Mallrat Madness - RPLOG
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Date
30/6/2013
Log
There's a rumbling in the background that doesn't quite fit the lack of real overcast overhead. One block from the mall and hunkered down at the back passageway that serves as one of the rodent's emergency escape routes, a hooded rodent is mumbling anxiously to himself as he shifts from foot to foor with shopping bag in hand. The clothes felt far too itchy, his watch that he hadn't worn in ages felt too damn tight. Everything about this just seemed /wrong/. What was he doing? He could hear a crowd in the distance, but the rat is currently looking up and down the street for something..else. "C'mon, damnit.." The guard wouldn't be gone for too long before they start manning up every exit, even the hidden ones.
Pog is grinning like a devil, giddy as can be. For the mostpart she blended into the mutant crowd- she belonged there, after all. She had climbed to the top of the tallest pile of debris she can find, cheering on the crowd, "This is only the first step to truly breaking the chains of Prometheus! Those traitorous rats are in league with everyone who's ever harassed us, hurt us, killed us... Restrained us! They supply them with the means to do so! So I say we cut them off once and for all! Remember, patience is key- but once Charlie sends the signal, show them the true power of 'ferals'!" With that, she lets out a vicious, feline roar to excite the crowd all the more, then leaps down off the debris, striding her way around to meet her lieutenant. Once she turns into the passage, she nods towards him. "Lead the way, Charlie-boy."
Mickey's ears droop. This rat is clearly one out of place of the riot, but hey. If there's a party. "Yeeeah.." he squeaks, his voice drowned comepletely by the mob. "Hope you know what you're doin'," he chitters as he puts his paws on the piece of drywood that was apparenly secured along with the others; this one easily slides aside to reveal the parking lot of the mall. "I'll meet ya by the East exit. If you're on time," he adds with a mumble, then steps over the frame quickly to avoid the rush of mobs as he pulls out an airhorn and lets it blare.
The rabble were an entity unto themselves at this point, a teeming swarm of various mutants and borderline ferals that had become malcontent with the way the Mallrats were running the show milled about, anger, frustration and despertion fueling them.
They needed someone to blame for their troubles and a way to feed themselves and their children...if they gave a damn about what fell from between their legs at all. So when The tigress gave her little speach, the crowd answered back with a mixed roar of it's own! Yeah! Fuck those rats! Fucking corporate sell outs! Oh they couldn't wait....
Flying high above the scene below, Glein was armored and geared for combat. "Command, Dragoon here. Currently 250 feet AGL, and I can confirm, we've got a large group of creatures. One seemed to give a speech or something, becuase they're pumped up." Glein said, tapping the mic and earpeice combo currently in her left ear. "Can we get someone inside the mall in time to warn them?" Glein asked, wanting to get down there and calm teh situation, or stop it, but only could wing above it as an observer. It was agrivating.
UHSC command responds in piecemill text fashion. [Maintain line-ofsight. Mallrats have their own weapons and lookouts. Don't get involved unless assistance is requested. Both sides of conflict are your priority.]
Inside the mall the whispers of the mob pass from rat to rat in the classic game of telephone. Thankfully reception is good; it takes only a few minutes after the speech for word to finally reach the chilly top of Mt. Cool. Calmly, he filters down his own instructions. Stay chill, watch the doors, get ready to go on lockdown. He himself would go personally to the manager's office to access the PA system and alert the shoppers. "So like, there's a party out there that seems too hot, so if you're not done with your trip here then just start chillin' in the food court till it all blows over. Yeah?"
Xolotl has been hunting, stalking the city streets for prey, for the Blessing of Change. But now, a commotion, a flare of noise and crowd-scent, catches its attention. What's this? Gliding into the group as the mob gathers, Xolotl listens with fascinated curiosity to the tigress's speech, and the answering roars all around it. It has no care for these things - they are beneath its concern - but the sheer raw intensity of the emotion, and the concentration of pheromones in the air from so many passionate bodies all in one place - oh, it was intoxicating! The Hungry One would stick around, and flow with the mob, as one with it. Its forked tongue flicks, tasting the air repeatedly as it savors the crowd's mingled essences.
Edel passes a bit of tech to a rat in exchange for a few cans of the pop that the small husky enjoys so much. After tucking the drinks into her dufflebag, she turns to look out towards the exit of the mall, a frown forming on her muzzle as she draws her hood up. "Well, that doesn't sound at all pleasant." She shuffles off behind part of the scenery, reaching around behind her back to check that her new rifle had a magazine in it.
Cardison looks less than certain as her haggling for a book of old fantasy art is interrupted by the commotion in the lower levels. "Thaaat doesn't sound like normal squabbles..." She peeks out over the edge of the walkway, tail curled around herself to give her some semblance of decency - Though the implication of being dressed in naught but one's own tail may work against that goal. She perks at the squeal of the PA, making quick last minute offers for the book before hugging it against herself as she follows the instructions and heads for the food court. "Always a new adventure..."
Pog nods to Charlie and gets straight to work, looking along the wall and feeling against it for grooves or loose bricks or any of that silly secret agent stuff when she notices an indent in the wall that should've been obvious from how close she was. Feeling less than tactically genius she pries open the false wall, slipping through and leaving it open behind her, leading into what looks a lot like a slightly winding maintenance tunnel. Cautiously the tiny tigress pads down what is a lot like a grand hall to her, wary of bumping into a mallrat at any turn. There was a grate somewhere around here...
Glein growls at that. "Roger that Command. Maintaining aerial survailence of developing situation. Dragoon out." She states, controlling herself enough not to growl into the mic itself. This whole situation was just ASKING for it to explode by one group or the other overreacting. That's how so many skirmishes began, and usually erupted into much uglier, much larger conflicts.
Ruby roamed the outskirts of the mall, picking up the constant litter around the area. She could have passed as a janitor even, if she wasn't only picking up metallic scraps. "Ugh, too many cans to bother with..." This was not the most entertaing way to get supplies, and the yelling nearby made it worse. She would another lap inside if she could, and get out before something worse than screaming came up.
Within the rush back and forth of the rats it's easy to see the order in the chaos. A glossy black femrat is hurrying moving chairs to help barricade up the front doors, A pierced rat jingling like mad is helping close off some of the shops that they wouldn't be needing should it turn into a seige, and one hooded rat with a shopping bag is going about, helpfully dragging trash cans away from their places by the loungechairs and placing them in key parts around the evac routes. Each rodent had a task and like clockwork they seem to act. Both Edel and Cardison are accosted by frazzled looking rodents asking each where they are; "Ya guys should get off hiding, or goin' somewhere to help."
And then there was the issue of hormones...A throng of milling frustrated bodies. Rage, fear, excitement...and suddenly lust began flaring up as forms press together, someone started ovulating and set off another and suddenly the throng was getting less patient, predators struggling to keep from turning on their fellows when their prey was just down the street. Tempers were fraying fast, this crowd was either going to burst or turn on itself!
Inside the mall Rats were moving into positions to cover key exits, grabbing their weapons and accessories...you'd be surprised how much swag you could decorate a rifle and binoculars with and then there were the helmets...OMG. But then there came a real issue when a guard finding his place gave a shout! An exit was open! SOmeone had either come in or out by a ratway!
