We're more than carbon and chemicals

[lucetimods]

Who: All Draftees
What: Fighting Third Party
When: 26th, 27th, 28th, 1st, and 2nd
Where: The Southern Farmlands
Summary: See here for overall details.
Rating: Probably gonna be gorey in places :|a

DOESN'T NEED A CUT. People should know how this works, if not, just follow other people's lead. I'm gonna set up some strategist threads at the top, for the four strategists to use if they want to, otherwise people should start their own threads.

((Mod Note: Since this has been asked a few times, just fyi, the livestock do not talk. Happy hunting!))

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[herotypical]

[ this is brutal. she can feel consciousness being squeezed out of her and her struggling does little to change that. this is worse than the test on her eighteenth -- then, she had a chance. she had holy water. now she has nothing. she thrashes her head backwards, hoping to smash the guy's nose in. it only adds yet another batch of pain.

only she hears his yell and before buffy even feels the strength flood back into her body, she realizes that she has one last thing. she has jack sparrow. the elite's grip loosened but by now she can kick and shove and break free. the after-panic of being helpless is still clear on her face and she takes it out on the elite with a firm, snappy roundhouse kick. this should deliver the soldier deftly into jack's care. ]

[all7seas]

[Armored wings. The pirate isn't prepared for how tough they are as the soldier is thrown back toward him by Buffy's kick. His sword is sharp, though. He manages to hack one wing mostly all the way through at the base before his knee gives way again---not totally disconnecting the wing, but harming it. Badly. It dangles from a few shreds as the enraged and now seriously injured Elite tries to pin Sparrow to the ground with his sword.

Jack rolls out of the way, getting to his feet once more, somehow.]

[herotypical]

[ she stoops to reclaim her scythe, spinning it easily in her hand. it's her turn now to come up behind the elite, slamming her heel into the small of his back. she takes her blade to the hanging wing. it's easy to sever but the second armoured one will take more work than she can complete considering the soldier's extreme aversion to losing it encouraged a lot of wriggling away.

so buffy steps back to regain her footing. she wants to punish the soldier for taking the power from her -- it may have been the shifter who worked the magic, but it was this elite who had been the physical agent of that helplessness. this earns him a heavy kick to the gut before he can stand. ]

[all7seas]

[Jack is happy to stand and watch, favoring that left leg. Smiling not entirely wholesomely at the slayer toying with her prey as he wipes the blood from his face.]

[herotypical]

[ the elite becomes incapacitated pretty quickly. she leans in and hacks the second wing off as though she has been doing it all day. mostly because it's what she has been doing all day.

in the end, she steps back and sighs a very long and troubled sigh. ] Check the third one. He was still alive. [ at least, he was a few minutes ago. ]

[all7seas]

Not anymore, Annie. [Because Sparrow has just slit his throat. And looks rather miserable about it, surprisingly.]

Bastards.

[herotypical]

[ she exhibits some post-trauma fidgeting. jitters, dragging bloody hands through her hair. this isn't the kind of thing she handles well. ]

Jack. [ she frowns. ] You're a little...bashed up.

[all7seas]

[He sniffs and wipes a sleeve across that bloodied face.] So're you, Buffy; you alright?

[herotypical]

[ she is holding the arm that was broken closer to her side -- favouring it, for sure. ] I'll be fine in a bit...thanks to you.

[all7seas]

[He stagger-limps over to her, frowning.] Show me.

[herotypical]

You should take a seat. [ she gives her upper-arm a few exploratory squeezes; she bits back on the wincing. ] That leg.

[ none of this at all equates to showing him anything. ]

[all7seas]

It's broken? [Anger. Worry. Check. Jack's hand hovers an inch or two away from the arm, not touching.]

[herotypical]

[ she turns towards him. to do anything else would just be admitting to how shaken she is. ] It'll heal.

[ there's a tree not too far off. she could head for it and just sit down herself. would he follow, she wonders. ] It's not the first bone I've broken.

[all7seas]

[He sways slightly, then goes about wiping his blade on the coat of the fallen Elite.] Need to get you to a healer. Mistress Raine, or our Bones.

[herotypical]

[ she shakes her head. ] No, it really won't take lo-- [ she stops dead, mid-sentence, and looks at how jack is swaying.

fine. seeing a healer means he at least has to get to one, too. so she shuts up and begins to nod instead. ]

[all7seas]

Right. Knew you'd see it my way, Annie. Let's get someplace...else. [Other than here. Other than slippery grass with crows circling overhead and broken feathers scattered. It's too close to the visions he had of her meeting the General.

His voice might still have been very hoarse and gruff, but that was simply due to his windpipe being nearly crushed by the elite and to the aftershock of fear at seeing her in his grasp, being hurt that way.]

Might be something I can do for you.

[herotypical]

[ the arm would never have broken had she been at the top of her game; additionally, a simple dislocation she could have solved by having jack hold onto her arm while she popped it back into place. this definitely is a break, though. at least the pain is now manageable.

she begins to walk. ] ...Something? [ wary. ] Something like what?

[all7seas]

Raine gave me some things, before we left. [Haltingly, he starts behind her. Slow going.]

[herotypical]

[ she wrinkles her nose. potions and gels and powders -- she hardly likes them, especially when they're not being offered by willow or giles. her suspicion of magical things is laughable, really.

still...raine. ] Okay. You'll have something, too?

[all7seas]

[His flask of rum is still intact, so...] Aye. I'll have somethin' too.

[herotypical]

Let's get somewhere yo--we can sit, first.

[all7seas]

Aye; just no tractors.

[The pirate had received some nice slashes from the Elite, but they were nothing compared to the damage done to the knee. The joint was beginning to swell and stiffen, bringing a little slice of agony whenever he put a bit of weight on the leg. And to think, his luck had been so good on the battlefield up til now.]

[herotypical]

Come here. [ she offers him an arm (her good one) in hopes of playing buffy the human crutch. ] Walking on it's gonna make it worse.

[all7seas]

No, no--[he waves her away, almost irritably. Afraid to touch her.] Fine. You're all broken, Annie; mind your arm.

[herotypical]

[ she offers him an impatient look. ] One arm doesn't mean I'm all broken.

[ but she backs off. suit yourself. ]