stay out my way motherfucker

[makingthetime]

Who: Everyone involved in the Tyrant player plot!
What: It's time to Kill A Tyrant.
When: End of April.
Where: Clearing outside Lumenwood

Content Warnings: Resident Evil warnings in full play. Zombie horror, body horror, violence, gore, character injury, character deaths. Will update as needed.

[It's easy enough to lure the Tyrant.

Umbrella didn't make it with much in the way of intelligence, you see. Just enough to follow orders, but not so much that it could reason for itself whether those were orders that it ought to follow. So it comes lumbering into a clearing just outside of Lumenwood, situated conveniently far enough to avoid collateral damage. Its steps don't shake the ground, but for some people, it may as well have, the impact of each footstep jarring loose memories of a different time.

But if there's one thing learned from then, it's this: even monsters such as these can die.

It just...takes a lot of firepower to do so.]

Comments

[unphase]

[she stands ready to ice it up all the way, layers of thick ice if need be. and there's one thing to be said about her she's always been tenacious and she hates to lose. so she always fights as hard as she can to make sure that didn't happen. and she gets a grim sort of satisfaction when the Tyrant tried and failed to escape.

and despite her waiflike little princess appearance, she's a tough one, too]

[subject_013]

Charged up again? Hit it when you're ready. We're wearing it down, which is a mixed blessing.

[He knows once the coat comes off the thing, its mutations will kick in. Though that gives it one large weak spot if one can hammer at it long enough.]

[unphase]

Sure am! [and she makes a small show of cracking her knuckles before pouring the ice on the Tyrant, reinforcing what was already there and moving further up its body.

she's hoping and praying that what they're doing is at least making a dent in the stupid thing, that they'll be able to kill it without anyone getting (badly) hurt]

[subject_013]

[The Tyrant flails at the Hunters circling it, but as the practiced warriors they are, they keep a distance from it as they unload more burning arrows at its head and neck.]

[The creature's creator watches, looking from Tinya to the Tyrant and back. The damage seems to be wearing it down, but the way wesker takes a small step back on the roof suggests otherwise.]

You might want to fall back and regroup: your mark is about to mutate.

[unphase]

[she's got to give the Hunters credit, they're really pouring the damage on. and she knows first-hand how deadly fire can be.

she notes the step back. she's been fighting in groups for too long to not notice such cues from her comrades.

and she hovers a little higher in the air] It's getting ready for Round two?

[subject_013]

Round Two will be worse, as it will start hitting harder and moving faster, once that coat comes off. However, it will have a weakness on its chest. And if a contact comes through I may have a weapon to wear it down even faster.

[Something pings in the side pocket of his utility pants. He draws out his Omni, answering it.]

Wesker here. Speak. [A pause... a smirk crosses his face.] All according to plan.

[unphase]

Oh, good. [she says, grim humor coloring her voice] The Mistress knows that if I wanted anything, it would be for that bastard to get even more powerful. Where's the weakness on his chest?

[she continues to hover in the air, out of arm's reach of the Tyrant, but within range that she can fully utilize her Coldblood abilities]

...that's both reassuring and mysterious.

[subject_013]

The ligaments and fascia of the chest will expand, making the heart an easier target. We meant it as a failsafe, if it ever got out of its handlers' control. The downside is, it's still moving fast and striking hard, meaning we'll need more firepower.

[He pockets the Omni.] And while I'll owe a few favors to a ship captain and an armorer from The Gate, I have just the thing en route. If you'll allow me to go collect the necessary.

[He turns on his heel and strides to the end of the roof. Pausing, he vaults off, hitting the ground running, which in his case, means taking off like a black blur.]

["He better have something with oomph," the grizzled Hunter growls.]

[unphase]

Oh, good. As though he wasn't already friendly enough. And, I should be okay, I can keep to the skies unless my powers would have more oomph at a slightly closer range. And, more firepower. I swear, as soon as this thing's dead, we should each get to kick it just for being a pain in the ass.

[and at that, she arches an eyebrow] Really? Now this I have to see.

[she watches curiously as he takes off faster than any human should be able to.

I sure hope so. This bastard needs to just fucking die!]

[subject_013]

You're welcome to kick the thing, once I've taken a sample or two. You've earned it, and the creature's more than worn out the welcome it didn't even have.

((OOC: Switching over to the second phase thread...))