Cardison looks a little confused at the mixed signals. "The PA said to go to..." She murmurs, pointing in the direction she thinks the foodcourt is in. She spins in place, trying to stay out of the way of the rats moving past her. Scratching her head, she grimaces. "Would that be hiding or helping?" She yelps as the warning call goes out, hurriedly continuing her trip to the food court regardless.
Well, this was definitly chaos in the making..... Rats running around, arming themselves..either there was a sale on swag or something was up. Angus walked back over from the food court, a soda in his hand as he sucked on the straw. "Um....someone mind telling me what the hell is going on?" Looks like someone wasn't paying attention.
Pog's fur bristles at the sound of that shout. Ohhh, dear. The ditzy feral had already made a terrible mistake. Still, she didn't intend on paying for it, and begins dashing down the tunnel as fast as she possibly can. She quickly meets a dead end, however... But there's the grate she's looking for. Many feet above the tiny tigress. Someone normal sized might be able to reach, but not her. "Aww damn." She had to think fast... She looks behind her once, then back at the grate, crouching down and wiggling her rear predatorily before launching herself up at the grate, landing on it and... clinging to it desperately by her fingers and toes. It wouldn't budge. Uhoh.
In the manger's office, Rod tugs on his whiskers for a bit. Standing up and slipping out, he directs another rat to take his place and be ready with belayed instructions. There needs to be a cool face to lessen the fear amongst the not-so-chilled ones, afterall, so the tall one strides purposefully outward. Down the stairs, he slips easily through the lines of rats and pauses just outside the water fountain by the lavatories. "What?" He asks, when word finally reaches him. "Which one? Shit..do we have a rat?" It would of been funny under any other moment as he scans the crowd. One of these things is not like the other..
Edel gives a nod to the rat and kneels down behind part of the structuring as she brings her rifle around on the sling. "I'll be helping, if things get ugly. No need to worry about me!" She trains the rifle towards the exit, should the barricade fail. Well, the gun did need a field test. Maybe it would get one.
The feathered serpent's fangs ache to sink into warm, bleeding flesh. The rising frenzy of the mob is infectious, and it could feel itself responding. What a rush! As far as Xolotl is concerned it doesn't matter if the crowd turns on itself or explodes outward. Either way, it can't wait for the ride! The metallic-scaled body quivers with restrained need to lash out. Soon... soon...
The crowd was getting more and more restless, Each new female to start squirming was saturating the senses of the mob and seeding the chaotic nature of the mob into a more and more feral beast. Males were losing their grip, muscles straining, senses pushed to the limit, nanites working in overtime just to keep the stress and strain from causing strokes and hysterical blackouts. Soon the most feral minds in the crowd were becoming dominant, their eagerness influencing those not used to falling so low and slowly things were starting to edge down the street. Not a charge, not even a march, just a lazy overflow of impatient movement followed by those just behind like a caterpillar unfurling.
Suddenly, somewhere an airhorn goes off. This is /inside/ the mall, however, and every single rat suddenly stops and looks around in puzzlement. The lifeblood of the mall pause and, for a brief moment, there's not even a pin drop. It was not just the signal for the outside mob, however. Chaos once again explodes, this time literally, as every single trash can scattered throughout the lower level of the mall suddenly explode in a mass of thick, gooey brown. Like a chain raction there's a POP after BANG as bins go off with enough force to send the closest rats flying aside; the rest coated quite liberally in rich, sweet chocolate. Those who had fallen back to the food court would be spared the worst of it all, but those by the exits or evac routes would find themselves suddenly in a very sticky situation.
Ruby grumpily looks over to the store once she's done, quickly noticing the extra commotion near the entrance. She really hoped it was a sale, but sales don't usually end up coming from what sounded like impatient...growls? She quickly heads off to the inside, trying not to be a living roadblock.
Glein cursed. "Command, The mob is on the move. Steady march to the mall. I don't think the Rats can stop them. They're not only gathering momentum, but also more numbers as they move. Over." Glein reports, her wings flapping on occasion to keep her aloft, but her gaze remained locked to the events going on below. Sadly, she was too high up to know that things already were happening in teh mall, hell, she barely heard the roar from teh creatures when they'd roared their approval at whatever one of htem had said.
Cardison yelps as things suddenly get very chaotic. Having been putting as much distance between her and the walls as she could, she's at least far enough away from the bins to avoid being thrown, but instead she's caught in the blast of chocolate from both sides. She tumbles, flailing as she tries to save her balance (and her recent purchase) from falling into the mess and failing. Skidding across the now-slick floor, it's all she can do to try to slide her way to the food court. It's close enough that it shouldn't take her too long to get there, now.
Head swiveling around, looking for at least someone he knew in this chaos Angus was rather confused. The airhorn nearly gives him a heart attack as he drops his drink. Yep, someone definitly set a firecracker up someones ass. Drawing his gun he looks around, before the party favors appear. After the first explosion The coyote throws himself to the ground, wondering why the hell it smelled like chocolate.
Doors were locking when the airhorn went off. The panic caused by the sudden chocolate blasts was shocking as people went from thinking themselves dead, to covered in shit, to covered in sticky chocolate. Who would pull such a prank at such a time?
Searching for intruders was suddenly less important than checking for injuries and locking all the doors. Other than the Bossrat, no one cared about the unknown rat that may or may not exist now, let alone a cat.
Pog reaches up a claw to try to unscrew the grate. She ends up trying to use her claw to pry the screw out, and realizes she has no goddamn idea what she's doing. Frustrated and a little frightened, she growls loudly and, clinging with one hand, lifts the other to start slamming into the thin metal of the grate, smashing it to pieces, nearly making herself fall off and making a hell of a lot of noise in the process. Subtle. Fortunately for her she still manages to clamber through and fall face first into... a restroom. Of course it was the restroom. The restroom always held secrets. Pog peers up at the broken grate and sighs, but still moves to crack the door open slightly to peek out. If she wasn't wrong, it should be somewhere near the food court, and she hoped there wouldn't be many rats nearby. Ignorance is bliss.
The hiss and swish of leathery flesh pushing against the air signals the arrival of the Draconic Huntress, her wings flapping and then spreading out as she aters her flight towards the besieged mall, drawn by the smell of many rats in fear or pain. Also, chocolate. Her entrance is dramatic but brief, green scales shimmering as she dives down through the window and then rises into the air once more, her powerful muscles working as she takes hold of the ceiling above. Claws crack stone, and the large scaly form of Entale hangs from the high ceiling like a massive bat, her eyes flicking across the scene below as she considers her opportunities.
The crowd is moving! The serpent-creature flows with the motion, pressing forward eagerly. The crashing of glass somewhere very nearby, and the obvious swoop of a Dragon, only serve to further incite its aggression. The hunt is on, and Xolotl is, as always, hungry.
In her more distant spot, Edel managed to avoid the chocolate mess, but the noise certainly posed a problem for her ears. After a moment of growling and rubbing at her head, she tightened her grip on the rifle and lowered her eyes to look through the scope.
