Rorschach is "Mike Caulfield" (whisper_no) wrote in musingslogs, @ 2011-01-06 17:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | daemon sadi, dean winchester, rorschach |
Who: Drake and Rorschach, with special guest star Sol!
What: Being Badass
Where: Seattle, moving towards Redmond
When: Around 9:30 pm on Wednesday
Warnings: Epic awesome.
The swarm was unlike anything else he had ever seen. One minute he was on the comm talking to Robin and Cipher, the next he was surrounded. Rorschach turned off his communicator, not wanting them to hear this, as he steadied his grip on his grappling gun. Its true purpose would not be fulfilled tonight, and he imagined he was committing a grievous sin by using such equipment as a simple club. But desperate times called for desperate measures, and it was the heaviest thing he had.
He felt a hand bunch in the material of his jacket, pulling him backwards as the crowd folded to follow him. Gripping the handle of his gun, he slugged forward, feeling it crack against skull. Though the wound was clearly damaging, the man he hit didn't seem to notice. It was as if Rorschach hadn't done anything at all. Whirling, he jerked away from the one that held him, bringing his gun down with a heavy crack on his shoulder. Bone snapped like dry twigs, and yet the man still had the energy to lunge forward, his left arm dangling at his side.
These creatures were unholy. They were being driven by a dark force, something outside of God's realm. Rorschach felt a fist in his collar drag him down, a wave of snapping teeth and curled claws welcoming him into its depths. He struggled, limbs flailing and gun slamming into every lump of flesh he could reach, though it was becoming apparent that he was going to be overwhelmed. Blood trickled from their many injuries, drizzling onto his face and clothing. He sucked unsteady breaths into his lungs as he punched and kicked his way through the crowd, feeling their bodies against his as if they were one solid mass instead of many individual pieces. He had lost sight of anything outside this fight, anything outside this moment. His existence had collapsed into this, and he would finish it.