captainpoppins (captainpoppins) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2018-06-26 22:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | neena thurman (domino), yondu udonta |
Who: Yondu and Neena
When: During the Orc plot
Where: In town somewhere
What: Fighting Orcs like the badasses they are
Rating/Warnings: Language, violence
Status: Incomplete but closed.
If someone had told Yondu several years ago that he'd be living in California and fighting Orcs in the streets like something out of a movie, he'd have laughed his ass off and told them to quit smoking pot.
As Yondu whistled and watched his Yaka arrow sear through body after body of the big, bellowing monsters, he had to admit it was times like this he almost wondered if he was on drugs. He stood six foot two and blue from head to toe, save the red fin on top of his head. He'd been an alien now for several months; yet another bizarre happenstance in this place.
“Come on you big, ugly bastards!” He bellowed, taunting. “That all you got?! I could do this shit all day!” At least until his lips hurt too much to whistle. But considering how freaking fast the arrow zipped through his targets, he had a feeling that wouldn't be a problem. Especially when Neena literally had his back. From what he could tell she was hitting her targets just as dead on as he was. Every single time.
“How you doin’ sweetheart?” He called out over his shoulder to her, above the din of Orc grunts and armor jangling as they flooded the streets.
"I'm starting to think I shouldn't have put back those extra clips. These assholes just keep coming, don't they? You'd think they'd have been smart enough to figure out not to fuck with us at this point." Neena called back, after another two gun shots went off, and another two orc bodies fell to the ground.
She had to hand it to them, they were an impressive invasion force all things considered. If there weren't people like her and Yondu around to clean this mess up? Neena was pretty sure that Orange County would have been neck deep in conquering orcs at this point. "You know? I'm kinda pissed that we're never gonna get some big damned hero medals for this shit."
Yondu huffed in agreement. “Or money! I could use a big payday!” His whistle oscillated and his arrow suddenly caught on fire as it whipped about. It skimmed three orcs, setting them on fire - the fur decorations on one, the hair of another. The third it zipped through, the flames doused by orc blood and innards as it burst clean through the other side.
The arrow returned to Yondu and he held up a hand, catching it without even looking. A nearby orc who'd been watching sneered. “That's some magic you have! Let me relieve you of it!” And he wielded his ungodly huge axe as he ran towards Yondu.
For his part, Yondu was completely non-plussed, a look of 'really?’ as the orc charged. Yondu released the arrow and whistled - it whipped through the air and right into…
...the orc’s forearm armor. The arrow had actually managed to get stuck! Judging by the wicked grin on the ugly green face before him Yondu figured this one wasn't as dumb as he'd thought and had made a calculated move.
“Shit.” Yondu swore under his breath. It probably had hit bone in addition to the dense metal of the armor that had slowed it down. Up until now he'd been going for all the weak, exposed spots. “Neena!” He barked loudly. “I need you!” The orc spun his axe, and Yondu was about to yell again when he remembered he's brought his own piece as backup. Pulling out the gun from it's holster in one of an innumerable number of places for weapons in his Ravager clothing, he fired it almost point blank range. “Nevermind!”
The axe dropped and the orc staggered back. And grinned.
“Uh, shit! NEENA!”
A shot rang through the air and blood sprayed around them as the bullet went right through the orc's eye socket and out the other side. Whatever the big guy's plan had been for Yondu, Neena sure as hell wasn't gonna be around to witness it. She tugged Yondu out of the way as the Orc fell to the ground, and then pulled the clip out of her gun and checked it. "Well, I'm down to three bullets. Can you get your arrow out of that thing's arm? Because either way this is about to turn into the kind of party that gets a little rougher."
Neena didn't mid rough parties, but not like this. She did still have her tactical knife, but the weapons these orcs wielded were just a little too heavy for her to use correctly. Unless one of them was carrying a firearm or a much smaller knife, she was about to be Shit Outta Luck.
Which was hysterical, considering. "Where the fuck is my luck when I really need it?"
Yondu stepped over to the dead orc, turning him onto his back with a shove of his foot. “On it.” And he proceeded to tug at the arrow with one hand, the other still gripping his gun as he kept one eye on the chaos around them. So far they were being ignored as the Orcs ran past them to continue pillaging. “Come on you sonuva…” He stopped to shoot an orc that had finally noticed them. Once it dropped to the ground Yondu holstered his gun and proceeded to tug at the stubborn arrow with both hands, cussing under his breath as he did so. “Yeah that luck of yours would be real nice right 'bout now.”
It finally yanked free and he let out a triumphant laugh before inspected it for damage. So far the alien metal was holding up.
That was when he heard it. An ungodly howl and the sound of something big heading their way. Yondu looked up in time to see a female orc atop the biggest damn wolf he'd ever seen. She was barreling her way through the fray straight for them at less than fifty feet away. Yondu pursed his lips and whistled loudly, the arrow not reacting for a gut wrenching moment before it suddenly lit up and flew off towards its intended target. The female orc deflected it with her arm gauntlet and Yondu knew if he didn't get her within ten seconds they were wolf chow. A few quickly whistled commands and the arrow nicked the hind leg of the wolf - who abruptly stumbled - throwing his mount off guard. Another whistle and the arrow went straight through her throat. The orc gurgled, choking on her own blood and clasping at her neck, before falling off. The arrow spun around and stopped the loping wolf in its tracks less than five feet from where they stood, the point aimed at it right between the eyes.
“Good boy,” Yondu grinned toothily. Looking over at Neena he said, “Think we got ourselves a ride outta this joint.”