[IC] [Fantasy RP]Cataclysm of Terra Firma[Semi-Strict Survivalist](Always Accepting!)

[KaBling]

I personally lifted Hugo on my shoulder, since Earl would probably spew eggs onto him, bringing him to his run-down, raised floor clinic that made my place look clean. Building covered with layers of dust and rust, weeds growing around it, all sorts of potential infections from simply stepping inside the place...

Entering the clinic itself was easy. Getting out was the hard part; Hugo was a hoarder. Thankfully, me and four others dug out most of the trash, although there was still a copious amount of junk laying inside the place. Brushing by rusty umbrellas and knocking over a disorganised pile of metal scrap, I was able to put Hugo on the bed where patients usually laid. 'Usually', as in Hugo's assistant was shot in the head by a bandit some of months earlier, being left on the floor for a day until Hugo returned from a hunting trip with several others. I'll never forget his screams. Damn bandits, getting the bastard to haunt me for his problem...

Anyway, Dr. Hugo Ying's a doctor, which is expected since pretty much every Asian we knew had some sort of degree. His plane crashed a couple of years back, running out of fuel while the solar flare made his pilot go blind or something. Initially, he was crazy and rambling about some 'safe haven', but he's recovered over the years. More or less. Point is, he's our physician, which is pretty helpful in a small community of around 20 people.

"Agh. Quit your crying. You've already given me bloody nightmares." I sternly said to Hugo. I knew he wouldn't stop crying, but of course one could always try. I strolled around the place, checking out empty and expired medicines alike being stacked on the already-filled bench. Interesting fact: Hugo scavenged for junk so much that for some reason, he would come across all this medical waste. Even more mysteriously, the medicine was usually safe to use, despite laying in such conditions. And hence all the infections, but hey - I preferred being treated with staph rather than this crazy disease that made you bleed from your orifices. I owe Hugo for pumping me full of this 'yellow penicillin.' As much as I didn't really like his rather unstable attitude, he was our only doctor around. Better yet, he was able to treat every infection we got on a weekly basis, mostly through lucky though... that's why some of us refer to him as the 'spin doctor.' Either that, or maybe the fact he often spun around on his heels to face his patients got him his nickname.

My train of thought was disrupted by Hugo's ridiculous crying. As I turned to him, my expression turned from pissed to fateful shock. Hugo was bleeding from his chest, and I was praying in my head that it wouldn't be bad. Even though he was our doctor, he couldn't exactly treat himself. Not in his current mental state, at least. Why the hell did Holland run off to the local clan... "Ah, my frickin' God." I dropped an empty vial of medicine, letting it drop into a rubbish bin, which was oddly empty in a building full of junk. I tried to get Hugo to talk, but he was panicking, begging for a ticket on a train or something. I suspected he'd wouldn't be the same afterwards. This damn world...

"I really gotta get Holland." I muttered to myself, slamming the door behind me after I scrounged through a swamp of faded junk, slinging my M40 on my back and making sure my blowtorch didn't fall out after hitting the railing for the clinic's stairs. Simply wrapping bandages around Hugo wouldn't exactly save his life, and I definitely didn't need Earl puking on him just so he'd be reincarnated as a chestburster.

...and then, all I did was just sit down grumpily and started throwing various curses around, kicking at a few weeds that couldn't prick my scales. I loathed the day of the solar flare; I would've been able to get my jeep and drive to the local clan for Holland. Or, I could've gotten my electric tools to fix that pipe. Better yet, Hugo wouldn't have crashed, and he would've gotten to his 'safe haven' or something.

One thing could save his life. Not bloody Earl, but another resident around here; Stanley. Before all of this, he was my best friend. We made a bet on who could trick emergency services more than the other. I managed to escape from police custody, and they still didn't know who the bloody hell I was. Stanley on the other hand managed to become a paramedic, although the seriousness of the job made him stay for two days until all of this happened. So far, he's a tall bipedal insect with two legs and four arms (two of which are smaller than the other two), but at least he'd be able to provide some support to Hugo. Unfortunately, Stanley was farming, and that meant I'd have to cross a large wheat field just to search for him...

