Gross.

There was a particular odor that came with tainted blood and matter, something that boiled black and phosphorescent green within the pitch of darkness and coiled thicky through scraps of fur and warped hide. Vix's expression fixated into a scowl whilst hunched over the dying mutt beneath her and barked out a cough that covered the gag choking her throat in a vice. One never got used to the smell of radiated things, and even her experiences working with drug-addled dogs and snarling beasts did nothing to filter the stench now permeating her knives sunk hilt deep into ribs and flank. She shucked both out with a sickening slick sound of wrenching alloy and bone and promptly used the already stained grass to wipe her blades free of gunk, and shined them swiftly against the dusted leather of her trousers. An easy victory, Vix thought with a furrowed brow, almost a little too easy. She recalled old strategy that saw to initial waves being meager pawns and fodder to adrenalize their enemies before the bigger guns, in a sense, came tearing down the opposition. That sphere of dread was still bundled at the base of her spin and sent slivers of dread tracking up her back. When Sylvia cast her light upon Rocket suspended above their crowns, weapon clutched and looking, well, unscathed for the most part, Vix twirled one knife through her dexterous gesture and pointed.

"Well hey Princess, how the hell did you manage that?" She inquired none too gently, pointedly motioning her blade to the rope looped around her ankle. "I'll cut you down, but don't expect me to catch you." Vix was ultimately prepared to do just that, when, with a ping somewhere behind her glaring lobe, she thought; where the fuck is the guy who would catch her? As per his duty and regulated sense of occupation, the ex-Raider panned her eye around the clearing, searching for the still absent Soldier.

"Actually, what the fuck happened. And where is-" Again, her instincts swelled full into overdrive, for dogs were one thing and easily dispatched, but the warped bears of pink and diseased flesh capped barely by tufts of oozing black that reeked of carrion and taint was founded into another category altogether.

Ah, crap.

Vix was not one for the initiative in the circumstances of taking charge against a Yao Guai, she had seen them shred barriers and comrades apart like mere cloth and wet paper sobbed in blood. There was little to stop the charge of a raging bear, and warped creatures like Yao Guai bore an aggression streak miles wider than her own, and that was saying something. She was entirely grateful with Sylvia taking the initial assault, with Felix following behind in attempt to disable its movements, and - he still made her cringe because why he couldn't he just be some human - followed by the report of a shotgun, Vix did what she did best. She hoisted her arms back, muscles bunched and taut and flung out her knives, aiming for the massive head swinging around with frothing jowls pried open in a vicious roar of fury.