Thread: Run and Hide Again (A MGE story ft. Razgriz and Umbrale)

Jackson's lungs burned, but he never stopped. His muscles screamed for rest, but he silenced them. His body begged him to surrender, but his mind would not allow it. This was his will to survive, and it would not be broken just because he was surrounded. Even though he'd stopped one pack for a moment, he had a gut feeling there were more...But he needed to get more space first, try to come up with another strategy. Arguably, it was foolish to resort using his suit's last line of ranged defense, but with his mind frazzled from lack of sleep and overuse of stimulants, his body hungering for real food, and the constant threat of attack from just about anywhere there was only one course of action his psyche found reasonable. And within moments, their sheer physicality allowed them try and tackle him the Breaker sidearm re-emerged, his visor's targeting systems automatically projecting a crosshair to show where the round would hit. The first few shots hit their marks, but landed on non-vital spots though they certainly wouldn't be joining the chase any time soon. A few times he stopped to rain a hail of gunfire, before resuming his route. A few of them managed to get close, and one even mounted his back, trying to claw the armor off his body however, the strong legs slammed them both backwards into a tree, the Wolf falling off limply as he ran again, leaving her for whoever might stumble across her next. It wasn't long after he broke through a clearing's edge, that he was immediately confronted by another half-dozen Werewolves, a white-furred stronger one among them a loud curse left his mouth as he realized the gravity of his situation, soon surrounded by the ones at his back and his front. His breathing ragged, he felt the first fear of actually being caught...And it pissed him off. A loud mad scream of his own left his lips, his handcannon swinging to try and drop the biggest one, but one of her underlings kicked his arm, sending the weapon flying...The catalyst to the beatdown he would soon suffer. And though he fought valiantly, it was becoming increasingly clear that he was not going to win their blows cracked and sheared his armor, try as he might to fight through the flurry of bodies. Already his helmet had been ripped away, revealing the face of a warrior Covered in fresh claw marks from their 'paws', an eye closed as the blood stung like acid, teeth bared in sheer survival rage as he decided that even if he couldn't win...He would mark their biggest one, their Alpha. He would let them all know that he went down fighting...Went down with pride. And right as he broke free, he did just that The last bits of his Devastator suit let him break the dogpile on his body, the last moments of his fight or flight response spent bullrushing a very surprised Alpha, feeling his fist connect with her jaw...And while it wouldn't break it, she would feel the soreness and bruise for days to come. However, her own counter-blow had him reeling, feeling his body fall like it was in slow-motion and his mind swimming as the pain rocked him like nothing else the last thing he would see would be the Wolves he didn't take down start to encroach him, his vision too bleary to see the triumphant of their faces at having landed the last known free human male and a strong one at that. His mind and body shutting down before he hit the dirt, his nutrient starved form lying near-lifeless and free for the Wolves to take him wherever they pleased. To become one of the Pack, whatever that role might entail.