[FyreFenix]

After the human raising its voice, explaining it is already aware of more Vehemendogs in the area and raising their gun at me I sigh. I raise my hands above my head after being pointed at with a gun. I make my ears raise and my tail begins to wave behind me. "My name is Ven Kujo. I have no intention of harming you. I originally came with the intention of looting but after realizing that you were still alive I attempted to warn you. I am not looking for a fight." I finish telling the human. I stand there waiting for a response so that the person might not shoot me. I slowly remove my hood revealing my face and just in case I prepare overdrive to escape if needed so that I might only get away with a bullet in the shoulder. "I promise not to harm you. If you need any supplies I would be happy to help." I tell the human with my arms still above my head. If the human decides to let me live I will most likely leave. Although seeing the human in an already damaged state might make me feel inclined to stay.

Looking around I see the group is already badly wounded and all of them are in need of treatment. A large cat-like thing appears to be in need of treatment the most followed by the human. Reaching slowly in to my pouch I remove a first aid kit. "If you want I can treat your injury's. I have basic medical training and I should be able to help." I tell the group waiting for a reply.

[Absol]

Lupe narrowed her eyes at the guy, before finally pulling back her gun and flicking the safety on, unloading the bullet and putting it into her hoodie pocket. She then holstered the gun, but never took her eyes off the guy - Ven he said he was. "Nyx. I'm keeping my eye on you. Don't trust you - not one bit. Hope you like cats 'else we're gonna have a problem." She said, letting her gaze hold Ven's for a moment before turning around and walking off, towards the small camp she saw nearby. "All right. I'm on my way to the camp over this way - I need this arm stitched up before I bleed out and faint." Turning to Ven, she eyed the first aid kit. "Don't suppose you've got any stitches?" She added, grinning slightly.

Erebos jumped off her shoulder and cautiously trotted over to Ven, his purple eyes watching him carefully, before stopping just in front of the first aid kit. He sat and just watched Ven silently, before turning and racing back over to Lupe. When the cat got back to her, Lupe just shook her head. "You're a bloody idiotic cat." She muttered, before lowering down to sit on her heels as she petted the cat, watching Ven carefully, awaiting his answer.

[Lugia]

I watch as this scene unfolds. Apparently, this black robed character was a scavenger... also, he was apparently a medic. I would have said something that may have drove him off, but, well, it turns out that Nyx seemed to trust him. Or, at least, she trusted him about as much as she trusted me. I then sort of thought it over, wondering why a scavenger would ever need to be a medic, and then it struck me. He was doing this to gain our trust and then kill us in our sleep.... or even just kill us while he's healing our wounds. I kept a closer eye on the guy, and barely held back growling at him. Oddly enough, from this, fire seemed to form in my mouth. I put out the flames, and looked the guy, er, the one with the fox ears, right in the eye and said "No, I'd rather just bandage this up myself when I get the time." sure, I didn't have bandages, but they weren't incredibly hard to find. Besides, I was a flying creature, and life was easier for me in the air anyways, where my injured foot wouldn't really come into play. These scavengers were always trouble for my clan... I doubt that they've stopped their thieving ways, heck, I'm sure they're more than happy that a lot of people died from this solar flare. I think as I try not to make it look like I was too angry at the guy. Nothing about him seemed trustworthy at all. He was like those guys at the old pawn shops before the world went to... well, this... no, worse, he and the other scavengers had just about the same trustworthiness of a used car salesman, or possibly whoever was the CEO of any given oil company at the time. To put it shortly, I could trust him about as far as Nyx could throw him.

[Sumable]

-nullpost about my character dying-

[FyreFenix]

Relaxing I open up the first aid kit and remove some stitches, bandages and a clean cloth. "Now I have only done stitches once before so the work may be a little rough. But it should be able to last awhile and possibly heal the wound." I tell Nyx. I then hand the clean cloth to Nyx "I suggest you put this in your mouth and bite down on it while I am doing the stitches, I would prefer it if you didn't bite your tongue and die." I tell her and then I begin to clear a small flat area for Nyx to lay down to apply the stitches. The large dragon-like creature mentions something about bandaging itself up and my ears twitch noticing a bit of distrust I shrug it off and begin to prepare for the stitching. "Oh and if you are wondering why I have medical knowledge for a 'Scavenger' I was taught it when I was younger thanks to my family." I tell the group while preparing. "Oh and one last thing don't pair me up with that group of thugs. I just prefer not to have to kill." I then wait for Nyx to lay down to start the procedure.

