[ who ] dovahkiin + frank castle [ what ] andrel is coming to save frank's ass [ where ] south of the gomorrah [ when ] backdated to yesterday [ rating ] VIOLENCE GALORE. blood, gore, the works. also heavy doses of badassery. [ status ] closed, in progress.
Time was running out. The Dovahkiin was trying to find a man who needed help on the network. He was near a large sign that said "Lucky 38", and he'd been hiding. There was a machete he'd found. It was sturdy like a sword was, but it was unfortunately only sharp on one side. No matter, he thought. He could still use it in close quarters and keep his enemies at bay with his Voice and fireballs. The best way to get around here would be to take the stealthy approach. He could weave between buildings in the darkness. If he ran into someone he thought was trouble, he could take down two or three one at a time just by drawing them in with the death of their comrades.
Andrel began quickly working his way south. Eventually he found somebody that looked like they could be trouble. Whoever it was, he was holding a black metal thing - something the Dovahkiin had never seen before. Whatever it was, it looked dangerous and he wasn't going to be on the receiving end of it. Quietly he crept up, and in one swift motion he leapt upward, closed his hand tightly over the male's mouth and pulled his machete deep against their throat, watching as a spurt of crimson bled out and stained his hand, the thug's clothes, and the surrounding floor. Checking the body, he grabbed the gun, what he assumed to be ammunition for it, as well as a few other things he believed would be useful.
One of the things was some kind of wrist band. He assumed that was important and pulled it off as well, attaching it to his own wrist. It took him a moment, but he somehow got it on and played around with it. There was a thing that said 'map' and so he used a little dial to take him there. There was a symbol positioning himself, and a compass told him he was north of the man he talked to. He had a ways to go. He stuffed the things into his small pack and made off with his findings, leaving the bloodied corpse behind in a pool of coagulating carnage.
A few more kills were made as he stalked through what little darkness this place had. With so many lights illuminating the area, it was difficult to keep himself covered. Digging around the strip was like trying to navigate through a Forsworn camp. Everything was out in the open, and he never knew what to expect around each corner. Eventually he found a small group of gang members. They all had more of the weird black things, but he hadn't used his yet. Channeling his sossedov, he uttered the words "tiid klo ul". Time seemed to come to a slow jog for everything but him. He darted out and made sure everyone he could had been stabbed through the neck or head with his blade. Some other people had identical guns to the one he grabbed, so he searched around for ammunition and took what he could. A box marked "first aid" was near and he grabbed those contents as well.
Time snapped back into full speed, and he hurried off, leaving behind a mess of bodies. Some of the battles were nastier than others, and he tipped himself off as a troublemaker a few times. He'd landed a few injuries of his own that would have put him in the same place as his friend, but he had restoration magic on his side. His Voice held his opponents back through Unrelenting Force. Some of them were sent flying and their bodies were rammed into the sturdy metal architecture, sending them to the floor in a pained, breathless heap. Ribs were broken, scalps were split open, and others were burned by magic or fire breath.
When he'd managed to get the worst of it over, he used another special shout designed to reveal all sources of life. He spotted one in particular, but the energy coming from it was waning. A-ha. Found you. He found his way up front of the man and peered out from behind a safe place, flagging Frank down. "Get over here, I'm here to heal you. I brought a weapon for you."