Cardison squints, halting her careful traversal of the hallway as she catches movement near the wall. Wiping chocolate from her face, she waves at the small figure. "Hey, kid. Where's your mom? Don't tell me she just bailed on you." Slipping over to the restroom door, she kneels down before Pog to make sure she's unharmed. Offering as comforting a smile as she can while covered in chocolate and surrounded by chaos, she offers the tiny tiger a hand. "I'm Card. Let's get somewhere safe, okay? Try not to slip in the chocolate. Or eat it. Don't know where it's been."
"God dammit Pog, this is not fucking easter!" Angus stood back up, covered in chocolate once again as he sits in the Mall. Knowing exactly who it is as he checks to make sure none of it was jamming up his gun. He growled, walking over to the only person he knew, nodding to Edel. "Mind telling me what the hell is going on?"
Rod had frozen like every other rat, but before he could squeak out an order he had been tossed aside by a wave of goop. "Awwww MAN my DUDS," he mutters after slipping and sliding to try and stand up, and is only helped on his feet by a hooded rodent that had appeared to escape most of the blast unharmed. Mumbling about something that 'It isn't safe' and 'Can't trust anyone', Rod is escorted along from the foodcourt to the nearest ratway at the bathrooms, but as he gets closer he starts fighting. "You Daft? We got a home to protect! Ain't leavin' now!"
Ruby tries the avoid the chocolate trail as the stored cans jingle, now unsure if she was just as safe outside. She keeps trying to play on the janitor disguise, wiping up some of it with a rag. Screw cleaning the whole thing, that was for someone that knew what they were doing. "Is everyone waiting in a line today? This is way too much stress..."
Edel offers a shrug to Angus. "I couldn't tell you. Something about a mob? A riot? I don't know. If they come in here, I'm going to turn them into a fine mess, though. I needed to test this thing out, anyway. I didn't think it'd happen so soon!" She gives a little chuckle before returning her attention to the front of the mall. "Let's hope it doesn't come to it, though, in all seriousness."
Pog peeks her head out just a bit more to get a better view and /holy crap there's Rod/. She swiftly ducks her head back and looks around. She couldn't get back through the broken grate without hurting herself or at least making a ton of noise, but she sure as hell couldn't leave through the front door. This was it. She'd have to get it done here and now or not at all- or maybe she'd get lucky and he'd walk off. Maybe this WAS her luck! A thousand thoughts ran through her head but in the end all she did was hide in one of the stalls and stay quiet as a whisper.
THe sound of the horn actually slowed the crowd. Addled minds had to stop and struggle to remeber waht that meant. But here was a sound no one would ever forget:
The broken glass is shortly followed by a cry of fear and outrage and then the mall is alive with weapons fire as laser, pistols and rifle fire make certain the grand huntress would be eating from a straw tonight, her body the target of every visible and available defender in a mad chocolate fueled panic.
Outside the crowd went nuts, gunfire, they were being attacksed, they were being hurt! Many fled in fear, while a lesser number charged forward, the crowd breaking against itself like a wave with the undecided being forced aside or carried away.
"Command, what's our play here? This thing is going to get ugly fast. The mob's nearly gone totally feral from what I can see up here." Glein says, right before hte sounds of gunfire erupted even to her position. "Ignore last Command, weapons fire, I repeat weapons fire from the Mall. Unknown cause or destination." she states, angling herself in a slight dive to the side to try and figure out what was going on now.
Angus blinks at Edel, before he frowns. "A Mob...or Riot huh?" Sighing he shoved his gun back into its holster, and drags out his hammer. "Edel, if it comes it you can shot what I don't damn well smash." Grumbling he shakes what he can of the chocolate off of him, his anger building as sparks start to fall. Yote was pissed.
Xolotl was one of those who leapt forward, eagerly, aggressively, with total abandon. Well, leaped wasn't really the right word, given its current scaily serpentine form, but snakes are remarkably swift, and Xolotl puts some of that speed to use as it rushes toward the mall. At this point, a haze of red covers its eyes. The first living thing it sees, it will seize, and strike. A rush of ecstacy fills its cold-blooded form and its wings open as it hisses forward. Life is good!
Pog also looks at Cardison like she's nuts. She was actually quite full-bodied- in fact she looked like someone put a shrink ray to a stalking tigress. Maybe someone did. In any case, before darting into a stall, she murmurs, "Uhh... Stay real quiet. I um... Don't handle noise well when I'm... Doing my business," cocking a thumb towards the stall as she hides.
Entale panics. She'd expected some resistance, maybe a few bullets or thrown rocks. This, though, was a tad excessive. Perhaps they we- Here her grandoise thoughts are interrupted by pain, bullets ripping into tender membranes of her wings, laser fire reduced to almost nothing by her unnaturally tough and reflective hide but still painful. And in such large numbers, enough to make her scream. The dragoness falls short of her intended perch in a mass of bleeding and burned muscle and scales, crunching hard against the ground as the wind is knocked from her lungs. And she's got chocolate all over her front. Black and red war for space in her eyes, and she goes still. Not dead, not quite out, but smart enough and beaten enough to know better than to move.
Edel cackles at Angus. "Good! For a moment I thought you'd be one of those wishy-washy types to tell me to keep a level head, or take the high road or something. Glad that we're on the same level here. Good luck to you, Angus. I'll keep you covered."
Cardison reaches out, trying to snag the feline as she darts back into the bathroom. "H-hey! Come back! It might not be safe in there!" She follows after, peeking under the stall walls to see if she can locate the feline. She smiles under the stalls, trying to wave at Pog. "Don't worry, I'm here to help." Making her way around the front, she notices the broken grate and pauses. There's something in here that's dangerous. She's not daft. "Alright, kid. Don't worry, I'll keep you safe. I'm gonna make a little noise, though, alright?" Looking around the room, she spots the perfect thing - self-sanitizing towel drier, your destiny has come. Redeem thyself in her time of need. Chainsword whirring to life, she does her best to sever it from the wall without damaging the towel.
Charlie boy grits his teeth under his hoodie. The gunshots and lasers are here, but where was the damn cat? He missed her face in the door as he struggles with Rod, the taller rat clearly wanting to get well into the fight of things as they both slip, then go tumbling into the chocolate. End over end they wrestling, lost in the confusion of mall goers, chocolate covered rats, and general shitstorm that was slowly falling across the mall.
Ruby blinks as she evesdrops around the chocolate area. "Riots? Oy, cans are not going to stop that!" Wolf claws are not going to a damned thing against lasers either if it's as bad as it sounds, the canine crouching behind a nearby lunch table while she looks to Angus and Edel. "You two wouldn't have any spare weapons, would you?"
Angus smiles at Edel and nods. "Just make sure that when you hit me, you blame it on the rioters." Ruby's entrance causes him to blink, before he digs into the pack on his back and pulls out a revolver. "Here, knock yourself out. Just don't try and shoot any of us okay?"