[Evanist]

Erion started to get up after the huge headache that he had, looking at the new commer, and sighed, seeing him starting to treat the group. In his side, his head had stop bleeding, though he would need to go and clean it up soon. He breath deeply, before looking at Robert, and then moving his head, making his own bag move to one of his horn. He then concentrate and opens the bag, before bringing out some bandages, and moving them in front of him. Lucky he kept a healing kit on him. He then breath deeply, feeling better.
"Robert, if you need patching for that leg, come down, I have some bandages.: Erion then sends to Robert,before opening the bandage and flying it in the air a bit. He breath deeply. At least he still had energy at the moment, even if that last trick did weaken him a lot. Not fighting for a bit he hoped, cause he will need to use his physical things instead of using all that mental power he has.

[Absol]

Lupe only stood there and raised an eyebrow at Ven, her eyes narrowing slightly as she crossed her arms. "What, so you expect me to jut lie down so you can stitch up my arm and maybe also 'accidentally' give me some sort of infection? No. I can stitch myself up. I told you earlier - I don't trust you.And by the looks of it, neither does anyone else. I'm good with you travelling with us so long as you keep a semi safe distance but;" She unholstered her 9mm and took out one bullet from her hoodie and showed it to Ven. "You lay on finger on me and this is going through your skull. Not to mention I'd rather not let someone who's only done stitches once patch this up." With that she holstered the gun and put the bullet away, clicking her fingers once and standing up.

Erebos then walked over to Ven, looking into the first aid kit and then up at the stitches he held. In one quick flap of his wings he was up at his eye level, swiping a paw down at the package and hooking into it with his claws. Now sure he was holding it carefully, Erebos then flew over to Lupe and sheathed his claws, dropping the package into her hand. "Thank you Erebos." She said, glancing over at Ven before unwrapping the blood soaked bandages that were covering her wound. "Damn Vehemendogs." She muttered, taking out her bandages again and making a tourniquet just above the cuts, before opening the package of stitches and taking out the curved needle, making sure the thread was still safe - who knows how old this was. Once she was sure it was okay, she used the cloth that Ven had handed to her and wiped some of the blood away from the gashes.

Then once Lupe was satisfied with the wound she lined up the needle to the top of the first cut and quickly sent the curved needle through one side of the gash and out the other, before moving it down in a zigzag formation and finishing at the end of the cut, using the end of the needle to tie the stitch and cut it. She then did the same thing to the other three cuts. She just had enough to stitch them all. Once she was done she unthreaded the needle and tied off the string, before snapping the tip off the needle and throwing it away - no need to give someone a weapon. Now satisfied that she wasn't going to bleed out, Lupe then rolled her sleeves down and looked over at Ven. "Now then. As I said earlier, I'm going over to the nearby camp. I may not be on the brink of blood loss but I need to resupply. You're welcome to follow." She said, turning away and walking off towards the camp, with Erebos by her side.

[FyreFenix]

Raising from the ground I place my hood back onto my head and put the first aid kit away. Seeing that the group appears to be in better shape I begin walking off. "That's a no thank you for the camp. I came here for a reason and I need to finish it." I tell Nyx as I begin to walk away from them. "Don't go dieing." I say jokingly as I face the other way and wave. I then grab hold of the charm around my neck and dash.

Running past ruined building I begin to use my senses to locate any life in the area. Smelling the air reveals a familiar smell that I wish wasn't so familiar. The smell of death. Pinpointing the smell within a building I move towards the room where the scent is the worst and what I see astounds me. Large amounts of blood covers the walls and floor of the room with three large poles with heads on the end sitting in the center of the room. Coughing from horror I begin to back out of the room with my eyes wide. After that sight I realize something I learned long ago. This is hell and I have to live in it. Leaving the building I begin to move as far away from it as possible to get rid of the scent. After doing so I freeze. Carefully relaxing I realize something. I am being watched. Quickly sniffing the air I determine the location of the predator. Whipping around I see it a large Nightiger prowling towards me.

