WHO:Hawkeye & Black Widow WHEN: Wednesday; during Evil Dead Plot WHERE: Around Grimiore WHAT: Clint and Nat bond. With blood and death. You know, like usual. RATING/WARNINGS: Probably language and violence -it's killing things, violence. STATUS: In Progress
Clint really hated when this place just tossed shit at them entirely randomly with no warning. And okay, so that tended to happen a hell of a lot -just wake up at some point and boom, something attempting to eat your foot. It was how this hellhole of a city seemed to work. Much like that dump of a place over the forest.
And hadn't they just had some undead things wandering through? Wasn't that just a thing. Of course those undead things didn't smell this bad (which was saying something since they climbed out of the ground) and weren't just as mobile or strong. It had been a while since Clint actually had to stomp on something's face.
And so all hands were on deck and Clint was breaking out the supply of arrow that Rosa worked out for him. It really was just a matter of grabbing them from skulls later. With the safe-zones set up, Clint had grabbed his partner to properly introduce her to this little shit storm and get the areas people might be passing through mostly cleared of the hoard.
"So, welcome to Grimoire. Don't forget to leave a review on TripAdvisor."