Pog slaps a padded palm against her head as she hears the chainsword rev. All she could hope was that the gunfire drowned out the sound of that as Rod approached. In fact, she no longer felt like waiting. She was antsy. She was terrified and excited at the same time, and sweet programmers of Prometheus she was getting turned on by the danger of it all. So she calmly walks out of the stall, and then peeks out the door one last time to ensure that Rod is still approaching, hoping he made enough of a fuss to not be right outside the door yet.
Edel glances at Ruby, peering at the wolf for a moment. "Do you fancy distance or getting up close?" And then Angus handles it. "Well. That works! Thanks, Angus." She lines her sights up on a rioter. Xolotl, to be specific. She doesn't pull the trigger yet, though.
Oh damn is the shit hitting the fan. During the time it takes to fall the sudden dragon, one of the rodent's spotters starts squeaking out. The mob was advancing! There's a slippery moment of confusion as the scaled beast is left alone for the moment and the rats try to scramble back into place over the floor. A couple are still helping each other through the mess; in particually two who are covered head to toe by the bathrooms. They just can't seem to get onto their feet before one of them accidently trips the other. "This..way!" Grunts one. "Get offa..me!" grumbles the other.
Cardison notes Pog heading for the door - That way just leads to the rest of the rats, so she's confident that Pog's not going to leave that way. Giving the towel a tug as the machine crumbles under her growling blade, she breathes a sigh of relief as it comes out intact. With Pog distracted, she puts herself between the open grate and the door, sneaking up on Pog as quietly as she can - The standard "privacy hallway" of the bathroom could help her trap the feline felon if she's noticed.
Ruby nervously laughs, accepting the revolver and keeping it lowered. "I just need a backup for when fists and claws are a bad idea." She watches the door with them, hoping a shot would be for last resorts.
The mob was coming, Xolotl had true kindred spirits at his back and sides, the lead were the ones that had been spoiling for a fight anyway, followed closely by those overcome with lust but prefered prey that struggled, with many of the others having turned to pursue the others that ran, eager to fuck the fear ful or just get some that didn't make a fuss.
With the dragon down, mall rats were turning their attention o the mob, some pot shots of panic being taken despite some rats calling for a hault.
Pog swings the door open violently with a loud SLAM- just loud enough to get the two rats in front of the bathrooms' attention. Letting out a long, feral growl, she reaches out to grab the side of the wall where the door closes with both paws, growling growing louder and louder, her fingers literally sinking into the wall and breaking it apart until she rips an entire, massive chunk from the wall as big as herself. Holy shit. Staring straight at the rat she wants, poor Rod, she clutches the rock tightly and promptly vaults it the fuck forwards right at him, not aiming for any particular part of him as long as it hits home.
Entale may have overestimated herself. Or, at least, underestimated the rats. She's pretty sure she didn't think that through well enough, and almost as sure that even with her recovery times it would be awhile before she pulled that again. After all, she's supposed to be spitting acid and kicking ass, not drooling blood and crawling towards a bathroom. The shooters were distracted, and it would only take her a few minutes to pull herself back together if she got somewhere quiet. Nevermind the chocolate seeping into her wounds and sending nauseous shivers through her body. Nevermind that she had more holes in her than she was used to. Just keep crawling, and hope they don't see.
Coyotes don't help when it comes to chaos, and Angus was no acception as he brought more chaos in the form of fire. Dark green flames burst to life in the feral mob, before swelling and bursting to rain down upon all within reach. Those who weren't smart enough to run at the flames, and stupid enough to attack Angus met the heavy mass of his hammer, and ten thousand volts of pure electricity as he laughs. "Come on, I thought this was supposed to be a riot. Not a dance!"
Blissfully unaware of the weapon being trained on it at that very moment, Xolotl surges through the door with the press of the other aggressive mob members, wings raised in its eagerness to attack something, anything. But preferably something... warm. In its vision, everything is reduced to moving red shapes. Shapes which it dearly wished to reduce to motionless black lumps. Hissing balefully, the serpentine thing reared back for a moment before launching itself at the closest and most vulnerable of those red shapes, which it dimly recognized as a coyote.
At the sudden chunk of rock sailing past her line of sight, Edel wheels the rifle around to Pog. "Stop that this instant, or I'll put a bullet through your skull." She peers down the scope once more, finger on the trigger, waiting for any kind of further provocation. For any kind of justification for her to let the metal fly.
Cardison gawps. Maybe her plan is not such a good one. But it's sound, if she can get it off - Cut off movement, and strength is nothing. As soon as the wall is out of Pog's grasp, she lunges forward, aiming to loop the towel over Pog and pull her arms to her sides. The trick isn't getting it on her - It's keeping her down long enough to wrap the full length of the loop over her until the fabric is taut, then managing to get the last layer over her.
"Sunofa..DOWN," Rod grunts as he finally gets on top of Charlie and elbows him, hard, in the face. Before he can follow up, the sudden growl makes him look to the side at.. "Oh. You have got to be.." He tries to roll over and put Charlie between himself and Pog, but when struck the smaller rat is sent tumbling away towards Entale while Rod himself finds himself in a brand new struggle, and starts to squeak loudly, "CAT"
Glein growls, seeing what looks like the two groups getting ready to get into a clash. "Command, this is Dragoon. Either give me new orders, or I'm going to start doing what I can to protect people! Over!" Glein grunted through the mic, her right hand now tightly holding the grip of her rifle and adjusting it so that the stock rested firmly in the seat of her shoulder. At this point, the whole situation deterating as fires began to spread out. And the start of actual combat inside the mall, well, things were bad. "Command, Ferals and Mallrats are now in live combat, I say again, combat has begun between Mallrats and feral rioters!"
Angus blinks as he swears he heard something coming at him, and he had just enough time to face the Serpent as it comes barreling into him. To the Serpent, the impact would feel like taking on a brick wall as Angus is brought to the ground, fangs bared with a rawr as Xolotl is met with eletricity, claws, and fangs.
SUdden radio silence is broken as Cadet meyer's sweet voice slides into Glein's ear with a soft squeak. "Dragoon this is COmmand, you are now being tasked with extraction. GPS locator places Eddel in the vicinity. Intervention by the USHC in this dispute has NOT been otherrised, but the LT has said...The boss would be pretty angry if Edel were hurt, so do whatever you deem required to protect your fellow.Command out."
Food. Food might help. Protiens and nutrients to help the dragoness heal. Or just blood. She was so very thirsty. Then comes a god-send in the form of a rat, already injured. Or, rather, a cat-send. The huntress isn't picky, and while not quite a feral isn't about to let herself risk death when there's someone else to sacrifice. So she reaches out with her long powerful arm, and grabs the unfortunate rat. A twist and a yank later she's pulling him towards her, and trying to sink her large aray of teeth into his thighs, where her medical training tells her there should be some veins or arteries. And she sucks.
Whoomph! The impact was hard, harder than the hungry one had expected. But they went down anyway, the snake-thing already moving to encoil its warm-blooded target even as they fell, although not entirely successfully. Still, for the most part, Xolotl managed to land on top of Angus as they hit the ground. Although twitching with pain at the lighting dancing across its scales, not to mention the scrabble of claws, the feel of its own hide beind torn only encourages it ever more to strike. It does so without hesitation, aiming to bury its fangs in the coyote's throat.
