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Post by Silverflare on Dec 7, 2013 4:09:12 GMT -5
Swiftwhisper could hear a voice from the darkness, even with her enhanced sensors she struggled to locate the being responsible for it. She tapped her Autobot badge twice with a finger. She was not a big fan on talking at the best of times, not to mention she was still recovering from her impact into the tower. "I got to get up" She whispered more to herself than to the voice with all the question. She tried to move but found she didn't have the strength. "Your turn" Swiftwhisper muttered to the voice, she didn't want to fight a Decepticon in her current state. Especially one which she could barely see.
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Post by Cutlass Rebooted on Dec 7, 2013 11:04:15 GMT -5
"I personally could care less for factions, but as luck would have it... or misfortune... I happen to find myself helping an autobot." Since the fem didn't give her name Wraith saw no reason to give his, but he could hear something moving above them. "You better find your strength quickly, your entrance seems to have attracted some other attention..."
Not hearing the sounds of fighting Whysp moves forward, she leans against the broken wall with her arms folded. "Who's this then?"
"Another autobot." He notices the zombie.
Having finally caught up the zombie pet pauses and looks at the fem on the ground, but then it looks up at Wraith. It keeps looking back and forth apparently stuck between obeying it's new master and it's compulsion to kill.
"I think we may have a problem..."
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Post by Silverflare on Dec 7, 2013 11:14:07 GMT -5
Swiftwhisper listened quietly to what he had to say, she didn't believe that he cared nothing about the factions. The fact that he did not declare whose side he fought for, was all the proof she needed to be wary of him.That and the fact that he looked unsettling due to his weird form. Swiftwhisper was not easy to unsettle, yet this was rather off putting. The presence of the zombie, brought forth a burst of energy from her as if the idea of being eaten or however they killed by one of these things was insulting. The fem carefully got to her feet, moving slowly. When she stood she checked for her weapons. "Friend of your's?" She questioned pointing at the zombie. The more important question was. "What shuts them down for good?" Swiftwhisper was all business, she was like this with Autobots. Aloof and cold.
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Post by Cutlass Rebooted on Dec 7, 2013 12:52:19 GMT -5
"I would call it more of a pet. Though it looks like it wants to kill you. I was using it to draw out it's fellow undead but your presence seems to have drawn their attention." Wraith picks up the zombie by it's neck. "I don't think you'll be needed anymore..." He rams his other hand through it's spark and drops the remains. A faint shadowy smoke rises up from the body before disappearing into Wraith's shadow.
"Destroying the spark kills them. There's another nine of these things to kill, four if Chance is doing okay. What is your name by the way?"
Wraith starts walking towards the staircase up.
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Post by Silverflare on Dec 7, 2013 18:48:51 GMT -5
She nodded slowly, seemingly pleased by the swift dispatch of the zombie. "Swiftwhisper" She answered revealing a personal detail for once. It was a rare occasion when she introduced herself. Silverwhisper was just not that social. To her it now appeared to be a simple task of removing the few remaining undead, however previous experience not of fighting the living dead but of conflict in general had shown that nothing was ever simple. For a starters who was this Chance that they spoke of? Why was he separated from rest of them for?
"Very well time to find your chance then" Swiftwhisper suggested though it sounded far more like an order than an actual suggestion. She usually operated alone and it showed whenever she had to take part in a team.
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Post by Cutlass Rebooted on Dec 8, 2013 9:38:18 GMT -5
"My name is Whysp. We don't really need to find Chance as we know where he is." As if reading her mind she adds. "He's an autobot we're helping." She follows Wraith up the stairs.
Reaching the top of the staircase, Wraith darts forward with his claws ripping through the first of four zombies.
"We best hurry otherwise Wraith will kill them all before we get up there..." Whysp speeds up into a run.
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Post by Silverflare on Dec 8, 2013 10:19:08 GMT -5
She speeds up, eager to help a fellow autobot. Swiftwhisper was not going to miss out on the action, being in an unknown environment it paid to stay with those who where not immediately hostile to her. "I won't leave the fun to the others" Swiftwhisper wondered if Chance would still be alive, she hoped so having a fellow autobot at her back would be suitable in this environment.
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Post by Cutlass Rebooted on Dec 8, 2013 14:20:20 GMT -5
Wraith leans against the wall not attacking any more of the zombies.
Whysp takes down another one only to be held back by Wraith when she goes for a second.
"I want to see what she can do."
Ignoring Wraith and Whysp the two remaining zombies start moving towards Swiftwhisper.
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Post by Silverflare on Dec 8, 2013 14:30:28 GMT -5
Swiftwhisper rushed forward, closing the distance with the closest of the two zombies in a single swift movement she drew her path blaster and fired three times into the spark chamber. Without waiting to see if the target was down or not, she moved forward, firing her weapon as she went. In her right hand she gripped her whip tightly before slinging it in a graceful arc. The whip attached itself to the zombie, sinking deep into the undead. She withdrew it and brought the whip back again and again. Each attack though appearing at random was precise and planned. Each strike was made on the move, Swiftwhisper was never stationary. With a sudden, surprise attack she attacked with the whip striking low, tangling the zombie's legs together. It stumbled and fell where in a single elegant movement she dispatched her foe with a one round. Swiftwhisper ejected the spent magazine and stored her whip. She glanced at her current two companions and reloaded, staying silent because there as no need for talk.
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Post by Cutlass Rebooted on Dec 8, 2013 15:31:53 GMT -5
"Not bad... Almost as fast as me." Wraith whispers mainly to himself.
"All down now up a floor." Whysp runs up a floor halting suddenly at sight of an explosion. "That explains the sound of an explosion earlier..."
The last two zombies ignore her and Wraith as he joins her and continue on their way towards Chance.
No longer seeing any further need for them, Whysp makes the three shadows vanish. She and Wraith keep back.
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