On a Mission

[ciel capricorn]

Ciel hacked and slashed at the incoming boars. Blood was drawn, but not from her. And hopefully not from her other comrades.

They seemed to be a little overpowered as she was losing her strength gradually. She wasn't sure how everyone was doing, but she could tell from the yells and grunts that they were fighting for their lives too. This was what they were trained for. Unfortunately, strength didn't happen to be Ciel's strongest suit, so she resorted to her speed. Then again, speed couldn't carry her too far as she fell to the ground, trying her best to defend herself from the boar that was now on top of her. Its eyes glowed with rage and hate, those kinds of things, as it tried to kill the human.

Ciel took out a knife from one of her back pockets as a last resort and pierced it through the underside of the boar. It let out a dying sound as it fell. Feeling triumphant and tired, the huntress tried to stand but she was being held down by the pain in her torso. It seemed one of the boars got to her at some point in the fighting.

"Just great," she mumbled. "I didn't bring any emergency kit whatsoever with me. This is dumb..."

 

[Penultimate Pi]

"Augh, SHIT-!"

Verren was jolted back into action again, from a particularly brutal cracking that echoed through and from the trees around. Had he fallen asleep? It wasn't something he remembered, he was just catching his breath under a tree...

Focus, focus. This was an island- the one they were supposed to investigate? Not like this, it wasn't gonna be. When the plane started going down, the well-versed Verren had made good attempts to brace himself, and in fact was one of the first to wake up. Not that it meant much if he couldn't stay awake; that was a bad move, something could've come and mauled the man in his sleep. Gotta stay, up, gotta ignore all those pounding bruises on his body, gotta press on.

The deep-brown skin color seemed to glare with indigo every so often on his body, highlighting the beatings Verren took on impact, and his dreadlocks were starting to flurry out and mess up. Verren's green aviator longcoat, cargo pants, combat boots and reinforced vest were all scarred and dirty in different spots. Good thing the hunter had bothered to stash most of his gear on his own person, a valuable lesson learned, but much of what could get him out of this mess easily was broken in some way. That was just how it had to go- couldn't just be bad, had to be worse than before. Anyone that wasn't dead yet had a pretty good chance to die here on this forsaken isle, given the circumstances.

A boar ripped through the brush, one of many off in the distance, except this one was closer and vaguely aiming at him. Verren, with the kind of skill an expert hunter would have, pulled out a pair of large, revolver triguns. The ammunition, .45 magnum rounds. Eight shots to a cylinder, semi-automatic, and forward heavy to reduce recoil. And also spare bullets, plenty of them. He would need them, but hopefully not before everything in the immediate area was shot dead.

Verren slammed out a few shots towards the front of the boar's thick hide as the hunter scrambled out the way. Severing at least one vital nerve or vessel, the boar's now-blinded momentum carried it right into another tree, where the sudden stop took care to snap at the beast's neck and hopefully finish the job soon enough. Of course that was just one of a thundering horde of boars, and Verren REALLY wanted to not reload during a melee if he could help it. A heat knife and a set of knucklizers weren't going to do too much for him in the short run.