Few of the attackers were making it close enough to make much more than a mess with their bodies. One sided gunfire dropping the vulnerable, the clumsy and the mindless. While the mall was in no danger of an overrun, that left the others on their own when it came to dealing with the dragoness and the kitty. Though the kitty seemed to be in trouble right now and certainly Rod's cries of Cat should mean something.
Glein looks at the situation going on down below her, and almost wants to yell at the LT. "Command, We've got a fucking warzone going on down here, and your telling me that I can't do anything more than pull one of our own out? Are you fucking out of your MIND?!" Glein yells, though she was dipping her flight angle to fly lower, gliding towards the building. Not a full on dive, but definitely flying lower towards it.
Pog lets rip a feral roar, utterly disregarding the gun trained on her head. She'd book it. She'd book it hard, and she was going to scoop up Rod, skid right the hell around and go straight back for the restroom. All she'd have to do is outrun a bullet. And try not to slip on the chocolate in the process.
Edel squints at Pog and makes good on her words. Sort of. She doesn't shoot for the head, but she does fire a shot aimed at Pog's legs, hoping to take the fleeing out of the equation.
Charlie skids across the chocolate, his head still spinning, as his vision is slow to catch up. He can just make out what looks to be a strange trio indeed; Pog leading Card with another rat over her shoulder. "Waait..you're forgettin m--Eep!" his calls are cut off as he's suddely scooped closer, then outright yells when he feels himself bit. Whining, he starts to franticly smack the reptile on the nose as he squirms. "No! Come back!" Aw hell..
Pog's reaction to Cardison is a fairly simple one (and also comes before everything in that last pose, SHH SHHHH). She's horny. She's angry. She's hulked out. She's a little ball of fur, teeth and claws, and while it does make her squirm at first, all it does is aggravate her as she tears the entrapment to shreds. Still, her focus is on a rat, not Cardison, fortunately for her.
Angus manages to move his throat out of the way, those fangs slicing into his shoulder instead and forcing him to yelp in pain. In a flash he forces his right forearm against the Serpents throat, his fangs flashing as he moves to draw his Revolver. "Sorry, but Coyote is off the menu!" With the fluid movement of practice he flicked the catch on the hammer and drew it back, shoving the barrel into Xolotl's side. Pulling the trigger the round felt like a hammer blow, as the underbarrel of the revolver released it's payload of 20 gauge buckshot.
"Lettgo!" Barks Rod as he flails and struggles within the tiger's grasp, then gets squeezed out of the rest of his air as she starts to haul ass. Slung over her body he's large enough that shooters will have to want to aim real carefully to not accidently clip him, but for all of his thumping on her back and angry gutteral cussing the rat can't seem to do much.
Cardison is tossed back as the tiny feral rips the material to shreds, her proximity launching her as she fights out of it. She skids back into the bathroom, chocolate-slicked body sliding about under the stalls before barely stopping herself from falling down the grate.
Ruby is a jittery mess once a giant snake barges in, trying to aim at it in the struggle. The one time things are bad enough, and no clean shot! She slowly turns back to the open doors, trying to keep any of the snake's 'friends' out.
Entale was hungry, and now she's not as hungry. The unfortunate rodent she bit into is likely less happy than her with the arrangement, but he's unlikely do do much after the amount of blood she's drawn out of him. Her wings are stiff and sore, tattered and non-functional, but it's just a matter of time until she gets back in the air. She gives the rat a Transfixing Gaze to be certain he's out of the picture for the moment, and flexes her mostly functional muscles. The holes are now scars, but they'll be gone without too much effort. The Huntress slowly rises to her feet, looming over her recent victim and letting out an angry hiss. She looks to see if any guns are on her, and then for anyone else to snack on.
Pog runs, oh JOY OF JOYS she has Rod, she throws him over her shoulder, skids around and then doesn't stop, also why is there a screamingly painful hole in her leg? All too suddenly she tumbles over, sending Rod flying forwards towards the open door, and slapping down face first into the chocolate, skidding shortly before coming to a full stop. Weakly she turns over, and, using the last of her suddenly halted strength, roars out one last thing throughout the mall, praying it can be heard over the battle: "THEIR LEADER, HERE! TAKE HIM, WIN EVERYTHING!" A simple message, but hopefully clear enough to get through to the ferals' fuzzed brains. She promptly falls over backwards, gasping and groaning. Hm. This wasn't so bad. Maybe that was the shock telling her that, though, as it certainly felt that bad.
So that's what being shot at close range feels like. A weird, distant part of Xol's mind, one somehow not involved with the crazy bloodlust surging through most of its consciousness, calmly took note of the precise sensations, and just how very much it hurt. But Xolotl was beyond committed at this point. It was bleeding badly, but not yet out of the picture. The blow from the shotgun was incredible, but not quite strong enough to force the snake-beast to relax its death-grip on the coyote's shoulder. It did knock some of its coiling bulk off the coyote, however, totally foiling Xolotl's attempt to coil and constrict. But now, with blood flowing over his tongue and down his throat, thought and tactics were lost to it. It flexed its powerful jaws, grinding its sharp teeth as well as its venomous fangs deeper into the wound it has made. Its wings beat at its prey's face and upper body.
Glein Not waiting for Command to respond, Glein lands on the roof of the building, tumbling into a roll at teh speed in which she dove. Popping up, she moved to one of the roof access doors, trying to open it, and finding it locked. Not normally being the one to be on point, and thus blast the lock, she almost regretted not getting a shotty or masterkey attached to her rifle. Grabbing ahold of the knob, she slammed her shoulder into the door, doing so multuple times before growling, stepping back, and rubbing her shoulder. Time for a different approach.
Charlie is down and out for the count, bleeding weakly from his leg infront of the bathroom, as Entale stands once again. "Was..same side.." he mutters, the floor spinning too much for him to bother to try and listen to all the shouting going on. Was that pog yelling something about their leader? He couldn't tell. A little nap in the puddle of chocolate was likely called for.
After seeing the shot make contact, Edel slings the rifle back onto her shoulder and draws her sword, instead, sprinting to take up position next to Rod. "You need to get somewhere safer." She drops into a defensive stance, keeping her eyes on Pog to make sure she stays down.
Cardison struggles - She's more or less slide into the hole where the grate was, and her slippery grasp is the only thing keeping her from falling ass-first down it. She's not going to do much good, anyway, so she's in no hurry to try to throw herself into the crowd of people with superpowers and guns.
Angus grinds his teeth together as those fangs dig even deeper into his shoulder. "God...dammit.." He shoved with all his might in his right shoulder, thos wings beating into his face causing more annoyance then pain. Before he lunged with his fangs, catching on that wing and biting down with as much force as possible in return.
