Lee smiled, she bought it. At this point Lee had figured out she wasn’t meaning to hurt him, she would have taken the opportunity at his belly if she was, so he would return the favor, but he had to show off a little. So many tactics he could choose from, so little time to decide. Lee supposed that for styles sake, he should try some dirty tactics, they had gotten him far, and he hoped it would take him a little farther.
Lee targeted the blade in her hands with the non-nailed end of the 2X4 to disarm her, he then looped around her and swung at her legs with moderate force to trip her with his 2X4, Lee watched the girl, he hoped that would not be the end of their little spar, but if his sparring partner was too beat to continue, then he wouldn’t stop her, it wasn’t exactly a fight, more of a refresher course really, but it was fun at least.
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The girl’s movements put Lee on guard, he still didn’t know how good she was with those knives, but she was fast. Interesting choice, that’s what she said? Lee hadn’t thought about it, there were plenty chances to pick up something else, but he hadn’t expected to fight. Another question formed in his head, with such a small and fast weapon, why had she not attacked yet? Lee came the conclusion that like him, she wanted to test the waters, which meant that he would have to make the first move.
“Ok, have her underestimate me” Lee thought, Lee advanced one step and made the intentional mistake of exposing part of his stomach that wouldn’t hurt to bad until after the fight, ah adrenaline what a dreamy chemical. Lee was already walking the walk, but now for the talk.
“I suppose if one of you gets mucked up, I could patch you up” Lee said, maintaining eye contact with his opponent, Lee knew he was more than adept at first aid, he'd been practicing his whole life, but what else was there, there was his marksmanship, at least where handguns were concerned, but other than that and reading to many magazines, there wasn’t much to him, it would have to do.
“I can make every round count” Lee added, Lee thought back to the things he’d read, nothing particularly useful came to mind.
“And I guess I can play the mule if you really needed it” Lee finished, ok that was enough talk, he performed an inaccurate jab with the 2X4, and prepared to dodge if he needed to. He was practically waiting for the feeling of a blade in his side at this point. “Come on knife lady, Make your move” he thought.
“Ok, have her underestimate me” Lee thought, Lee advanced one step and made the intentional mistake of exposing part of his stomach that wouldn’t hurt to bad until after the fight, ah adrenaline what a dreamy chemical. Lee was already walking the walk, but now for the talk.
“I suppose if one of you gets mucked up, I could patch you up” Lee said, maintaining eye contact with his opponent, Lee knew he was more than adept at first aid, he'd been practicing his whole life, but what else was there, there was his marksmanship, at least where handguns were concerned, but other than that and reading to many magazines, there wasn’t much to him, it would have to do.
“I can make every round count” Lee added, Lee thought back to the things he’d read, nothing particularly useful came to mind.
“And I guess I can play the mule if you really needed it” Lee finished, ok that was enough talk, he performed an inaccurate jab with the 2X4, and prepared to dodge if he needed to. He was practically waiting for the feeling of a blade in his side at this point. “Come on knife lady, Make your move” he thought.
Was this girl serious? Nobody was going to kill me she said as she approached with a blade drawn. Somebody needed to deal with this girl. At this moment, Fear became excitement, finally, after so long without any danger outside of not getting enough to eat, a fight.
“Excuse me, what do you mean little one? You’re not that big yourself” Lee said, he was ready for a fight.
Lee studied the situation and drew his 2X4; He wasn’t sure if the others would fight Lee so he only focused on the girl, still keeping an eye on the others. One blade and an unknown combatant, the blade was about 10 inches, one of the smaller ones she was carrying but more than big enough to cause serious and possibly fatal injuries, she would more than likely aim for the neck or somewhere near his heart, Lee accounted for this by standing sideways to make himself smaller, keeping both hands on the weapon that he angled at 45 degrees to allow him to match the speed of the girl if he needed to, he didn’t know how skilled the girl was with the knife so he waited for her to make the first move. He didn’t want to wait, but he didn’t want to lose the fight.
