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itsjustcambot2011-10-07 07:28 pm
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Venom Avian
[ The camera turns on to a loud Boom and a cloud of smoke exploding out into a corridor on the Satellite.
Coughing, Harry quickly makes his way through it, waving his hand in front of him and covering his mouth. Once he's suitably clear, he looks around, and spots Cambot with a exasperated expression.]
Okay folks, we may have a slight situation developing up here. So, apparently some wise guy decided to mess around with the food processor at some point, because I'm pretty sure giant venomous roosters are not the usual lunch special!
[Of course, there's the question about what Harry was doing on this level in the first place, which he'd be more than happy to enlighten you all on, if not for the rather ominous shadows now emerging from the smoke like a pack of some long dead predators.
Long dead predators that happened to be just under three feet tall. Which is still technically giant for a rooster. Also, there's the long vampire-esque fangs emerging from their beaks and dripping with venom. Now, sure the fact that other than the fangs and their height these roosters look indistinguishable from other poultry may make said incisors seem more absurd than intimidating, but that is because unlike poor Harry you have a screen between you and them.]
Clever girl. [Backing slowly away, his voice rising] Um, so yeah, I...may need some help. Given that somebody decided to take away my ability to Kentucky Fry these guys with a thought. And my gun. Not that I want to be a whiner or anything, I'm just saying I could really use a weapon right now!
Coughing, Harry quickly makes his way through it, waving his hand in front of him and covering his mouth. Once he's suitably clear, he looks around, and spots Cambot with a exasperated expression.]
Okay folks, we may have a slight situation developing up here. So, apparently some wise guy decided to mess around with the food processor at some point, because I'm pretty sure giant venomous roosters are not the usual lunch special!
[Of course, there's the question about what Harry was doing on this level in the first place, which he'd be more than happy to enlighten you all on, if not for the rather ominous shadows now emerging from the smoke like a pack of some long dead predators.
Long dead predators that happened to be just under three feet tall. Which is still technically giant for a rooster. Also, there's the long vampire-esque fangs emerging from their beaks and dripping with venom. Now, sure the fact that other than the fangs and their height these roosters look indistinguishable from other poultry may make said incisors seem more absurd than intimidating, but that is because unlike poor Harry you have a screen between you and them.]
Clever girl. [Backing slowly away, his voice rising] Um, so yeah, I...may need some help. Given that somebody decided to take away my ability to Kentucky Fry these guys with a thought. And my gun. Not that I want to be a whiner or anything, I'm just saying I could really use a weapon right now!
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[Twists around a charging avian, coat whipping about him and confusing the bird. Ole!]
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I'LL BE RIGHT THERE!
[And lo, seven seconds later, IN COMES MINAKO, kicking the door open!]
YAH!
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Please tell me you have a plan.
[Because Harry was planning on the old run away tactic, but now that there's a girl potentially in trouble, his old chivalry complex is rearing its head and that possibility is right out the window.]
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[Toss! (http://www.amazon.com/OXO-Grips-Stainless-Steel-Barbecue/dp/B00004OCIN) Almost simultaneously, she jumps up, twirling her own fork weapon.]
Demon Chickens! Prepare to be stir fried!!
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She can be serious...
Hell's bells, she's totally serious.
Well, he's beat monsters with weirder.]
Watch the teeth, if these things are as bad a joke as I think they are, you don't want to get bit.
[As if on cue, one chicken launches itself at him in a flurry of feathered death. Lifting up his arm, he catches the beak on his duster's sleeve, which, while no longer enchanted, is tough enough to repel the fangs for now, even if the weight of the thing almost knocks him off balance. No such luck for the bird when Harry drives his, er, blade into its breast.]
You fight like a turkey!
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[One of the roosters begins to open its mouth, letting out a very ominous squawk. Which doesn't get it anyone since it allows Minako to stab the creature hard. RIGHT DOWN ITS THROAT. It flails almost pathetically before Minako takes the fork out - and then stabs the bird's throat with another hard thrust, effectively breaking its larnyx. Or, well, the equivalent of it. Whatever, its dead.]
And you die like a shrimp!
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Well, alright, spraying gravy over his hands and making them slick. Grunting, he twists and brains it against the wall, getting the infernal thing to stand still. Adrenaline riding high, he jerks his head up to make sure Minako hasn't been hurt, determined to get between the teen and her attackers-
And she just stabbed one right down the throat. Wow. Okay, granted, Harry is used to all the women around him, no matter how unlikely they seem, be far more deadly than he is, but the sight of a perky blonde teenage girl eviscerating a demonic chicken is just, just weird]
You've done this before.
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[Oh, right, other one now attacking. That one gets...stuck into the wall. Hanging by its throat, which is being crushed by the fork tongs. The creature flails and screeches desperately, choking, losing air and spitting gravy everywhere, but the fork stays firmly in.
That done, she turns back to Harry.]
...What makes you think that?
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Then something slams into him hard enough to send him into the wall, a sharp spur drawing a line of blood across his cheek. Oh, right, other chicken.
Harry feels a rather sudden flash of frustration, not just at being attacked by his dinner, but at this whole situation being stuck here, and while he might not be a super strong marital artists, he's got the sort of brawling skills that come from countless fights for his life against things way stronger than he is.
The long and short being, Rooster beak? Meet Harry's fist. The things head snaps to the side, and reaching down Harry grabs it by the legs, lifting it up like he did its smaller brethren on his teacher's farm all those years ago, bringing it down several times against the floor before it stills.]
I say, I say, what's the big idea son!
[Taking a breath, he glanced back at Minako, standing there innocent as could be.]
You just impaled a monster to the wall with a fork. Without trying.
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Huh. I guess I did! All those fighting video games over the years are finally paying off!
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Uh huh. Well you up up down down left righted their feathered backsides all over the hall.
[stepping over the rooster, and keeping his eyes peeled for any others that might be lurking around, he reached over to pat Minako gratefully on the shoulder]
Not bad for a totally normal girl.
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You're welcome. Now, I'm going to make sure there aren't more of these things.