"I got here first, parasite!" shrieks the female splicer -- the one with the burning hands -- at the other.
He retorts with a stuttering "Don't cheat me! The blood -- the blood is mine!"
It would be nice if they'd act on their squabble and start attacking each other instead, but they both seem to have pinpointed Jack as the bigger threat. So while they're not really coordinating their efforts, they aren't making things easier for him with in-fighting either. Of course.
He gets the ice-wielding guy with a shotgun blast -- and he'd press the attack, but that was his last round of electric buck, and the houdini has time to curse and teleport away. Before the blue cloud has even gone, Jack feels a searing pain in his back and stumbles forwards -- on fire again.
As he falls forwards, he spins, turns it into a fall against the wall that douses the flames -- thank contraband God for wet stone -- and he grits his teeth -- who knows if he's more in pain or angry at this point; he's a lot of both -- and throws fire at the woman. Who vanishes with a laugh.
"Come back here!" he bellows, his voice ragged-edged from pain.
He searches in his pocket for a med kit -- and finds nothing. He used up his last in the Big Daddy fight.
Well. This just got especially serious.
The man appears again in his blue fucking cloud, and he starts to yell something but fuck him, Jack may be exhausted and injured but he can still move, and so the houdini's taunt turns into screams as he's set alight. He still hasn't reloaded the shotgun, so Jack zaps the guy to keep him in place and finishes him off with the wrench. The good old standby.
Whoosh. Crackle.
...Jack's on fire again.
And this time he really does stumble, yells, goes shoulder-first into the wall as his vision swims.
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He retorts with a stuttering "Don't cheat me! The blood -- the blood is mine!"
It would be nice if they'd act on their squabble and start attacking each other instead, but they both seem to have pinpointed Jack as the bigger threat. So while they're not really coordinating their efforts, they aren't making things easier for him with in-fighting either. Of course.
He gets the ice-wielding guy with a shotgun blast -- and he'd press the attack, but that was his last round of electric buck, and the houdini has time to curse and teleport away. Before the blue cloud has even gone, Jack feels a searing pain in his back and stumbles forwards -- on fire again.
As he falls forwards, he spins, turns it into a fall against the wall that douses the flames -- thank contraband God for wet stone -- and he grits his teeth -- who knows if he's more in pain or angry at this point; he's a lot of both -- and throws fire at the woman. Who vanishes with a laugh.
"Come back here!" he bellows, his voice ragged-edged from pain.
He searches in his pocket for a med kit -- and finds nothing. He used up his last in the Big Daddy fight.
Well. This just got especially serious.
The man appears again in his blue fucking cloud, and he starts to yell something but fuck him, Jack may be exhausted and injured but he can still move, and so the houdini's taunt turns into screams as he's set alight. He still hasn't reloaded the shotgun, so Jack zaps the guy to keep him in place and finishes him off with the wrench. The good old standby.
Whoosh. Crackle.
...Jack's on fire again.
And this time he really does stumble, yells, goes shoulder-first into the wall as his vision swims.