Rod on the other hand is sent, once more, tumbling to the ground with a grunt and grone until he hits the far wall of the bathroom. "Wha.." he blinks, shakes his head, and tries to stand back up and pat himself down. One piece; sore as fuck and covered in god knows what, but damnit rat is still here! Ignoring the grate, he marches over to the fallen Pog and grabs her by the scruff of her neck. "Ya? Incase you hadn't noticed, not a lot of safe places left," he says to Edel as he tries to drag the cat along. "Go make sure my guys aren't in trouble and get me some rope, yeah?"
Pog growls as she's grabbed by the scruff, then looks down at her wound and winces. Oh, now she knew something was very wrong. Her leg didn't usually make that shape, nor did she recall having that bloody wound there before. The moment she realized something was wrong her nanites started kicking it, trying desperately to mend her leg back together, making her gasp softly and drop her head back into the chocolate as she's dragged off. Today was going to be a bad day, she could just tell.
Ruby stows the revolver and rushes at the wrestling pair, forgeting about the watch for now. What was to point of holing up if there was a feral inside already? She leaps and swings down with her pack, driving a Wild Swing at the bite happy snake. "Get off of him!"
Edel nods at Rod and retreats into the bathroom. "Will do." For now, she had something else to check on. She's pretty sure she saw someone else go back into the bathroom, and while she wasn't sure who it was, she intended to find out.
Glein takes a deep breath, and holding her rifle in a low ready grip, she steps forward and raises her right leg for a kick, and does so. Her foot hit right where she wanted it, just below the handle causing the catch to lose hold of hte door grame, and slam against the wall, the materials put to hold it closed tumbling down the stairs, followed quickly by Glein, moving in practiced movements and motions, though she stops and hisses sharply in pain as, unlike when she was a male marine in Fallujah, she had a tail, and hadn't managed to get it inside before the door's bounce had it closing on her tail between it and hte frame. Pulling her tail in quickly, and making sure it wasn't TOO badly damaged, she shook her head, and resumed going down the stairs, her tactical light shining down the well.
Entale smiles wide, on her feet and not near so injured as she was. She can see a tangle of people fighting, which is promising. They'll be less able to stop her from getting at least one bite in. So she crouches, and begins to pad her way towards them in silence. Perhaps surprisingly for something so large, Entale has picked up a knack for avoiding undue attention. Her tongue flicks out and she heads towards the bathroom, scenting blood. The cat and the rat, either would be a feather in her hat. If she had a hat. Or clothes at all. Whatever.
Xolotl would have emitted a screeching hiss of pain, but its mouth is full of blood and flesh, so only a red sort of air-hiss escaped as it jerks its wing, trying to pull it from the coyote's jaws without relinquishing his own hold, knowing, or hoping, that soon enough the venom would kick in and the coyotre would become more manageable. Then something thwacks against its side, and Xolotl growls in its throat with irritation, aiming a tail swipe at the interfering female. It wasn't much of an attack, limited by the serpent's wounded state and by its greater focus on Angus, but it was still strong enough to knock Ruby off her feet if the blow landed.
Cardison offers an embarrassed smile as Edel walks in on the nude, chocolate-covered skunk girl trying to squirm her hips out of the hole. Trying to lighten the mood, she remarks, "This isn't what it looks like." Bracing herself, she wipes a chocolate-covered hand on her chocolate-covered body to try to somehow clean her hand off to offer it to Edel. "Would you be a dear?"
Rod, left along with Pog by the scruff of her neck, awaits the rope as he looks about slowly. Head held high now, he makes note of the damage, how most of the rats had scattered to barricade themselves into stores to hide from the fight if not shooting outside. The rat he had been wrestling with is given a queer little look; he looked familiar, and what caused that legwound? Somehow he misses the very large dragon but hey, these things happen. Wait, no they don't..in fact, why was the body not there anymore? "Huh.."
Angus definitly wasn't going to let go of that wing if he had anything to say about it, he clamped down even harder as he trys to wrench his jaw sideways and pull the wing with him. When he noticed Ruby coming in for the save he waved a hand to try and get her to back off, he didn't want someone else getting hurt just because he was foolish enough to be pinned. The strength in his right arm didn't waver, but the poison was taking it's effect slightly, his movments were just a little slower, that electrical current he had been keeping up was cut off so the he could focus more. Before he started to beat Xolotl over the head with his four pound revovler.
Edel tilts her head before sighing. "Oh. It's just you." She reaches down with a gloved hand to try to help Cardison out of the hole. "I'm glad to find a friendly face in here, though. I need your help with something."
Cardison smirks. "At leats my unique brand of wit is recognizable." She grabs the hand, clambering out of the hole and standing wobbily. "My help? What do you need?"
Entale smiles her smile with far too many sharp teeth, noting that the mall-rat leader seems to have subdued the cat. Maybe he'd let her have it for a snack? Either way, she's allegedly on Zephyr's side, and Zephyr is allegedly on the rat's side. Which means if she has time to talk, she probably won't be shot. She might even get to eat a few poor stupid ferals. So she stands, hands up by either side of her head and breasts on full display to the mall-rat leader. Doubtful he'd be swayed that much by tits after living so long out here, but every little bit helps. "Helllooo, Rrrod. I am herre fromm Zephyr."
Edel starts to hike up her dress, or at least it looks like she is, before she pulls one of the throwing knives from her thigh. "Simple, really. I need you to try to find some rope." She offers the knife to Cardison. While it was clearly meant for throwing, a knife is a knife, and in the end it is still plenty effective for stabbing. "Take this, and if you happen to get confronted, just stab them in the neck. You shouldn't need to use it, though."
Ruby tries to move a leg away from the swipe, but the other leg can't pick up speed, the painted body stumbling as she landed to the ground. This was not the best mall day for anyone, it seemed. She ignores the warning as the hyper body scurries for the tail, returning bite for bite for bite at it.
Cardison nods slowly. "If you're thinking you'll tie the tiger girl up, I don't think that'll work. She sort of... ignored any attempts to slow her down and tore through them like they were nothing. How much rope do you need, though?"
Glein manages to make it down the entirity of the stairwell, before finding the maintainance door. It wasn't locked, likely because they figured that it'd be hard enough for most ferals to get in through the roof door. Opening the maintainance door, she found herself looking at a scene she'd almost forgot the look of. Massed combat in a confined space with no true distinction between friendly and foe forces. Now Glein just needed to find someone who'd seen where Edel went, unless Glein managed to spot her first. Hopefully it would be simple. Than again, things almost never were.
Edel stares for a moment and shrugs. "Honestly, I don't know. Rod asked me to get it. What he does with it and how much he needs is known only to him. I need to try to keep my eyes on the combat, though, and you seem like a resourceful person. All help is appreciated."
Rod almost starts when the dragon suddenly seems to appear out of thin air in his vision. Almost; one doesn't get to be the leader of the rats by losing one's cool. Even now, covered in chocolate and with the feral cat dragging by the scruff of her neck, he stands up straight and cracks his neck. "Zephyr? Z'at why you came crashin' through the roof like that?" He's skeptical enough that he takes a step back away from her. Not without a flick down to her chest, still. Nice tits. Just nice. Not as nice as Ronda's, but a solid 7. "If you really are tho', you can get started with cleaning up." He points up to the hole made above, then over to the group still fighting. "That too." Remarkably chill for someone standing in a ruined mall for the second time that year. "And somethin' to hold this bitch."