“well blade girl, your move” Lee said, with a slight grin on his face. He wasn't sure about the girl, but at least she had saved him from boredom.
“Excuse me, what do you mean little one? You’re not that big yourself” Lee said, he was ready for a fight.
Lee studied the situation and drew his 2X4; He wasn’t sure if the others would fight Lee so he only focused on the girl, still keeping an eye on the others. One blade and an unknown combatant, the blade was about 10 inches, one of the smaller ones she was carrying but more than big enough to cause serious and possibly fatal injuries, she would more than likely aim for the neck or somewhere near his heart, Lee accounted for this by standing sideways to make himself smaller, keeping both hands on the weapon that he angled at 45 degrees to allow him to match the speed of the girl if he needed to, he didn’t know how skilled the girl was with the knife so he waited for her to make the first move. He didn’t want to wait, but he didn’t want to lose the fight.
“well blade girl, your move” Lee said, with a slight grin on his face. He wasn't sure about the girl, but at least she had saved him from boredom.
Lee'd had enough, the silence was killing him. He stepped out of his little corner of the room and Asked, Rather loudly
“If it’s not too much trouble, could I come with one of you?” he awaited a response, he hoped to god one of them needed another set of eyes,
“I heard all the details, and I can stay quiet if I need to” Lee figured that if he gave them a reason to doubt him, they’d disregard him in a heartbeat. Lee suddenly felt something strange, he felt uncertain, and why had he left his hiding hole? If they were upset, any one of them could kill him without much trouble, or mess, or noise, uncertainty became fear, what a stupid move he had made.
“Umm…Please don’t kill me” He added
“If it’s not too much trouble, could I come with one of you?” he awaited a response, he hoped to god one of them needed another set of eyes,
“I heard all the details, and I can stay quiet if I need to” Lee figured that if he gave them a reason to doubt him, they’d disregard him in a heartbeat. Lee suddenly felt something strange, he felt uncertain, and why had he left his hiding hole? If they were upset, any one of them could kill him without much trouble, or mess, or noise, uncertainty became fear, what a stupid move he had made.
“Umm…Please don’t kill me” He added
Simgi looked at the poor grunt’s corpse, then at the grunts working on the cannon. It was a shame, his brethren were prone to acts of stupidity but pulling a weapon on a Sangheili was a death sentence. Still, the standard equipment of an Unggoy was notoriously weak the Sangheili could have disarmed him before he made it passed his shields. Oh well, he thought, it is not uncommon for this to happen to his kind, even though the act as plasma sponges more often than not saving the rest of them from taking plenty of hits. He dare not confront the Sangheili lest he face the same fate. The remaining grunts of the group working on the cannon were scared into work, but Simgi could tell that they were distraught. Then there was the lonely Armor Clad giant, Simgi couldn’t tell what to make of it. The bird-things at least had a personality but every Armor thing he’d met just stood or destroyed. Simgi cursed himself; he should know the names of his comrade’s species at least.
Everybody knew Simgi didn’t deserve his rank, everybody except his fellow Unggoy. Simgi was not particularly adept at combat, save for on-target grenade throws, fear still filled him but he could just barely manage it enough to keep a fight going, and most of the kills he got were thanks to extremely circumstantial environment, the hanging electric wire, the unstable scaffolding, and the ever present explosive corpses of his brethren thanks to the methane, at least they continued to serve in death. This lead Simgi to believe that, at least where cannon fodder is concerned, Ranks are given based on how long they can soak up fire. “Competent Fighter” was giving him too much credit, but at least the other Unggoy appreciated him, and would even follow his orders sometimes.
He had barely noticed the counselor, he glared at Rava,
“The more you kill my brothers, the less likely they are to stop plasma for you” Simgi said. He wouldn’t take physical action, and the pilot may not care, but at least the Unggoy’s feelings would be known.
