Post by NPC on Jun 27, 2020 0:58:47 GMT
Marcos Briggs & Alfina
If a fist fight was what he was hoping for, then he had hit the jackpot! His fist rocked the paperbagged man's entire body, his head snapping back as his torso rocketed, his footing on the thrashing Lancette almost lost on the spot as he saw white.
It almost seemed like he was out of the fight, and out of the race.
Almost.
STOMP!
"YEE' CALL THAT A PROPER GREETING?! YEE PUNCH LIKE A NINNY!" Roared the man while on shaky legs, the thundering sound of his steel-toed boots slamming back onto the thrashing beast followed immediately by a furious howl, his fist swinging from downtown into a brutal uppercut.
While this was going on, Alfina's eyes caught the silhouette of a motorcycle ahead; it grew closer by the second, the sounds of its sputtering engine reaching the gunslinger if she focused hard. She was getting closer and closer to being within bang bang distance.
Thalia Melpomene
Whoopsie-doodle! Seemed like the clown had left Thalia one last gift before exiting stage dead. With the engine sputtering as it were, she was quickly being caught up by the runner up- a rather dangerous prospect, her ears promised her, the stomping sound of the beast's charge promising a painful experience should she not get out of its way.
Not to mention that if memory didn't fail, one of the riders carried a gun on her...
And worse yet, despite being crushed under the train, it almost felt like the clown was still hot on her tail, unwilling to let her go until she was guffawing at his jokes all the way from hell.
... Maybe that last part was just her imagination.
Fieldy
Fieldy took the splash of... blood(?) across his face in surprising stride- the lady behind him, however?
Not so much.
"Oh." She uttered blankly, her trembling hands pulling away from the youth to slowly drag over her face, before she stared at the dark substance that now tainted her finger tips. "Oh my god."
Fieldy almost saw it all in slow motion. Her eyes rolling into their sockets. Her hands going limp to her sides. Her expression slackening. Her entire body tilting to the side to fall.
And the worst part? As her head teetered off to one side, it found itself being lit red by a large number of laser pointers.
Not so coincidentally, at that very moment, the almost equally teetering sweeper suddenly made a sound akin to an alarm.
He could almost see the energy pooling inside the gun barrels-!
As well as the myriad of eager hands reaching out from the train to snatch her by the hairs!
If a fist fight was what he was hoping for, then he had hit the jackpot! His fist rocked the paperbagged man's entire body, his head snapping back as his torso rocketed, his footing on the thrashing Lancette almost lost on the spot as he saw white.
It almost seemed like he was out of the fight, and out of the race.
Almost.
STOMP!
"YEE' CALL THAT A PROPER GREETING?! YEE PUNCH LIKE A NINNY!" Roared the man while on shaky legs, the thundering sound of his steel-toed boots slamming back onto the thrashing beast followed immediately by a furious howl, his fist swinging from downtown into a brutal uppercut.
While this was going on, Alfina's eyes caught the silhouette of a motorcycle ahead; it grew closer by the second, the sounds of its sputtering engine reaching the gunslinger if she focused hard. She was getting closer and closer to being within bang bang distance.
Thalia Melpomene
Whoopsie-doodle! Seemed like the clown had left Thalia one last gift before exiting stage dead. With the engine sputtering as it were, she was quickly being caught up by the runner up- a rather dangerous prospect, her ears promised her, the stomping sound of the beast's charge promising a painful experience should she not get out of its way.
Not to mention that if memory didn't fail, one of the riders carried a gun on her...
And worse yet, despite being crushed under the train, it almost felt like the clown was still hot on her tail, unwilling to let her go until she was guffawing at his jokes all the way from hell.
... Maybe that last part was just her imagination.
Fieldy
Fieldy took the splash of... blood(?) across his face in surprising stride- the lady behind him, however?
Not so much.
"Oh." She uttered blankly, her trembling hands pulling away from the youth to slowly drag over her face, before she stared at the dark substance that now tainted her finger tips. "Oh my god."
Fieldy almost saw it all in slow motion. Her eyes rolling into their sockets. Her hands going limp to her sides. Her expression slackening. Her entire body tilting to the side to fall.
And the worst part? As her head teetered off to one side, it found itself being lit red by a large number of laser pointers.
Not so coincidentally, at that very moment, the almost equally teetering sweeper suddenly made a sound akin to an alarm.
He could almost see the energy pooling inside the gun barrels-!
As well as the myriad of eager hands reaching out from the train to snatch her by the hairs!