[hr][center][sub][color=gray]DAY 1[/color] 《》 [color=gray]STEELWATER [Landing Zone - Creek][/color] 《》 [color=gray]Late Morning[/color] 《》 [@Rockette][@Prisk][@Archangel89][/sub][/center][hr][table][row][/row][row][cell][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5366801][img]https://i.imgur.com/lUEWAF0.png[/img][/url][color=2e2c2c]▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇[/color][/cell][cell][quote]

[color=gray]	She did as told: knees bent, feet poised, flush against Garuda whilst they descended unto the thickest remnants of this foreseen Hell. Scylla had fallen from such heights before, of what seems so long ago, upon peaks of mountains and valleys bedded with snow and black rock. There was still the adrenaline that dialed her eyes wide and the exuberant peal of laughter that sliced across their spiritual manifest as they plummeted. When they landed, she was immediate and efficient, already rapt with the malicious intent to clear the carnage and stake her claim. Scylla fell to one knee, rifle butted against her shoulder, drawn up to her glare as her companions did much the same. It was repetitive and mindless, where bullets shredded and splintered hardened flesh of esoteric wood and roots. She fell those that chittered and screeched, flaying mandibles wide, their fanged shells met with the swift [i]stab[/i] of her edged bayonet. Scylla went in ruthlessly with rapid fire precision and thrusts where needed; constantly on Garuda's six and aiming her rifle betwixt the zigs and zags Zephyr carved through flame and blood. 

	And where bullets failed to penetrate, she used the howling wind to slaughter her foes. Black blood of the thickest kind sluiced through fingers and congealed through threads of white, a feral flash of bone in a wicked smile decorated on an adoring pout. Scylla fired one last round as the collective swarm skittered back and forth, sluggish and then frantic, bidden as a wave being swayed by the moon. She swiped one gloved hand across her lip, smearing sweat and grime upon her cheek liken to warpaint and pressed two fingers swiftly to her throat:

	[color=cf9792]"I'll take point across the creek, use the water to set up a perimeter with the research dome defensives."[/color] 

	She supposed it garnered current priority, as by Emilia's command, even so it was just [i]there[/i], close enough that she could see the wounded carted in and the many that never returned. As she holstered her rifle upon her spine, a fixed point settled between her lance's poles, her spirits suddenly boiled and sweltered, their frantic summon awash in her blood that rippled into a vicious gasp. A warning, if anything, or rather a dramatic affair that closely allied itself to the water in the creek bed that they yielded and beckoned to. From their depths came the apex creature: eyes a glow and grotesque -- ugly as all [i]hell[/i] -- and a mouth jagged and foul that released a guttural wail.  

	[color=cf9792]"Oh, fucking - [i]gross[/i]."[/color] Swift fingers at her now damp throat: [color=cf9792]"Yeah, that's all you buddy."[/color] Scylla huffed a laugh and raked pieces of hair into a wind-tossed plait, mindful of the wrath of tentacles that writhed before her, the creature's many eyes fixated on her movements and all before it. Her gaze fell upon the water's edge, judging her distance from where she stood her ground and willed all of her weight into the balls of her feet. She feels the cold press of the shiv she's got tucked there, snug at her flesh and boot, and the creek just there -- it feels close, yet far, but Scylla knows she can bid her spirits to sway those slight waters otherwise. But now, it's the fire and smog choked air that is also her enemy.

	[color=cf9792]"Fuck me."[/color]

	Scylla reaches back over lithesome shoulders and wields her lance's poles, more skittering creatures launch across the charred and bloodied grounds, original intent resumed and screeches gone feverish and mad. She balances their weight in her palms and spins them once, twice, before connecting them with a vicious twist and hearing that lock fall into place. With her arm curled along her lance like a snake on a tree limb, Scylla launches herself forward and rids of three deformed insect like monsters easily in one blow, slicing her double blades through the air that whistles with her powerful swings.

	[color=cf9792]"Lead on [i]Zephyr[/i],"[/color] she purrs through the coms. [color=cf9792]"I'll get on your flank and come around back, I say we blind the bitch, try to scramble it and the lesser nasties."[/color]

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