"on your right."
"!"
the overseer's spear barely missed her ally, but hit the target straight through the throat. the god-killer collapsed, suffocating on its' own blood.
the white wolf gave a brief nod to the faceless, albeit nervously, before whirling on her heel to clock another creature in the head with the handle of her axe.
the faceless continued to wreak havoc, every step bringing frost to the surrounding environment - not unlike the wolf, who had already summoned dozens of ice blades, freezing the earth beneath.
the assistant was having a blast, as evidenced by his overjoyed, maniacal laughter, occasionally interrupted by brief greetings of (former) clanmates -
"oh, hey Jeri!" T H U D.
- and promptly followed by a hard swing of an electrified axe.
safe to say that they didn't need any assistance for now.
couldn't say the same for the horned siblings.
.
.
.
chaos had quickly engulfed the downtown area, the screams and terrified yelps of citizens mixing in with guttural, predatory shrieks.
and of course, the sound of objects being broken, thrown, and god-killers being beaten within an inch of their life.
black blood spurted from open wounds, staining the arms of a very disoriented golden-eyed, who held a shard of glass tightly within a trembling hand.
ichor had started to cover almost half of her face already, staining pale skin, bitter as ever. slit pupils shook violently, tears welling in red eyes.
"watch oUT -!"
the golden-eyed let out a short gasp at the sudden feeling of being shoved aside, violently, against a concrete wall. she flinched at the sound of multiple gunshots, followed by agonized shrieking.
"oi, oi - are you alright?! hey, kid -"
the tall figure, blurry, an odd mix of reds and blues and pale, pale teal, with a gravelly, but feminine voice, grasped the falling girl's shoulders tightly in clawed hands. the brunette collapsed into the tall one's chest.
"eugh," mumbled the figure, "you...don't look so good. ah - you shouldn't be here, in the middle of -"
the golden-eyed was abruptly thrown into a nearby alley, followed by the tall figure in red unloading another few rounds into a god-killer.
she let out a short yelp, clinging to the brick wall in order to not...collapse.
the tall figure quickly reloaded, turning a bit to look at the recovering golden-eyed.
"run."
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