Everybody knew Simgi didn’t deserve his rank, everybody except his fellow Unggoy. Simgi was not particularly adept at combat, save for on-target grenade throws, fear still filled him but he could just barely manage it enough to keep a fight going, and most of the kills he got were thanks to extremely circumstantial environment, the hanging electric wire, the unstable scaffolding, and the ever present explosive corpses of his brethren thanks to the methane, at least they continued to serve in death. This lead Simgi to believe that, at least where cannon fodder is concerned, Ranks are given based on how long they can soak up fire. “Competent Fighter” was giving him too much credit, but at least the other Unggoy appreciated him, and would even follow his orders sometimes.
He had barely noticed the counselor, he glared at Rava,
“The more you kill my brothers, the less likely they are to stop plasma for you” Simgi said. He wouldn’t take physical action, and the pilot may not care, but at least the Unggoy’s feelings would be known.
Drakel said
We might need an appearance though overall it's acceptable.
Crap sorry, thought I put a picture there, here we are.
Lee stood in the room a bit surprised that he wasn’t seen. Airport, No Rations, and now people are missing; no wonder people are a little on edge. Lee watched the deliveries being thrown around; shells and supplements…perfect supplies for a group of fighters. The though worried Lee as the only thing worse than infected, which charged, stalked, and threw crap, were men with guns, at least the infected were predictable.
Lee decided to stay hidden as long as possible, if he was spotted it was on them for not noticing him so he didn’t fear that scenario. Maybe if the others didn’t show he could go look for them, not that he wished something bad had happened, but it would be nice to get out and do something, maybe even crack a few skulls. “Stop with the violent thoughts” Lee told himself, he knew looking for a fight would get him killed. He watched the people, Terrence had handed deliveries to a woman with knives, and a woman with a pearl ring, he either hadn’t met any of them or he had and didn’t remember, he hoped he just hadn’t met them. Lee began wondering about the two missing men, he caught the names Goblin and Miguel, but didn’t recognize any of the names. Lee thought about it, who did he know? He drew a blank, even the guys he used to run with were not very memorable, or maybe he just can’t spend time knowing people that might die tomorrow.
Lee decided to stay hidden as long as possible, if he was spotted it was on them for not noticing him so he didn’t fear that scenario. Maybe if the others didn’t show he could go look for them, not that he wished something bad had happened, but it would be nice to get out and do something, maybe even crack a few skulls. “Stop with the violent thoughts” Lee told himself, he knew looking for a fight would get him killed. He watched the people, Terrence had handed deliveries to a woman with knives, and a woman with a pearl ring, he either hadn’t met any of them or he had and didn’t remember, he hoped he just hadn’t met them. Lee began wondering about the two missing men, he caught the names Goblin and Miguel, but didn’t recognize any of the names. Lee thought about it, who did he know? He drew a blank, even the guys he used to run with were not very memorable, or maybe he just can’t spend time knowing people that might die tomorrow.
The Shanty smelled, and that made Lee laugh, not because it smelled but because of all the things he could have noticed, the bent nail in his 2X4, the dirty shell in his shorty, or the miniscule crack in his gas mask, but the smell was what he noticed. What did it smell of Lee wondered, Mold? Blood? Desperation? Probably a combination of these. He sat on an ancient looking table and wondered if that Hunter marksman managed to escape, he was a great shooter but, as is the case with everybody else, ammo was scarce. Lee loved melee, it was the original way to do combat, up close and personal. Of course a sawed off never hurt…Lee stopped himself, of course sawed off shotguns hurt people but they were handy.
Lee pulled himself from his train of thought, his sawed off needed some cleaning. He looked around; the others looked scared, why? He had no idea. Lee threw his Shorty in his bag. Group 47 was nice enough, but not many people had time for a 15 year old brawler, even if he could patch up some nasty wounds with limited supplies. He made his way over to Terrence’s place, Lee would ask what’s going on even though he probably wouldn’t get a straight answer, he never did and it was probably because of his age, but Lee needed something to do, he’s been cleaning his gear to long and it was starting to shine. Lee crawled through the window and hauled ass to the safe house. He wasn’t about to get bored again. Or lonely, he needed a new comrade after his friends walked into that fat bastard, he smelled too...