I draw my sword swiftly and quickly to try and scare off the beast. As the attempt has no effect I take a battle stance preparing myself for the attack. The large creature pounces and I jump to the right. Swinging my sword at the beast I cut a large gash in its side with my blade. Bouncing back it prepares to pounce at me once again. Same old tricks huh? I think to myself as I dodge to the left this time. This time I swing my blade and sever one of the beasts limbs, it yowls in pain and begins to get angrier. Growling at me it attempts to dash at me only to collapse because of its lack of leg. While the beast is down I make a pounce of my own only to bring my sword straight down into the beast and pierce its heart. I remove my blade and sheath it and then I apologize for taking the beasts life. Turning around I then begin looking around for the research building I set out to find.

[KaBling]

I spent half an hour scrambling through large threads of wheat, pushing them aside and having to smack away the occasional pest. I stuck by my values, believing that everyone has to survive for the benefit of everyone else. In this case, we needed him for healing, I needed him for his compassion. Eventually, I could hear a guitar playing, and could sight a small shack by my left. At least to a fair distance.

I ran to the sounds of Stanley's music. Obviously, being an insect, he sounded terrible now. He kept insisting to play to himself, claiming that it was good for his well-being. Well, I did know someone else's well-being being threatened. I brushed away the last few upright wheat, getting on a small path and stepping on the shack's stairs. I looked back to the clinic, which wasn't far enough to be a part of the horizon, yet seemed quite a distance from where I was. I knocked gently on Stanley's door, before stupidly realising he was outside on his deck. He had to call to me while sitting on a wheeless office chair. "Milloon? What brings you here? Haven't talked to you for a while." He grumbled, swiveling towards me and crossing his arms. He laid down his guitar like a gun; gently and making sure it wouldn't get stepped on.

Anyway, about that... me and Stanley had a falling out a year ago. I made a man-sized (insect-sized) reaper so that he could farm the wheat easily, although he broke his back on that. Said it was too heavy or some other ridiculous reason. Regardless, he was pissed at me for a while. "Stanley, you can punch me after you come around the clinic." Stanley gulped. It wasn't easy to see through his insect body, but I could something was off. "Hugo's chest got crushed by the aqueduct pipe. And by God, I will guarantee you he won't survive the night. Not in that rust bucket. You won that bet right? Well, it's gonna be useful for something now." I continued, ignoring Stanley's expression.

"Listen, er... I lied. I just got drunk for two days and fell into a nasty coma." Because of Stanley's lie, my previous statement became 'Stanley, I'm gonna punch you after I come back from the clinic.' Or rather: "You bastard. You took away my house keys for that?! That may be the least of our problems: Hugo's dying, and I thought I could count on you to save his damn life..." I turned my back on Stanley, facepalming slowly as I got another hand on my face. "Oh..."

"Hey. At least we're even. I don't have to punch you anymore." And with that, I just jerked around suddenly, charged up to Stanley and delivered a blow to his face. His mandible snapped instantly as he fell off his chair, while he landed just a few centimetres away from the edge that separate the deck and the wheat field. A one metre wouldn't kill him, yet I wished that did happen. That, and he'd regrow that pretty soon. "...ouw." He murmured, sitting up and rubbing his face. His guitar was just beside him.

"Yeah. Whatever. That pretty thing of yours' will grow back pretty soon. Maybe it would heal faster if Hugo wasn't dyin' as we speak." I thought Stanley would be pissed at me for another year, although it turned out he believed that was what he deserved. So, I just walked down the stairs and his dusty pathway, taking the long route back to the clinic. If it took five minutes to walk from that to the rest of the community, then I definitely didn't want to spend half an hour wadding through a wheat field again.

I had to accept Hugo would die. At least, according to the appearance of his injuries.