Xolotl is quite fond of this serpent-form. It's tough and strong. But being thumped repeatedly on the head with a four-pound chunk of metal is going to hurt just about anyone. The thick, platelike scales protecting its skull prevent any worse damage from being done, but Xolotl's instincts force it to recoil from the blows, releasing the coyote's shoulder and jerking backward, so that Angus is mostly released from the serpent's coils. At about the same moment, Ruby launches her attack, striking with tooth and claw at the serpent's tail end. Its scales are thick, but not thick enough to stop all the incoming damage. Xolotl shakes its head a few times, dazed, but recovers quickly, throwing itself at Ruby instead with a hiss of mingled pain and bloodlust. It can feel its nanites struggling to repair the damage from the gunshot, but it can also feel its blood leaking out, still. Plus, it still feels giddy from all that electricity poured into it. But it strikes anyway, because it needs to. It has not tasted nearly enough blood yet! Quickly it throws itself around its attacker, heedless of its own wounds, though hindered by the fact that Angus still has one of its wings in a bitehold, but ignoring that annoyingly tough beast to strike at Ruby instead.
Cardison looks about the bathroom, nodding. "I think I have an idea, yeah." Fetching her chainsword off the floor, she gives it an experimental rev to make sure it isn't too chocolate-plugged to be useful. Grinning, she takes the knife. "Sure thing, Edel. Where should I look for you when I find it?"
Edel glances towards the door. "I'll be right outside the bathroom, I think." She slides the sword back into place, taking her rifle in her hands once more as she pulls the bolt back, chambering another round. She moves first, poking her head out before calling back for Cardison. "Looks clear for you to get going." She drops down to one knee and brings the rifle to her shoulder, looking down the scope at Xolotl.
Xolotl wasn't out of the woods yet, as that insane coyote not only wasn't going to just let them leave, he damn well lunged at the Serpent. With his arms now free He lunges forward and wraps them around the Serpent, his fangs still buried in it's wing and tasting feathers as he tries to drag them off course and make sure they don't get to Ruby.
Entale nods, careful not to show her relief when he doesn't have her gunned down. Again. But the past is the past, and she's got a plan. It seemed the small feline was important enough not to kill, and strong enough to have given a presumably decent fighter trouble. She doubted it could out-do her in raw strength, but better safe than sorry and all that. "I'll take her." Two claws extend towards the feline, ready to accept it if Entale isn't rebuffed. Either way she goes up as soon as she's done, powerful wings flapping and clawing at the air to drag her heavy form upwards. She wasn't any good at construction work, but she did know a thing or two about bringing things down. If the cat cooperated, great. If not... Well, she had plans.
Cardison nods, peeking out over Edel. "Since the defenders are the ones with the guns, any way of showing I'm on their side so I don't get shot?"
Pog peers between Rod and the dragon-thing. She has no idea what's going on at this point, only that her leg is still hurting like hell. At least the bleeding stopped. She let out a soft growl at the former of the two, and keeps trying to focus her nanites on healing... they were taking their sweet time, though, and she needed to think of something else, fast.
Glein Looking over the situation, Glein noticed that familiar green trench coat atop a pink dress on a husky. "Thank god for small favors." Glein says, jumping from the second story walkway, and gliding to land next to Edel. There was a crunch of materials as Glein lands, though she does finally notice the massive amounts of, chocolate? coating things. Kneeling behind Edel, she taps the husky on the shoulder. "Friendlies on your six." Glein says to her as she taps.
Edel bites her lip at Cardison's words, holding her fire for now as she thinks. The skunk had a point. As her mouth opens to reply, Glein shows up. "Glein! Good timing. I need you to help escort her." She jerks a thumb to Card. "She's going to find rope, but I don't know how to distinguish her from any hostiles. If you could go with her, you could help keep her out of trouble, and help make sure there's no mistake. Think you can do that for me?"
Ruby tumbles with the latch as the Serpent thrashes, glad enough the Angus had one less bite on him. The feeling is short lived as she notices it coming right at her, biting even harder in a panic as the fangs try to break past the scales. She gives a subtle tail wave at the coyote, swinging at the side of the thick tail again.
Mickey, honestly, looks to be on the fence about the whole gunning down thing. His eyes flick to the downed Charlie nearby, then hefts the cat upward to switch his hold into a classic bully headlock. "Mmpf, nothanks. Got someone who should be bringing rope.." he trails off, glances to the side at those exiting the bathroom, then frowns. Man, where were the rats when you needed them. "Someone start bangin' on doors, get up to the PA. Let 'em know things are.." he glances to the snake still flailing about, then the flying dragon. Just two, possibly three. "Mostly harmless. Any word on that rope? And someone for Fonzie's sake /help them/," he points to the brawl.
Rod, honestly, looks to be on the fence about the whole gunning down thing. His eyes flick to the downed Charlie nearby, then hefts the cat upward to switch his hold into a classic bully headlock. "Mmpf, nothanks. Got someone who should be bringing rope.." he trails off, glances to the side at those exiting the bathroom, then frowns. Man, where were the rats when you needed them. "Someone start bangin' on doors, get up to the PA. Let 'em know things are.." he glances to the snake still flailing about, then the flying dragon. Just two, possibly three. "Mostly harmless. Any word on that rope? And someone for Fonzie's sake /help them/," he points to the brawl.
Pog peers up at her captors and, while they seem distracted, she slowly brings a hand down to stroke at her still-stiff cock. Jesus, she was turned on by everything. Still, she jerks herself off as fast as she can, and assuming she's unhindered, she strokes off until she cums right into her hand- she is quite the quickshot, after all, as many sore-butted rats can vouch for. She then promptly drags her left leg up, wincing and growling softly until she can reach it to smear the cum over her wound. Should help the nanites along, she hopes. This is her last hope.
Entale is mostly just happy to be in the air again, even if it doesn't seem she'll be getting that snack. It was nice to be looked at as something other than an immediate threat, though. Her still barely healed wings aren't much for flight, but they don't need to be. When she gets to the wall nearby the window Entale digs her claws in. She crawls, almost spider-like across the stone and out through the window. If she can't fix it, she can at least sit and stand guard.
Glein shakes her head. "No go on helping them. Command wants me to pull you, and you alone, out. Wish I could, but orders are orders. Especially when Cerris is handing them." Glein says, understanding the chain of how that order came down. "You, miss! Here!" Glein calls to Cardison, pulling some zip ties out of a pouch on her armor. "These are easier to manage than rope, and work just as well!" Glein says, throwing a few over to the skunk woman. Her Left hand claps on Edel's shoulder. "Let's get you out of here so I can rip into Cerris proper about what our job is supposed to be, rather than what he wants." Glein says, ready to lift the woman and yanking her out of hte situation by force if need be.
Cardison blinks, catching the zip ties. Unsure, she hands them to Edel. "Uh. Here you go?"
