy engineering causing an exposed fuel tank to ignite from the sparks. The heat and smoke is quickly washed away by the powerful gusts.

Turning his back to hers, he rapidly swung his Katana in a downward motion, cutting a crossbow bolt in half and halting its momentum.

"Who the fuck uses bows?!" He exclaimed, the irony of using a sword to cut it, lost on him.

"Yer, great feckin' plan. Now we can die slower!" The girl yelled sarcastically over the roar of the storm to him.

He couldn't see the Teethers anymore, just the occasional moving shadow. Until out of the whirling sand, a pair of disheveled creatures charged towards them on foot, brandishing cleavers of some variety. With one hand gripping his blade, he latched onto the back of her belt, Pulling her with him as he stepped forward to meet the attack, three quick flicks of his wrist leaving one to try and claw at his spilling intestines, the second stumbling forward without a head to slump to his knees, immediately disappearing once more into the blinding sandstorm.

Turning his head to say something to the girl sheltered against him, he had just enough time to see the large golfball sized round flying towards them out of the corner of his eyes.

"Mov-!" he tried to shout, pushing against her back in an attempt to get her out of the way, before an explosion rocked him to the core.

The frag round connected with the sand a few feet from them, the shield crackling loudly as it absorbed a fraction of the blast, before the concussion sent them flying off their feet, Spider eating a face full of sand, every bone in his body aching instantly.

Rolling himself over to lay on his back, trying to gasp in air and sputter out sand at the same time, he barely noticed the large group of shadows stalking closer to him.
"The girl. Where the hell did she go?" he thought to himself dizzily, turning his head in an attempt to find his temporary companion.

A hulking beast of a teether was suddenly looming over him, a shotgun as big as the girl he was searching for, aimed right at his face. A grotesque, almost toothless smile greeted him, his body heaving with silent laughter.

And then light. Burning, heavenly light engulfing them all. Not just one, but four, like Angels come to rescue the heroes from the Demons of Hell. Only these angels were attached to a giant piece of advanced technology. Twin engines howled from above as the flying vehicle switched to hover, the heat turning sand to glass. Attached to the underside of each wingtip and the nose of the cockpit, the four rays of light shone through powerful spotlights. The vehicle spun on it's axis to bring the it's broadside to bear on the large group below, the large metallic door of the passenger bay sliding open. And above all of the engines, the storm, the ringing of his ears, one sound stood out. An obnoxiously loud whirring noise coming from that open door. And then hellfire. The doorway lit up like a fireworks display as a mounted gun spewed forth holy vengeance upon the demons, literally ripping them to shreds as it mowed from one side of the battlefield to the other, explosions lighting up the duststorm where armour piercing rounds found fuel tanks.

Spider had time to raise his hand, smirking beneath his mask as he waved goodbye to the brute above him, it's eyes widening in horror, pumping back the slide of the shotgun intending to take the Merc with it, before a flurry of rounds sliced him in half, from the waist.
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PostSubject: Re: Wasteland Warriors   Sat Jan 30, 2016 9:19 pm

She was secretly cackling inside, 'who the fuck uses bows?' She would definitely remember that one for next time. The storm was finally upon them in full force. Her skin was going to raw by the time she got out of here. She'd be fuckin' smooth as a babe's bottom. The silver-blue-green goggles, hood, and face mask were doing a good job of blocking the majority of it but sand had always made it's way into the slits and crevasses.

Another curse spilled out of her lips as she was suddenly tugged along side by her belt by the Tar-Head before he slice and diced one of the Teethers. It sent a bit of a chill up her spine being that close to a sharp weapon that wasn't her own. She knew she had to stay close to him for the shield but that didn't mean she had to like it. She shivered again as she unloaded another shot into an oncoming enemy, yelling a battle cry that was almost drowned out by the wind. She hated the cold and this storm was making it damn frigid out. And that made her cranky.

Slamming her foot into another Teether who ran at her, she slammed her hand forward on the top of LiLi, making a blade slide out on the gun and she pierced the fallen enemy right in the skull before moving back closer to the mercenary which was apparently a mistake as a red-hot boomboom landed at their feet.

"Aw fu-" she yelled out before she was thrown off her feet and tossed airborne. For the third time that day, she came down hard on her back, squeezing her eyes firmly closed to try and fight off the blackness from having the wind knocked out of her. But she had no time for lolly-gagging and quickly rolled away in time for an axe to slam down where she had been laying just before.

"Don't need ya alive to fuck ya!" A Teether cried out as he swung his axe her way again.

Quickly, she raised her gun and pulled the trigger, only for it to make a soft 'click' noise. "Son of a-" she swore before trying to misdirect his swing with a swing of her gun. The metal vibrated under her hands as the axe connected, sending her spiraling away, still in one piece but a hella lot more sore. She tossed the gun to the ground and unsheathed her blades from her thighs and let out a war-cry as she charged at the much larger man.

Ducking under one of his swings, she lunged up and stuck him with both blades, right in the shoulders. They fell like a piece of scrap metal and she struggled to pull her blades out of the now dead Teether, "Gimme them back, ya lug-head!" Trying to be quick as the other Teethers moved towards her.

So when the sky lit up, she thought another explosion was going off but instead her and the other Teethers turned their eyes to the sky and let their mouths drop. It began lighting the sky up with fireworks, setting Bone-Wheels and Teethers aflame. Her blade made a wet sound as the slide out of the corpses shoulder, making her face plant the sand because of the unexpected moment. Pushing herself up onto her knees, she looked back up at the Wings and rasped out, "I feckin' want one!"
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