[Lugia]

I was about to say something else, but it seemed as though the guy left. Erion then pulled out a first-aid kit, and the bandages flew around where I'd catch them with my mouth. I quickly wrapped up my injured and bloody foot, using my saliva to hold the bandage in place, and using my teeth to cut the bandage to the length I needed. I then land to test it out, and, while it still kinda hurt, it was still better than before. Just as I land, I feel yet another earthquake, and notice the ground crack. A hole appeared, and out of that came some sort of mutated mole creature. It was about ten feet tall, and just about as round. Its claws were big enough to easily slice us all in two if it wanted, and the thing seemed to have weird, rock-like lumps all over its body. its two beady, yellow eyes and its somehow tiny snout were the only way you could tell that this was the thing's head, rather than its rear. It laughed, and shouts "The organization shall rise again! The last of the humans will be crushed or sliced by my hand here and now," he then looks around, and finally looks down at us, laughing again and adding "You are much smaller than I thought you'd be... ah, well, that will make things easier for me," the thing then attempts to crush me with its significantly bulky hands, but, thanks to my ability to fly, and relatively compact size, I was able to dodge. Of course, if I didn't dodge, I would be dead by now. "Uh... guys? Got any ideas?" I ask as I think about whether or not my electricity would actually work against this thing. It didn't have fur, either, which means that it probably wasn't all too flammable. I then try shooting electricity at the thing, and it seems to hit, and even stun the thing for a moment, but just after that, it dug its claws into its own skin, pulled off a lump, and then threw the thing at me, hitting me right in the gut. I was forced to land, but thankfully, it was one of the thing's smaller lumps, so it didn't kill me... oddly enough, the area where its lump used to be was now a patch of potentially vulnerable skin... hm...

[Evanist]

As Erion was trying to take a slight time to breath, he then sees the mole rise from the ground, and hears what it said... the organization... no.... those... those are the ones that killed his village and family! And now they wanted to wipe everyone out! He could not let it be. He had backed away a bit at him, before concentrating, and using his mental powers, start to pull at rocks like lumps from it's body, attempting to pull them off and then smash them back onto the mole, attempting to do damage using this.... he knew it might not help too much... but he just hoped that it would world. He got his wings ready. He needed to find a good spot to strike if he was going to attack it from short distance, cause headbutting this and striking with his horns on rock would not be the best way to work right now... even if it could be effective. Best just try the first technique and see if it works on hurting it, or else he would have to move away quickly and then strike it when there will be a open spot. A drop down attack might actually work better to do more damage in this case, using gravity to help. He also looks at the attacks, ready to maybe push someone way using his mental powers if the mole was about to strike them.

[Absol]

Lupe turned as soon as the rumbling started, taking cover in a nearby building. She unholstered her 22cal' and then loaded it full with 10 bullets. She knew she was running low now, only having 2 bullets for her 22 and 5 for her 9mm. She scowled, before unsheathing one dagger and holding it in the classic backwards facing style. When the mole came up and yelled something about the Organization, Lupe muttered a string of curses. "Erebos - Distract." She muttered, and the cat nodded, dashing towards the mole and leaping up onto the vulnerable skin that had just been uncovered by the rock, digging in his claws and raking down it with his back legs. Lupe used the cat as a target before letting out a long sharp and loud whistle, firing her gun three times in quick succession. Erebos had moved as soon as she had whistled and the bullets hit their mark on the scratches the the cat had left. She then jumped out from her shelter, pointing it at the mole's back where all the rocks were, her dagger held in a defensive stance.

"I'd say pick on someone your own size, but that'd be a bit impossible." She said, grinning up at the mole. Oh good, I wanted a giant freaking mole to just claw it's way up to ruin my day even further. Brilliant, just freaking brilliant.

[KaBling]

I picked up speed as I sighted Hugo's clinic, opening the door and falling on God-knows-what. There was junk everywhere as usual, although Hugo didn't seem disturbed. He was never disturbed.

"Oh... hey..." He seemed alright. Wasn't going pale or anything, and my bandages seemed to have been wrapped tightly. Yet, something was off.

