James Rogers is the new Captain America (avenging_son) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2015-03-21 23:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | james rogers |
Who: James and some npc strigoi
What: James got attacked
Where: Streets of Lawrence
When: Evening of March 21
Status: Narrative
Rating: Medium
James knew with the threat from the vampires he should have headed home before night fell. But he had gotten caught up at the library doing a project and now it was completely dark outside. He figured he could make it though from the library to his car. It wasn't that far of a space. Before he left the door of the library he checked the gauntlet on his arm and was relieved to see it was fully operational. With that he shifted and began heading to his car. As good and as alert as he was though, these vampires were about as stealthy as the demons in their mist form.
He halted when two appeared in front of him, their red eyes gleaming in the streetlights. "So. You're some of the strigoi vampires." He moved quickly, hurling his shield at them. He didn't stay still though, moving and weaving to try and avoid them to get to his car but one grabbed him. He immediately began trying to fight, knowing it would be over if they bit him. His struggling earned a rather painful backhand and he went flying, hitting the pavement hard. He pushed himself up and wiped blood from his mouth. "That the best you got Edward?" he taunted, reactivating his shield. He held it up quickly before the next punch came but it sent him skidding back. He peeked around and saw his first throw had decapitated the other strigoi.
He continued his best, trying to fight and evade but it was a losing fight. He wasn't Thor or Torunn to take these things head on. One particularly brutal hit sent him flying right into his car and he whimpered in pain. He managed to unlock the car though and quickly crawled inside and shut the door, locking it. He was suddenly very grateful that he had made the wish for the indestructible car. He could hear the strigoi beating on his car but he knew he was safe. But he needed to get help. It was hurting to breathe, his back hurt like hell, and his right leg felt like jelly. Painful jelly. And he was pretty sure some of his fingers were broken.
But he fumbled his phone out and sent a message to get help.