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Isen'roy tch'd in annoyance as Adrian dodged backwards to avoid his blade. The tactician had immediately judged his barrier to be inadequate and reacted accordingly.
As Adrian threw the dagger in front of him, Isen'roy braced himself for an explosion type magic only to have a burst of light blind him. That tricky little... he thought. Immediately understanding the situation, Isen'roy weighed between the various options laid before him. He could attempt a blind shockwave in the general direction Adrian had leapt in, he could run around attempting to dodge attacks until his vision returned or he could... and the list went on.
All of these thought processes occurred in a fraction of a second and Isen'roy decided on his next action.
He stood perfectly still.
Using his sense of sense of sound and smell, he determined where Adrian was and adjust so the sides of his body faced him. He would adjust accordingly even if Adrian attempted to move. The reason was simple, he would remain on the defensive for the next few seconds till his vision returned. By standing sideways, he reduced the hit box available to Adrian. By minimizing the area Adrian could use to target at, he was confident he could parry the attack even without his vision.
As Adrian threw the dagger in front of him, Isen'roy braced himself for an explosion type magic only to have a burst of light blind him. That tricky little... he thought. Immediately understanding the situation, Isen'roy weighed between the various options laid before him. He could attempt a blind shockwave in the general direction Adrian had leapt in, he could run around attempting to dodge attacks until his vision returned or he could... and the list went on.
All of these thought processes occurred in a fraction of a second and Isen'roy decided on his next action.
He stood perfectly still.
Using his sense of sense of sound and smell, he determined where Adrian was and adjust so the sides of his body faced him. He would adjust accordingly even if Adrian attempted to move. The reason was simple, he would remain on the defensive for the next few seconds till his vision returned. By standing sideways, he reduced the hit box available to Adrian. By minimizing the area Adrian could use to target at, he was confident he could parry the attack even without his vision.
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You would feel even sadder by the detail it was in, I just gave the simplified version.
Would it be as sad as the doctor who died in World War Z? You know, the one who died by tripping and shooting himself.
Guys. I think the mafia killed Tancoras.
I lol'd.
THE MYSTERY CONTINUES. DUN DUN DUNNNNNNNNN~
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Well, to be fair to Erik, Hornby went out the window and was promptly killed by zombies.
I feel so sad for Hornby from the way you said that.
Timothy Raddington
Present Time, Three Towers Apartment Complex, Lobby
Holy fucking shit, Timothy thought to himself. It's only been two months since I came to the city and I get this curveball?!
The young man's expression was full of grimace. He had come to the city to make a change in his life. To see new sights and experience new things. Though he technically achieved that, this was totally out of his expectations. Who would have expected a zombie apocalypse? He recalled when the first wave wave of Z's hit. He was working at some birthday party gig that a friend recommended to him. It was going well, the people were nice and he even seemingly got the interest of the birthday girl. She was a total babe, he thought. And then shit hit the fan. There was screaming and panic all around. People were pushing left and right to escape the infected that charged through the open house door.
Timothy had been fortunate to escape, hijacking an empty car to do so; the owner had been pulled out of the vehicle by the infected. Under normal circumstances, there was noway he would attempt to dive past them to get to the car... if not for the fact there were even more of them coming from behind him.
That was two hours ago.
Now he was back in the lobby of his apartment building, smack down in the middle of the city. It was pure coincidence his instincts yelled at him to return home. Though not necessarily a smart thing to do, it was apparently the best. He had heard whispers of others in the lobby of how those who attempted to fled the city and managed to bypass the Z's were forced to return back in due to the quarantine or get shot.
Though it wasn't all smiles and butterflies here, it was definitely better than being out there. Still, he had his worries.
Two people had seized charge of the people around here and among them wasn't the fucking dumb police sergeant that had just came rushing in. One was a pastor. That didn't bode well with Timothy. He wasn't exactly an atheist or anything, in fact he took a neutral stance towards religion. It was just that religious people tended to be more... extreme. The second guy didn't make things any better either. For whatever reason, he was fully armed in army gear and weapons and Timothy was praying (to no god in particular) that it wasn't some gun fanatic that always appeared in TV dramas that have warped personalities and get everyone killed.
Timothy felt his heart crumble as Z's attempted to break though. He was definitely more towards the cowardly side than brave. In fact, he actually just wanted to run around panicking his head off but the shock of the situation had yet to sink in.
"Start making your way upstairs Padre, I'll secure the lobby and barricade them from higher ground," said the gun guy.
Upon hearing this, Timothy burst out. There was plenty of noise enough from the shots he fired and he wanted to continue?
"Wowowowow, by 'securing' the lobby, you don't intend to shoot more of them dead do you?!" he yelled. Though he had only had contact with them for a short while, he noticed one important things about them. They were attracted to commotions. This was why earlier, he visualized kicking the police sergeant around (because he would never have the balls to actually do it). He had brought them to the apartment even though they had initially all been heading away towards the sound of gunfire.
Is it me or did Erik totally forget or ignore Hornby in the passenger seat?
Timothy Raddington
Profession:Freelance Photographer
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Backstory: Timothy was originally a country bumpkin who dreamed of living in the city… so he did. However, jobs weren’t easily available to a young man without any qualifications whatsoever. Having no intentions to work at a fast-food joint, he fell back on the skill he had developed over the years as a hobby; photography. Though not necessarily an easy job, he’s had decent success as a freelancer in the city. Helping out in local events, private parties, photoshoots and so on and so forth. Timothy was actually in the midst of a job at a birthday party when the first wave of Z’s hit…
Skills and Equipment
Skills: Photography, flattery and a high amount of EQ (observing and understanding the mood of the ppl and all)
Starting Equipment: Camera Backpack, Nikon D7100, Polaroid Z2300, camera extensions and other necessities for a photographer (film, lenses and etc).
Starting Weapons: Metal Bat(Cat 6)
Personality, Psychology and Physiology
Bravery: 3
Psychological Stability: 4
Reaction Speed: 9
Physical Strength: 5
Constitution: 4
Party Control: No
Muah.
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