There'll be trouble when the kidz come out

[lucetimods]

Who: All remaining draftees
What: Zombies! Zombies! Zombies!
When: The 29th to 31st
Where: Vaskoth
Summary: Please read here for event information
Rating: B for BRRAAAIIIINSSSS

On the 29th, the Malnosso announce over the radios that the power cap will be lifted to a full 100%. Carol broadcasts a message.

On the 30th, the Malnosso declare Vaskoth completely lost. Those with radio access will discover that the enclosure is to be bombed.

On the 31st, survivors will have one last chance to evacuate or try to find the cure. 3PM is do or die.

Comments

[imatreenow]

[Mithos needs it to give up. Because his body wants to shut down too, and he can't keep going much longer. He'll take advantage of Yuan's misstep and send his blade hurtling toward him again.]

[fortunefail]

[It's a critical hit! The blade slashes into one of Yuan's wings, which are both left wide open now that he isn't wearing a cloak. Pain still doesn't register, but blood pools from the cut at a rate that makes his wounded arm look like it was only scratched. He gives one last, failed attempt to reach out to Mithos's throat with his hand before his knees buckle.]

[imatreenow]

[He breathes a smirk when he sees the feathers falling listlessly into the flowing blood, and he knows Yuan won't be getting back up. He's almost there. Revenge is his. The traitor is kneeling before him, a pathetic heap at death's jaws. He enjoys the sight for a moment to catch his breath before he raises his sword again, slow and savoring.]

I've been waiting a long time for this day.

[And then he cleaves the air with his blade, aiming to slice off Yuan's other wing.]

[fortunefail]

[As his knees hit the ground, his bloodlust only grows. The part of him that's still faintly coherent is yearning to dig his claws into Mithos. Any bodypart would do. Still, with only one functional arm and his consciousness trickling away from him at the rate of his own blood, he has no way to cause Mithos harm.

A deep, frustrated growl escapes him and he manages to send a fierce glare the blonde's way, but then the blade hacks through his other wing, dismembering it. With that, his body gives up on him entirely and he falls face-first to the ground. Whatever life was still left in him is gone in less than five seconds, but the puddle of blood he's lying in continues to expand for a while longer.]

[imatreenow]

[The growling frustration, the burning glare as his blade comes down - it makes the moment of revenge that much sweeter. If only Yuan could remember this moment through his bloodcrazed haze... But he's willing to settle for less than perfect.

Drained, Mithos stumbles back from the traitor's corpse and the pooling blood. His legs give out only steps away and he sinks to the ground. As he comes down from the rushing adrenaline of the battle, he quietly wonders what Martel would think. Her face, tight with disappointment, flashes in his mind. His heart fractures, and he forces himself to hold onto the fleeting sense of victory, but the after-image of his sister still mars the insides of his eyelids.

It's a short while before he can climb to his feet. He flicks the blood from his sword and returns it to its sheath; with one last glance to Yuan, he shuffles away.]