Rod whistles when he sees the corps members passing around Zipties. "Oh for the love of..Give them here!" He squeaks as she drags the cat over till he's close enough to reach out and grab them. "Honestly..Appreciate the help and all, but can't just..aw Ew man, gross!" He suddenly steps back from Pog after putting her hands together, looking at his hands in horror. Oh god he touched it and it was on his fingers WHY. "Ugh.."
Edel blinks at Cardison and takes the zipties. "Well, thanks for that!" She gives a look to Glein. "I've never been too great at following orders. Pretend like I'm off duty or something. Unless you really want to try to make me. I wouldn't advise that." She stands, shouldering the rifle, and without waiting for a reply from Glein, darts towards Rod with the zipties.
Glein sighs, and once hte zipties had been handed out, grabs ahold of Edel. "It's because you were HERE that I got put on extraction as opposed to oberservation or intervention on this whole thing." Glein says, wraping her left arm around Edel's waist. It wasn't as if she didn't think the situation was calming down, right now it was still a possible danger zone, and she'd have SO much trouble if Command, or Cerris, found out she'd left her here when the rioters could have just swarmed back into hte lobby with a renewed vigor? "I'm sorry Edel."
Some beings, in Xolotl's position, might be feeling overwhelmed, even frightened, and ready to give up. But a chorus of blood hunger singing in the serpent beast's head would not permit it to relent. It had expended too much energy in this encounter. Either it would feed on one or both of its foes, or it would fight until it lost consciousness - or died. In truth, it couldn't have disengaged and fled even if had wanted to, with both Ruby and Angus grappling different parts of its serpentine body. Its savage jaws snap shut just short of Ruby as its initial strike is hindered by Angus's leap, but it continues to try to loop its coils around her regardless of the pain and opposition from both enemies. If it's to be taken down, it's going to make them work for it!
Rod sighs as the rats slowly start to come out of hiding. With his own crew to order around now, he starts to pass out instructions. Before the others can get a chance to leave tho he asks; "Do you mind taking this..thing? Go across the city and release it somewhere? Don't want a repeat of what happened. Let your boss know I appreciate the help, and if he needs a rat for anything to let me know." Again, he glares at the fight still happening. Some of the rats were even making up a pool now; four to one odds running.
Edel blinks as she's grabbed. "It is not polite to grab a lady in such a way, you know." She rests a hand on Glein's arm. "But I can't leave right now. There are friends here, and I'm going to stay with them, you see." The husky tries to put her new 'talents' to use, hoping to give Glein an electric shock. Nothing major, but not unlike a taser.
Cardison yelps as the canine sparks, taking a step back. Actually, she just retreats into the bathroom, sitting in the hole where the torn-away wall was. "I'll just... Get out of your way." She curls up, wrapping her tail around her and trying to clean herself off a little.
Yep, this was definitly a good time to end his fight. No way in hell would Angus allow this thing to snap at another, and after the tackle he starts to squeeze the Coatl. "That's it, it's time for you to heel!" In an instant, Xolotl's form started to slim down, scales replaced by fur as that tail of theirs not only drops Ruby, but starts to retract back into the form as legs now appear. Those heavy, vicious fangs of theirs soon shrink, becoming a set of teeth perfect on any canine as the vicious snake started to look more and more like a husky with each passing second.
Oh look Glein is getting a message! Dragoon-Command Ringleader aprehension desired. Mallrat update shows situation nominal. Redirect priority.
Ruby growls under the grapple and faintly exhales as she's just out of reach, elbowing the sepent as the wolfen fangs hang on to that appendage. Biting wasn't her prefered method, but if it got the damn tail off it would be worth any pain. Actually, she might rip it off if the scaly tail was getting fluffier...but her jaws slip off, shaking her head from the ordeal. "Bluh."
Here was another situation in which another mutant would feel very different. Xolotl took change for granted, however, and even as the new husky-form slipped over it, the vicious feral twisted its shrinking body, snapping newly-canine jaws at the coyote still clinging to its back, barking and snarling in a frenzy. He's not ready to heel. Not even close.
"Wait..this one too," Rod chitters as he walks over to the fallen Charlie. The other rat is passed out, but when Rod pulls the hoodie back from his face he reveals the painstains on the rodent's fur. "This is the one that got taken from us a few months back. He's not one of us anymore." He's secure as well, then pushed towards the military group along with Pog. "Take 'em. Take 'em both. If you can save the rat, please. If not.." he shrugs. "Shame."
Pog is just being tiny, frustrated and dragged about. She's not exactly in a position to do much but make a bit of a fuss. A sad cat.
Glein groans as suddenly it felt like she just had her armor touch a live circuit line, letting go of Edel as she backs off. "Damn it!" She gasps, as Edel lets off the juice. Checking her armor to make sure it wasn't damaged beyond being a conduit of electrical energy, she saw a new message on her tablet. Tapping her ear piece, she sighs. "Command, ringleader has been apprehended. Currently in Mallrat coustady." Glein reports, looking over at Rod as he pushed the pair towards him. "Correction, Feral ringleader and aide in our hands now. Request a helo for pick-up." Glein says, making sure the zip ties on the pair were good and tight, locking their hands behind their backs at the wrists, and pulling out a another pair of zip ties, and tieing their legs together, as a short term solution to preventing them from running.
Angus just blinks as the threat changes from a vicious snake, to a vicous husky that is trying to make a meal of his face. Sighing he grabs Xolotl's muzzle, making sure they can't bite anymore. "Dammit, Calm your ass down!" He nearly yells in his face, easily keeping hold of them even as he feels woozy thanks to the venom that is slowly being forced out of his system.
Edel folds her arms and shuffles back to stand near Cardison. "I'm sorry about that. I uh, decided to go ahead with the nanomagic thing, as you saw." Edel looks out towards Glein. "And I apologize to you, too! Now you know not to try to force me into things like that. I did warn!" She glances towards the other conflict going on, but doesn't involve herself. They should have it under control, right?
Entale looks down on the scene of what could have been an all-you-can-eat buffet for her, and sighs. Then she sits herself down in the broken window, her scales crushing what glass remains to powder. If they have something to say to her, they'll probably shout. If not, they'd probably just shoot her again.
Cardison offers Edel a tired smile, wiping chocolate off her face. "Well, I at least tried, right? Watch out though, the zip ties probably won't hold the tiger. Didn't work the first time." She looks about, frowning. "Aaand it's gone. No chance you've seen a big book with the label 'Intron Depot' on it? Preferably somewhere where it hasn't been slathered in chocolate?"
Xolotl growls through the coyote's hand, still struggling to open its jaws to bite, trying at the same time to twist around so it can bring its claws to bear. Pain and stress are beginning to take their toll, and this body is much weaker than the one it previously wore. Finally, its struggles slow, then cease, as it lies panting and totally exhausted on the ground, blood still trickling from its wounds. Still, there is a burning intensity in its eyes as it stares at those around it which clearly shows that it's still very much in the same mindset as always.
Bleeding tail or not, that was the most crazed husky Ruby ever saw, coyote magic irrelevant. This opened up another opportunity, but this was way too close for a revolver. She takes her free moment and slams Xolotl with her bosom, trying to hold the likely clawing arms. "Try something without fangs!"
