Kestrel nods. "Alrighty." He floors the pedal after Philip passes and stays 5 meters away at 60 kilometers an hour. He turns to Billy. "So, how did you end up where we were with that wound of yours?"
The conversation is interrupted as the car ahead stops. Philip exits, rifle in hand, and shoots at something ahead.
Kestrel brakes quickly and exits the vehicle. "Philip!" He whispers hoarsely. "What is it?" Kestrel pulls out a pistol from its holster.
"Well, y-" *I am interrupted by the ongoing event* "I'll explain it later" I mutter
"A Spammer. He's been dealt with now."
As he says this, the cries of '"Spam" and other unpronounceable words are heard as a crowd of Spammers rounds the corner.
OOC: I think I'm going to take control of them, just to make things a bit more fun.
OOC: Oh good.
IC: Kestrel grins widely. He returns to his truck and pulls out his automatic. "Time to save the MBs!" He stands on top of his truck and begins mowing the spammers down from a distance. "Reminds me of old times!"
As he says this, the cries of '"Spam" and other unpronounceable words are heard as a crowd of Spammers rounds the corner.
OOC: I think I'm going to take control of them, just to make things a bit more fun.
OOC: Oh good.
IC: Kestrel grins widely. He returns to his truck and pulls out his automatic. "Time to save the MBs!" He stands on top of his truck and begins mowing the spammers down from a distance. "Reminds me of old times!"
He is followed by the firing of Philip's rifle. The Spammers forward are soon cleared, but those behind just grow in number.
IC: Kestrel grins widely. He returns to his truck and pulls out his automatic. "Time to save the MBs!" He stands on top of his truck and begins mowing the spammers down from a distance. "Reminds me of old times!"
He is followed by the firing of Philip's rifle. The Spammers forward are soon cleared, but those behind just grow in number.
"Quick, charge forward!"
*I pull out a pistol and also make efforts to get the spammers away* "So, you wanted to hear about how I got the wound?"
IC: Kestrel grins widely. He returns to his truck and pulls out his automatic. "Time to save the MBs!" He stands on top of his truck and begins mowing the spammers down from a distance. "Reminds me of old times!"
He is followed by the firing of Philip's rifle. The Spammers forward are soon cleared, but those behind just grow in number.
"Quick, charge forward!"
Kestrel hops into the bed of his truck. "Let's shred these babies!" He then takes hold of his mal-deuce. "Billy, get in the truck and drive me over there!" He opens fire in an attempt to long-distance the Spammers. "Philip, we need to spread out a bit. Slightly flank the from the right and left for focused fire." He glances at Billy. "Make sure you stay up with Philip. We can't afford to split up and lose each other in the mass of Spammers!"
OOC: Billy, I've posted this without being able to see your post. It must still be in Moderation. Please excuse me if this interferes with your post's move.
He is followed by the firing of Philip's rifle. The Spammers forward are soon cleared, but those behind just grow in number.
"Quick, charge forward!"
*I pull out a pistol and also make efforts to get the spammers away* "So, you wanted to hear about how I got the wound?"
"Yeah, sure! Just stay with Philip!" His voice is then drowned out by the noise of gunfire from the mal-deuce. He mows down the first line of spammers. "Oh yeah!" You hear through the din.
*Emy reloads her pistol.**She takes aim and headshots another spammer.*
Kestrel eyes you suspiciously. "Where'd she learn to shoot like that?" He frowns and pulls out his own pistol and fires into the crowd of spammers, hitting one through the chest. "Oh well, I can still hit my targets." He holsters the pistol and fires the mal-deuce again, mowing down another row.
*Emy reloads her pistol.**She takes aim and headshots another spammer.*
Kestrel eyes you suspiciously. "Where'd she learn to shoot like that?" He frowns and pulls out his own pistol and fires into the crowd of spammers, hitting one through the chest. "Oh well, I can still hit my targets." He holsters the pistol and fires the mal-deuce again, mowing down another row.
*Emy glances over at Kestrel, but doesn't say anything.**She then proceeds to hit two more spammers; one in the shoulder and the other in the chest.**She goes to reload, but finds the magazine empty.* "I'm out!"
*I pull out a pistol and also make efforts to get the spammers away* "So, you wanted to hear about how I got the wound?"
"Yeah, sure! Just stay with Philip!" His voice is then drowned out by the noise of gunfire from the mal-deuce. He mows down the first line of spammers. "Oh yeah!" You hear through the din.
Well, it's quite simple actually! *i shoot down a spammer* I was grabbing supplies from a local abandoned shop, *I pause for a moment to wait for more silence from the guns* and a few spammers ganged up on me! I was hit in the leg with... something! I think it was a knife that slashed me... Luckily I escaped!
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