BITE # 4 - KILLFIELD - Not On The Menu

[jaws5sonofjaws]

 [Despite a fantastic strategy of utilizing a big rock on his target, Mart has ended up with a gashed belly and has now begun to fall under the effects of the fear that was on his census... mainly a fear of getting eaten alive. Now any living thing about his size or bigger he'll be cautious around, especially if there's talk of food or teeth around...]

Phone:

Okay... anyone got tips for killing a guy? I was pretty used to having my powers to beat the shit outta people, but never to kill, and I need to improvise with whatever I got.

And just to warn anyone even THINKING of trying to eat me, I haven't bathed since this whole thing started!

I'd give ya e-choli!



Action

[Mart is walking through the park, hands in his pockets, but he is speed walking rather hastily and looking about. Specifically to the trees and behind him.

Almost as though he's afraid someone or something is after him.]

Comments

[idkmybffcoffee.livejournal.com]

[ Getting indoors won't be much help against this thing, but losing it is definitely doable. He can't move particularly fast by floating, and those wings cut down his running speed impossibly, so he teleports after Mart.

... a few yards at a time, with pauses to adjust direction.

This isn't really a form he'd pick for chasing someone down, and so Sanae gives a little frustrated noise and shifts back to human almost immediately. It loses him a couple extra seconds, but then he's sprinting, gun in hand.

Fuck, which way did the kid go-- ]

[jaws5sonofjaws.livejournal.com]

[Mart doesnt even look behind himself while sprinting. That huge fucking monster was going to rip him to shreds and eat his innards for sure if he stopped. But theres home just s few measly steps away. Mart fumbles with the keys but manages to open the door, shut it behind him and lock every lock on said door before running up to his room.]

[idkmybffcoffee.livejournal.com]

[ He doesn't hear the door snap shut, not over the pounding of blood in his ears. Sanae rounds the corner and finds himself faced with an empty street -- no target in sight, too many houses to search, and not much more running left in him after the blood loss of Friday. He brings the gun up and falls back into the shadows, ready to patrol the streets until he can find any sign of movement.

If Mart stays holed up at home, this is just how Doc Scratch will find him. ]