"How're you doing?" I asked, scrambling over a mountain of buttons and nearly tripping on some empty bottles. "I mean, that pipe fell from a great height."

"Nah... don't blame yourself. I'll probably die in this clinic, because I never really did clean myself." He wasn't lying; he had a full beard enough to make Santa envy him. He occasionally wore thin glasses, but that was for reading. Not a very big fella, mind you, but he did have a say in most of our things. He was still lying on the bed, a blue t-shirt with yellow stripes running down on one side...

"Eh. Better to die from infection or getting your chest crushed?" I asked, trying to keep a happy mood as I sat down on a chair.

"More like... deserving, y'know. Ran the world, became one of the few... bosses for a day or... two... and..." At first, I thought he lost so much blood that he just died, right there. What really happened was that he was asleep. I didn't notice that needle sticking in his arm. Still crazy though.

"Agh. You'll get an infection here alright. Hopefully someone else will come around and fix you up." I said, walking out the clinic and creating a path for myself. I stepped onto the lonely road, walking down towards the community of Swells to begin work on that pipe; I didn't leave my equipment there for nothing.

That, and it would relieve some weight off me. Because, I'd be fighting for my life soon. A small tremor was bad. A response to helping someone who was being chased was worse.

[Lugia]

The creature shouted in pain as Nyx shot the thing right in the flesh underneath the rocks, that is, only after her cat tore into that exact weak spot. A couple of the rocks seemed to rise from the creature's body, and then were dropped back down onto it by some invisible force, well, either that, or someone here can somehow use telekinetic powers. The creature seemed somewhat hurt, but if this is all we had, it would take a long time to take this beast down. I then tried to think of ways of getting support. My clan was just too far to hear me if I shouted, however, I think there might have been another settlement that would be closer. Sure, they wouldn't hear me, but maybe we could lure the beast over there... I mean, the thing seemed to be out for our blood, so it probably wouldn't be too tough to get it to follow us into the community. Wary of the thing's hearing, I landed near Nyx and Erion, and say "Hey, I know a community that might be able to help us take down this thing... we'd just have to lure it over there. It's off to the east, er, I think, um, my left, let's leave it at that, and it's not too far from here," I then fly back up and try to start putting my plan in action, starting off by zapping the thing right in the bullet wounds, which seemed to tick it off, and saying "Wow, you must have really gotten the short end of the mutation stick, huh? I mean, just LOOK at you, well, I guess appearance doesn't matter too much to you people, 'cause you might just be nearly blind. Oh, and you're slow, too. I'll bet you can't even keep up with me," I then flew off towards the community, with one seriously angry mole-thing chasing after me from underground.

[Evanist]

Erion saw what Robert was doing, going and taunting the mole. What was he doing... trying to get himself killed. Just then he had a idea in his side. He started to run, fallowing Robert. Might as well help him at least. He concentrating, trying to detect the mole. It would probably remake its armor if he were to remove it... but...
"Is there any rivers nearby? Maybe we could attempt to drown him or something." he then sudgested to Robert, hoping that it might end up being a good idea. He then saw slightly a form of a town at a distance... He was leading the mole towards a community... probably for backup... Now he understood what he was doing... but it was also risking other lives... It was dangerous.... but if they did not do this, then it might end up with everyone going and getting killed or stomp by that thing. So he continued to fallow, hoping Robert knew what he was doing right now, cause this was a really bad situation

[Absol]

Lupe watched in mild annoyance as the mole thing still stood. Robert then flew up into the air and started mocking the mole, before flying off. Part of Lupe wanted to just walk the other way, but the other part won over and she ran after Robert, taking care not to step on the lines that were following the mole's path as it dug underground. Lupe scowled as she ran, moderating her breathing and her pace so that she didn't run her stamina to the ground in the run over there. Wincing every time she moved her left arm, she gritted her teeth - those cuts hurt. Erebos dashed at her side, the cat's wings spread slightly to reduce drag as he ran. Lupe pointed up at Robert, before nodding to Erebos. The cat sped up, outstretching his wings fully and giving them one hard flap, jumping in the air and soaring up into the sky, leveling off at Robert's side. Lupe, now not having to worry about the cat sped up, holstering her guns in a quick spin-the-handle-on-a-finger-and-hoster trick, dashing forwards, but still moderating her breathing - a stitch at this time would not be preferable.

