There is little more horrifying to a sniper then the sound of an empty clip. More so when surrounded by demons. Hunter was absolutely covered in gore and blood, Voracia shredding everything around them. The rooftop was lost, but none of the demons could get past her onslaught. The creatures seethed and pushed, her claws and teeth flashing and eviscerating all who came near the sniper, who had finally exhausted his final clip. Spinning onto his back, he began firing his Makarov into the wall of death pulsing around the pair, giving a yell as blood splashed against his face.
"VORACIA, WE'RE OUT!"
The famine demon's hair dropped down, wrapped around the boy, and she catapulted backwards off the roof, dress tearing from a hundred grabbing claws. Lashing out with a tendril, her hair grabbed a broken window and the pair arced back down towards the wall, slamming through the glass and back into the top levels of the library. Hunter rolled with the impact, rifle jabbing into all parts of his body as he immediately struggled to get back onto his feet. He slung the gun over his back, checking all around with his pistol as Voracia slowly stood back up, steaming blood boiling on her body as Hunter walked over to her. He reached out, then winced as his fingers burned on her skin. The demon stepped backwards, breathing heavily.
"I can still fight!"
"You're burning up, you need to go."
"I'm not leaving you to die alone, you're useless without me!"
"Exactly. I can't have you die on me. Go, I'll try to rendezvous with the others. I'll be avoiding a fight."
She opened her mouth to argue, but Hunter released the sigil, and she faded away with a cry of protest. She'd be mad. All the more reason to not die here. He checked his ammo. The rifle was spent, he had used his entire cache, and had left a serious dent in the demons' numbers. Even better, his Overwatch had allowed a large number of students and teachers to evacuate safely. The downside was he was now left with a pistol with 20 rounds left. In the center of a demonic onslaught. Alone.
"Time to remember all that survival and stealth training from first year..."
Raising the pistol shakily, Hunter, blood-soaked and alone, began his trek to look for survivors within the buildings to rally together with.
"VORACIA, WE'RE OUT!"
The famine demon's hair dropped down, wrapped around the boy, and she catapulted backwards off the roof, dress tearing from a hundred grabbing claws. Lashing out with a tendril, her hair grabbed a broken window and the pair arced back down towards the wall, slamming through the glass and back into the top levels of the library. Hunter rolled with the impact, rifle jabbing into all parts of his body as he immediately struggled to get back onto his feet. He slung the gun over his back, checking all around with his pistol as Voracia slowly stood back up, steaming blood boiling on her body as Hunter walked over to her. He reached out, then winced as his fingers burned on her skin. The demon stepped backwards, breathing heavily.
"I can still fight!"
"You're burning up, you need to go."
"I'm not leaving you to die alone, you're useless without me!"
"Exactly. I can't have you die on me. Go, I'll try to rendezvous with the others. I'll be avoiding a fight."
She opened her mouth to argue, but Hunter released the sigil, and she faded away with a cry of protest. She'd be mad. All the more reason to not die here. He checked his ammo. The rifle was spent, he had used his entire cache, and had left a serious dent in the demons' numbers. Even better, his Overwatch had allowed a large number of students and teachers to evacuate safely. The downside was he was now left with a pistol with 20 rounds left. In the center of a demonic onslaught. Alone.
"Time to remember all that survival and stealth training from first year..."
Raising the pistol shakily, Hunter, blood-soaked and alone, began his trek to look for survivors within the buildings to rally together with.