Who: Johanna Mason and Open What: Fighting those damn creatures When: Wednesday afternoon Where: Somewhere in town Warnings: Language Status: Open/On-going
Johanna was pretty sure that carrying her axe around was kind of frowned on, and was absolutely sure she didn't give a damn. Whatever those creatures were, she was damn well going to fight them. She wasn't going to go seeking them out -- mostly because they were coming after her easily enough already. What she was going to do was take out each and every one that came near her.
She'd checked in on her people -- because of course she was going to -- and now she was making her way through town, intending on heading to Bad Axe. To be fair, it was a pretty solid plan. It was also going to get completely thrown out the window before she got there.
Because that thing ambling towards her was not any kind of normal.
The demogorgon -- not that she knew what it was called, of course -- was coming at her and moving fast. Faster than Johanna could run from, at any rate. So what was she doing? Not running away.
What should she probably have been doing? Yep, running away anyway. But nobody ever accused her of doing what she should. Not seriously, anyway.
"Oh, fuck you!" she yelled as she sprinted down the street. "I mean, seriously?" She wasn't running, no, she was trying to reach a spot where she could either hide for a second or at least do more of a pivot into a spin -- yes, an axe meant close quarters combat, but she was trying to have as much space as possible.