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Crossroads (6b/9)
(Anonymous) 2015-01-07 06:24 pm (UTC)(link)“Move?” she asked, and he repeated, gesturing again and frowning. “Yes. I’ll move.” She shifted her weight to stand, and turned it into a lunge, punching him hard in the gut. He folded, and she grabbed his head, bashing his face on her knee. He fell, and she followed him down, clamping a hand over his mouth and drawing her knife over his throat. She held him there, muffling the gurgling, waiting for him to stop struggling. “They’ll have more patrolling,” she said to Sen, not bothering to wipe the blood from her. “We start with them. Knives if we can, guns if things go bad.”
He nodded, hands still over his mouth. She led him back towards the other hunters, trying to regroup and plan. If they could thin out the guards, start luring out the ones in the camp, there might be a chance. Get them to break up, give the rest of the Walker a chance to take arms.
One of the Legion men was staring towards the camp, watching the scene below. She dealt with him as she had the other, slowing his fall, grimacing at the flow of blood on her arms and hands. She heard a shout from uphill, one of the strangers leveling a gun at her. Adal sidestepped the first shot, taking aim herself and sending him reeling, and a round from Sen beside her took him down. There were more voices from the camp, one raised above the others, giving orders. She cried out as a bullet sank into her arm, moving away from the ledge.
There was a quick whistle ahead. One of the other hunters ducked back behind a rock, shooting a glance towards the road. Footsteps pounded up, an armored man charging towards her. He spotted Sen in the grass, and snapped off a blast with his shotgun before the hunter could move. He screamed, and the Red man shouted, calling his allies.
Adal tried to rush his side, but the gash in her foot slowed her. He turned to face her, the butt of his gun catching her chest and sending her sprawling. Her rifle fell out of reach, and she rolled up, slicing at his legs. He danced back, and she lunged again, the knife sinking through the thin leather of his armor and into his belly. She grabbed the shotgun and left him writhing, turning to face the others.
She fired the shotgun at her attacker, the kick of it unfamiliar, and scrambled to figure out how to cycle it. There was a lever under the stock like her own rifle, and she worked it frantically, staggering as a shot took her in the leg. She bit down on the pain and sighted on the next Legion man to try and approach. The other hunters were circling, flanking the newcomers and drawing them off. She managed to score one kill with the shotgun, another with the knife when one of the men charged, reckless.
They were too few, more Legion coming to aid. She did not see the other Walker fall, but their enemies turned to her. Adal tried to retreat, wound in her leg slowing her, terror blunting the pain as rounds bit into her shoulder, her legs. She stumbled on Sen’s body, and turned to run. Adal screamed as buckshot tore into her side, her pack taking the brunt but the pain pushing her past the breaking point. She rolled onto her back, still firing as they drew close. The shotgun ran dry, and she struggled to stand.
“Leave her alone!” a shrill voice shouted.
“Ches!” she screamed, whipping around to face him. “Run! Get out of here!”
He had her rifle on his shoulder, far too large and heavy. He fired wildly, the recoil nearly throwing it from his hands. One of the Legion men was laughing as he struggled with the stiff lever, walking up to him calmly. Adal surged up, teeth bared, lurching towards him with her knife. “Leave him! Leave him alone! Don’t—”
Ches swung it like a bludgeon, the stock cracking against the Red man’s knee. He fell, and another grabbed him, pressing the muzzle of his gun against his head. “Stop, woman,” he said. “Or the boy dies.”
Adal froze, swaying. One of the men grabbed her, twisting her arm behind her back and holding her own knife to her throat. “Take them to the road,” he said, voice cold.