| Subject: Re: /|Kick It In the Sticks|\ |
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Polly
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Date Posted: 10/13/13 8:44:23pm
In reply to:
Ruger Moss
's message, "/|Kick It In the Sticks|\" on 10/13/13 2:52:19pm
There was so much Polly didn't know about herself, but the icy dread that washed through her core, that pressed through her mind like a weight was unmistakable. She'd had almost a decade's worth of experience to learn what that meant. It was too little too late that she'd sensed the dark energy and guilt swelled through her like venom. Her hand, her blood...it didn't feel like a far stretch for her to assume something demonic had sniffed her out given her history. She had no way of knowing just how deep the creature had cut into Ruger's life previously. In that moment she just knew that she considered Ruger her ally and she could practically taste the evil of the thing that ambushed him a split second after the vampire's appearance in the hall.
Seamlessly, her tactics were adjusted even as her whip was already singing through the air. A change in the pressure on her grip slid the power output to a higher level. She couldn't risk two opponents on the field, she couldn't risk getting separated from Ruger, and she needed just a few precious seconds to find out what the fuck was going on. Instead of wrapping the whip around the vampire's neck like she'd originally planned she cracked him full force in the mouth.
On impact that weapon lit up with the searing UV lights, on full power the currents of electricity jumped out like pissed off little needles, conducted by the blessed silver beads that helped reflect the light even brighter. The sound of pain the vampire released was raw and inhuman as his lips, gums, tongue, and teeth were eaten away like the whip had the ability to turn him to rust. The bloody ash flicked away from his even more disfigured face. The vampire had barely had time to lunch backwards before the whip was ripped through the air to crack against his eyes this time, ruining any progress his body had made in restoring his sight. The aggravated damage was too much for the young vampire and he was temporarily rendered stunned while his body tried to keep the light from pulled him apart like fiery claws.
She got a good look at the newcomer- with the palpable rage in the atmosphere and the way both him and Ruger were filled with this brutal, hungry energy, it came a rush of ice the started in the lines of the tattoo on her hand and bled outwards with each beat of her heart until she was immersed in it, until it pushed beyond her skin and filled the room around her. The pain that seared through her hand was different this time. Where as it had suppressed her instincts to save Ruger, it pulsed out a single note of warning on the air, a note of ownership to the powerful demon that had left his calling card on her hand. It wouldn't hinder her from protecting herself in this instance.
Like fog pooling in the valley, there was too much non-human energy in the room and Polly's own energy began to take on characteristics of the background noise that was present. It made her harder to find, harder to track, but most importantly, it made her stronger. It was like sparks of colors that bled together through her reality in little bursts of pure energy. The change this wrought through her was striking, but she could only attribute it to the adrenaline, the danger of being in the kinds of situations she was in when there were vampires and demons afoot. She had no clue just how inhuman she truly was or how superior her potential could be. She had no idea that the cuts on her palm had already healed with this influx of energy. In Polly's current condition, with all things considered, she only saw how supernatural the world around her was.
It hadn't taken her more than a few scant seconds to observe and in that time she became well aware of just how outmatched she was to face a demon with her current gear. The new plan was and old one, but a good one and Ruger had already seen her put it in play once before...just not quite in this fashion. She came streaking down the hall just as the young vampire started rousing himself.
He was in a true blind frenzy, between the agony and the extreme need to take in blood before he died the creature was in all out survival mode and still far stronger than Polly. She'd already broken his teeth and seared away a good bit of his mouth, the bloody, ashy maw was fucking disturbing as it gaped like a fish trying to scent the air. Her blood was nothing if not potent so when he did find her he lunged.
The hunter was already moving, having anticipated it. She was in the air as she caught one of his wrists in her silver claws and coupled with the force of the kick she snapped against the side of his face she threw him onto the wall opposite of her with his own momentum. She rolled away from him and was one her feet like a cat and running past him.
Polly never heard what the demon had said to Ruger, but she heard the threat in Ruger's voice when he snarled about leaving her alone. It further made her think the damn thing was there for her. She couldn't explain the flash of anger that lit through her in that moment. She just knew it had made her feel incredibly vindictive. The close blast of the gun didn't even make her flinch as her whip flicker out to her prey once more, wrapping around him like a kracken's grasp. Using her momentum, her strength, and his state of off balance from yet another lash of silver and light, she hurtled him through the air like a 180 pound block of concrete. Her accuracy was uncanny, her target had been the demon who'd just been blown backwards by Ruger's shot. She didn't question how she knew that's where he'd be by the time the vampire went sailing into him.
Just like in the bar, all she wanted was a little space. The force of the impact had both of the creatures thudding into the wall behind them with the added force of the second impact of her whip bringing new light and raw energy to send them flying. And still Polly didn't stop moving forward. She hear Blue before her streaked up beside her and so she wasn't startled by his presence. She didn't stop her sprint until she'd slid to a stop in front of Ruger, her silver tipped claws raking down the walls to control the slide so she didn't pass him.
The impact of the two creatures wouldn't be enough to send them through the wall, although the it's integrity would be compromised in a big way. Polly never saw a reason to pull her punches when the enemy was down, in fact it always made her hit a little harder. With a crunching snap she shattered through the more delicate pieces of her invention and pitched the whole water gun at the two creatures. The tank would rupture on impact. Holy Water, colloidal silver, and a secret cocktail of demon/undead stopping herbs and supernatural components would splash out like a bath of magical acid. It would probably finish of the younger vampire. She knew it would piss off the demon, but it had always slowed them down before.
[User Jinkies] Got your back. Help is already in route. ETA 10 minutes. The message flashed through across her right eye from the goggles. Polly couldn't let herself relax yet, but it was good to know. She was already looking to Ruger and Blue knowing they needed to get the hell out of there before someone died. "Can Blue lead us out?"
Only a few seconds had passed, but for Polly the run down the hall had felt like every inch meant life or death.
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