Lee pulled himself from his train of thought, his sawed off needed some cleaning. He looked around; the others looked scared, why? He had no idea. Lee threw his Shorty in his bag. Group 47 was nice enough, but not many people had time for a 15 year old brawler, even if he could patch up some nasty wounds with limited supplies. He made his way over to Terrence’s place, Lee would ask what’s going on even though he probably wouldn’t get a straight answer, he never did and it was probably because of his age, but Lee needed something to do, he’s been cleaning his gear to long and it was starting to shine. Lee crawled through the window and hauled ass to the safe house. He wasn’t about to get bored again. Or lonely, he needed a new comrade after his friends walked into that fat bastard, he smelled too...
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Name: Lee Marcum
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Appearance: 5 feet 11 inches, brown eyes and hair, lean build
Skills: Melee, First-Aid, Handguns.
Inventory: Bloody 2X4 (Nails in Head) The “Shorty”, Gas Mask “Borrowed” from dead hunter
Biography: After being birthed outside a quarantine zone, Lee’s parents wanted to keep him from combat as much as possible, but that didn’t keep him from swinging some 2X4’s around. Between being taught by his parents and some Hunter friends, he snuck outside the camp to explore, this saved his life, as when the gates no longer hold and ammunition runs out, a trusty pipe and knowledge of ones surroundings can be all that keeps you from death or worse.
After escaping the burning remains of the camp, Lee realized being alone would get him killed. While watching a quarantine zone from a nearby hill, he spied a couple of men crawling from a hole in the wall. Lee followed them to find that they were smuggling guns, ammo, and alcohol. While watching them, Lee dropped his Pipe alerting the men of his presence. The men Apprehended him and asked him questions, after explaining his situation the kind hearted man offered to take him along until they got back to the zone, even offering to provide papers from a “Missing” man, nobody would miss him they assured Lee.
After arriving in the zone, Lee quickly became bored, it was nothing like the hunter camp, no roaming clickers to fuck up, no clever stories about the one that almost got away, no weapons training from a particularly deft marksman, this made Lee antsy and he began to suffer from boredom. He decided he may as well continue sneaking out. He offered to help the men who saved him. He now finds himself in a shite situation yet again.
Other: Overly protective of his Shorty, Refusing to let anybody touch it.
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Appearance: 5 feet 11 inches, brown eyes and hair, lean build
Skills: Melee, First-Aid, Handguns.
Inventory: Bloody 2X4 (Nails in Head) The “Shorty”, Gas Mask “Borrowed” from dead hunter
Biography: After being birthed outside a quarantine zone, Lee’s parents wanted to keep him from combat as much as possible, but that didn’t keep him from swinging some 2X4’s around. Between being taught by his parents and some Hunter friends, he snuck outside the camp to explore, this saved his life, as when the gates no longer hold and ammunition runs out, a trusty pipe and knowledge of ones surroundings can be all that keeps you from death or worse.
After escaping the burning remains of the camp, Lee realized being alone would get him killed. While watching a quarantine zone from a nearby hill, he spied a couple of men crawling from a hole in the wall. Lee followed them to find that they were smuggling guns, ammo, and alcohol. While watching them, Lee dropped his Pipe alerting the men of his presence. The men Apprehended him and asked him questions, after explaining his situation the kind hearted man offered to take him along until they got back to the zone, even offering to provide papers from a “Missing” man, nobody would miss him they assured Lee.
After arriving in the zone, Lee quickly became bored, it was nothing like the hunter camp, no roaming clickers to fuck up, no clever stories about the one that almost got away, no weapons training from a particularly deft marksman, this made Lee antsy and he began to suffer from boredom. He decided he may as well continue sneaking out. He offered to help the men who saved him. He now finds himself in a shite situation yet again.
Other: Overly protective of his Shorty, Refusing to let anybody touch it.
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