Thread: Aftermath (Razgriz x Lustfull_Sin)

'Tis alright congrats on the second job though. And nicely done on the post! Loving this! Jackson braced himself for his end, his eyes closing as her clawed fingers ready themselves to end his life. Time seemed to slow down as the Lamia's angered expression stared at him, his own one of odd serenity, representing an unflinching acceptance of his fate. So this is it, then. Heh, I made it a pretty long time.....Not bad, Whitelock. Not bad he said to himself, his tension loosening as he waited for the eternal slumber to overtake him. However, fate was a cruel mistress, and would see to it that his life not end here. Not yet, not now. As if on cue, his eyes snapped back open at the sound of breaking glass, seeing three petite women with what appeared to be feathers on their arms and bird legs that started at the knee of her human-shaped thighs. Just how many different kinds of freaks did he have to encounter? But suddenly, the Harpies attacked, and Yurin's throwing him into a wall didn't help at all. Oomph! was all he said as his muscled form collided with the metal wall before falling over onto all fours. Now he got to see that the freaks were going after each other. Well, no matter now that they were distracted, he could make his move. In what seemed like a blink of an eye, his bodysuit was on with well-practiced precision and execution, the biorecognition making it cling to his body like a second skin. He then jumped into and powered on his Devastator armor, retrieving the Breaker sidearm that had skittered across the floor when the snake woman tackled him. Now he had two choices Go out the main door and likely run into more of these things, or shoot his way past the four monsters and jump out the window. The hallways were too confined and provided too many potential ambush points his armor would let him survive the drop from the window, and he would have a much larger field of view. He decided the window was the best choice even better, he could use one of the new arrivals as a landing cushion, reducing the armor damage down to nothing. The sidearm flashed and a loud BANG! was heard one of the Harpies now had a hole in her head, the light in her eyes fading as she slumped to the floor. Before anything else could be said or done, Jackson swung the high-caliber handcannon to the next Harpy, the one with her talons around Yurin's neck, and pulled the trigger the massive slug caught her in the chest, puncturing her heart and forcing her to release her grip. Jackson then charged and crashed his heavily-armored body into the final Harpy, the two of them plummeting out the window to fall the entire twenty-stories to the ground below, inadvertently saving Yurin's life. The two of them would tangle in the air, each trying to gain superiority over the other, blows being exchanged but the energy shielding around Jackson's armor rendered her strikes virtually ineffective Jackson just growled as he finally managed to turn them over so that she was underneath him, Brace for impact! The ground below cratered as they hit, some of the artificial ground sticking up from the impact point in shards. The Harpy's lightweight skeleton crushed easily under the heavy form of an armored Delta Force soldier, cracks ringing out as impact sandwiched her lithe body. Thanks for softening the landing he said emotionlessly, climbing off of the woman before he placed the Breaker sidearm into a thigh compartment of his armor he then reached to draw out the Reaper rifle from the compartment between his shoulders before taking off, leaving a bleeding Yurin to live another day. Jackson's armor-augmented body crashed into the neighboring woods, pushing aside shrubs and brush alike as he made his way out of the area his metal-encased feet pounded into the softer earth of the forest, trying to find a good place to hide. He ran and ran, eventually scurrying up a tree with extremely thick and wide branches. It was here that he paused, his eyes darting this way and that as he scanned for any more hostile targets. His chest heaved as he tried to draw in breath, perspiration soaking into his bodysuit and helping the on-board ventilators to cool him off after a few moments he managed to calm down somewhat, though he couldn't fully relax with the knowledge that these things might still be looking for him. However, his troubles were far from over he suddenly felt his heart seize up, the pain radiating through his chest. His hand clutched the armored panel as the pressure grew and grew was he having a heart attack? His breaths became shorter and shallower, the cold sweat being somewhat mitigated by the black bodysuit he wore under his armor. His body wavered as a wave of lightheadedness threatened to overtake him it was only luck that made him shoot an arm out to stabilize himself. After a few moments, the sensations passed, allowing him to try and catch his breath. His armored torso rose and fell as he tried to quell the sudden rush of adrenaline, before returning to normal. He used this opportunity to check himself over his armor was covered in streaks of red from the fight between the bird and snake women. A few black feathers clung to him from the one he'd used as a landing pad metal fingers pinched those off and threw them aside, a look of disgust hidden by his helmet. He then sat down at the base of the branch, his broad back resting against the tree's trunk he could feel himself crashing down from the sudden surge of endorphins and adrenaline that fueled his heart-pounding escape. Well, fuck, now I need to find somewhere else he commented lowly, small huffs of exhaustion still present in his voice. He was noticeably and arguably pissed off his escape forced him to leave most of his stuff behind. He'd just lost a good portion of his supplies, especially ammo, water and food the survival kit he'd restocked on his last armory raid would last him about two weeks, three if he ate REALLY sparingly. As nice as this break was though, even if it only was a few minutes, he knew standing still out in the open like this was a death sentence he didn't know what these damned things did with the humans they abducted and he didn't intend to find. After grabbing his kit - a small metal box packed with various medicines, tools and items stuffed into a foam-like material - and taking out a green-stained glass bottle of pills, he took off his helmet and popped one in his mouth before placing everything back, a hissing occurring as his suit was once again sealed. Jackson shivered in disgust as he chewed the pill this was a carefully-blended, super-concentrated dose of essential nutrients and vitamins that enabled a soldier to survive under extreme conditions. But the one thing they couldn't fix was the taste it felt like he was chewing on rubberized soap. Eventually, he swallowed it, shaking his head and sucking on the inside of his mouth to get the last of it. Blegh, all these advancements we have and we can't make a nutrient pill taste any less shitty he grumbled as he hopped down from the tree, his armored form making a soft 'thud' from the landing. He then continued on his way, moving cautiously and keeping his eyes peeled for anything that might try to jump him.