Zoey fades through the shadows inside the container to avoid the barage, ending up behind it. She did hear Travis's question however, pumping her shotgun. She reached he arm through the shadow again, this time poking the barrel through one of the attacker's shadows, and fired. She couldn't see the result of the shot, but she assumed it would be fine since it was the guy's shadow. She then teleported behind a different container, more to the right of the ship, and switched to the UMP. Had she known this was her role, she probably would've picked up a rifle, but this would do.
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Zoey reached into one of the boxes and pulled out two weapons. One of them was a black UMP .45 with a standard magazine and generally straightforward design. The other was a M4 H20 tactical shotgun, which was pump-action and loaded under the receiver. The decision took her a bit longer than the others, eventually dropping the UMP into her dimensional 'locker' along with some spare ammo for both weapons, and taking to loaded shotgun. "Taking them all would take too much energy," she mumbles to herself, "Even if this is enough to keep up a war effort. This is just a few frags short of a Doom boss fight..." She shakes her head and nods to Travis.
"Lead the way, monsieur. Just, let me do a quick 'sweep' of the deck." It being later in the day, the lunar which had a fine trick up her sleeve. The moon had risen just above the horizon, and that was enough to give a little boost to her abilities. Her form flickered between her illusion and her more feral form, before a rain of pinkie-sized, silver energy bolts rained on the deck above them. While it was particularly draining to perferate such a large area with magic, she did now have a nice, back-up kick. Using shadows didn't require too much energy anyways.
"Now, lets hit that emitter."
"Lead the way, monsieur. Just, let me do a quick 'sweep' of the deck." It being later in the day, the lunar which had a fine trick up her sleeve. The moon had risen just above the horizon, and that was enough to give a little boost to her abilities. Her form flickered between her illusion and her more feral form, before a rain of pinkie-sized, silver energy bolts rained on the deck above them. While it was particularly draining to perferate such a large area with magic, she did now have a nice, back-up kick. Using shadows didn't require too much energy anyways.
"Now, lets hit that emitter."
Long story short, semester projects suck. 3 suck more.
Zoey entered the container and began looking through her medical supplies for something that might help Zuri. To be honest, the kid looked mostly fine, just a little scratched up. Her reaction to being hurt was catching the witch off guard a little bit. In the end, she simply decided on a pain killer. She produced a few sprigs of bark and handed it to Zuri. "Chew on that. It's basically aspirin. When it's pulp, use it to cover your scratches, and then cover it with these bandaids." She hands Zuri two linen bandaids that stuck to themselves for easy application. She then entered the container, finding a good place to sit and listen to partner and partnerette talk about talent marks and blah blah blah. She was beginning to miss the straight-cut morals of fighting monsters, and not killing humans. Even the shittier ones.
Zoey sighs and puts the gun away. She looks at her feet for a while, as if sending a prayer, then turned and looked around. "Right, which container's our mark. Would rather get this over with quickly. Also, what do we do with the body?" She had a feeling that if Felix were here, things may have gone differently. She put her illusion back up and leaned against one of the containers, looking tired.
Zoey sighed, having hoped to have gotten through this without killing the guy. If that's what he wanted,, though, that was what he wanted. She pulled out her pistol and fired at the back of his head from her prone position, having been thrown a couple of meters away from the guy, as he shot his concussive blast at Zuri. It was a shame she'd have to kill a human. She much preferred monsters.
Zoey simply fell through a shadow and back up through his, "Persistent? You have to land hits before you can claim I'm tenacious," she bluffed. She wrapped an arm around his neck and started to squeeze. "Now, this little puppy just failed his mission. He should fall asleep like a good little pup and forget he ever saw us," she mumbles through gritted teeth, having noticed the other one had dropped.
Well, that would work. Not that he would know that at first. Zoey left a visual clone of her wolf form on his chest while she landed a bit away. She changed back into her human-like form as her illusion changed into bright light, stuck to Boslan's face. Using that distraction, she'd elbow drop him and try to knock him out.
Zoey hit the deck as the sound bombs assailed her senses, her throwing stars flying over her head in some nondescript direction. Suddenly her help was becoming a detriment. Her form melted into a wolf on the ground, for realzies this time, and tackled the clairvoyant. Assuming this was successful, she'd push a paw to his forehead and start sending him nightmare visions. Lots of nightmare visions.
"Dogs have leashes. Like your ward," she replies, melting back into the shadows. She ended up briefly next to Zuri. "Help me out here mate. We paired off for a reason. No need to fight to a disadvantage. Blast em or something." *She fades back, now that the shockwave had dissipated, coming out of the ground behind the man feet first, in a fast kick. "Woof woof motherfucker." She anticipated he would probably block it, so she would also through a couple throwing stars as she passed.
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