[KaBling]

"Oh for God's sake. When can I get a break?" Well. I have ran quite a distance in a short span of time. Am I really that young at the age of 41? That is very disturbing, although being a snake beats that.

So, you may be wondering why that line. I was walking down the road toward Swells, panting and wishing I had taken my bottle of water with me - I lost it about a week ago, and I haven't been doing well since. Anyway, the tremors subsided, but I knew that wasn't a natural earthquake. (I think visiting a nephew in Christchurch gave me earthquake senses.) If anything, I could feel the 'direction' of it. I turned my head to my right, and swore loudly. You don't need to know what I said, but you did have to know my reaction; it would give a better perspective of the situation if you didn't know what was going on. "I run all day tryin' to save one man's life... for this crap?" I sounded rather calm, if not grumpy. I would motor again, but I was very tired and there were limits.

I stood my ground, and flicked my rifle's sash off me, letting it dangle as I fumbled for the handle and pulled it over my shoulder. Feeling the wood, I slipped my scaly fingers on the grip, leaving one on the trigger.

"Huh. At least I won't be alone when I die." I spoke to myself, viewing what was going on through my scratched scope. My crosshairs blurred as I tried to keep still, getting glimpses of a bird, cat, some other things... and a giant mole. No wonder the earthquakes. I'd shoot, but chances are that I'd end up hitting something different to the mole.

[Lugia]

This is bad, this is bad... he's getting closer to hitting me. I think as I continue dodging and flying towards this small community. I knew this place well, and knew that nobody there was hostile, or evil. They weren't going to shoot at something that wasn't harmful to them... I just hoped whoever was left could recognize me, even if I've mutated beyond all possible recognition. The mole flung a couple more rocks at me in anger, and shouted "The organization will rise once more!" His voice was loud and booming, heck, it sounded like a rock band performing right next to my ear, so I was certain that the others in that community have heard it. I then notice some sort of snakeman with a sniper rifle of some sort... wait, I knew that gun, and that facial expression, he was that old hermit, um... was his name Miles? M? Er... no, wait, he was Milloon Hall... possibly. Of course, I couldn't be too sure, as far as I knew, this snake thing killed Milloon and took his gun, but he was the only hope we really had. Where was everyone else, though? I was certain that there were more people in this community. The mole stopped after a bit, and started trying to attack Erion and Nyx, though, it exposed its own weak points as it did. The thing tried to crush Erion, however, it stopped just short of doing so thanks to being stunned by an electrical shock that hit the thing right where one of its rocks used to be. "GRAH! Stupid fly, stop bothering me!" The thing shouted at me, and, obviously, everyone else. It then went back to attacking me, and once I noticed that I had attracted its rage once again, I flew away from the snake thing that might have been Milloon just to make sure that he didn't get a rock to the face... the thing was facing me and the sniper snake, its eyes bright red from anger, and, an obvious weak spot if anyone could accurately hit them.

[Evanist]

Erion saw the thing trying to attack him, and quickly moved away, hoping to get away from the mole. After getting a good distance and then hearing what the mole said about the organisation and the town that was close to them, he understood what Robert was doing. He then quickly uses his psychic powers and attempts to remove each big rock from the mole 1 my one, making them fall on the ground, trying to remove his armor. He knew full well that without his armor, he would be hit easier then how it is right now. If only they had a missle or something. Something to hit the mole hard to either knock it out or kill it... What could be bad for a mole...might be the fact that it could not move... he could attempt the same technique as with the venodog earlier, but that would probably be inaffective, knowing how much the mole might just break easy from the bindings. What could be bad for a mole... would be drowning... but how to drown a mole if there no water around
Erion finished his though when the mole attempted to swipe him, only to him to dodge and actually cut slightly the mole's paw with his horns. He stared to have a idea... a crazy that would be in a last resort...