[ghost leaps at a mutilated dog creature, sinking his teeth into the soft parts of its neck. it's unnaturally strong, and, flailing, lands a couple heavy blows on ghost before he manages to tear the dead tissue from its cybernetic enhancements. he scratches at them, not quite satisfied that the creature is down for the count.]
[jon stands with his back flat against the wall of the cave, inasmuch as such a thing is possible. he scarcely notices the rocky outcrops digging into his back, however, with all of his attention fixated on the horde (pack?) of mutilated animals. in his right hand he holds a piece of rebar he sawed off of his cage, and his left sports a full company of claws. he watches the animals as they appear to converge on a point some few yards away, looking for weaknesses to exploit.
suddenly a series of explosions sends the pack/horde scattering, and a flash of white makes his breath catch. he dashes away from his hiding place, thrusts his makeshift weapon through the torso of an unsuspecting straggler, barely bothering to call back over his shoulder to anya as he springs into action.]
Shit, my teammates. Now's our chance.
[ghost picks his away across the carnage to jon, who lowers himself into a wary crouch at ghost's approach.]
Fucking hell.
[he ruffles ghost's neck fur as best as he can without letting go of his weapons. ghost, for his part, butts his nose against jon's cheek and gives it one careful lick.]
I missed you, boy.
[ghost barks once and launches himself at the creatures coming up behind jon, who straightens, settling back into a fighting stance. he finally nods at karkat and katniss.]
Reaphook, Mockingjay.
[they might have noticed that jon is shirtless and covered in dried blood, with the odd bone fragment or muscle fiber clinging to his skin. he dives back into the fray, slamming the piece of his cage through the throat of another animal creature and grimacing as he struggles to free it.]
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[jon stands with his back flat against the wall of the cave, inasmuch as such a thing is possible. he scarcely notices the rocky outcrops digging into his back, however, with all of his attention fixated on the horde (pack?) of mutilated animals. in his right hand he holds a piece of rebar he sawed off of his cage, and his left sports a full company of claws. he watches the animals as they appear to converge on a point some few yards away, looking for weaknesses to exploit.
suddenly a series of explosions sends the pack/horde scattering, and a flash of white makes his breath catch. he dashes away from his hiding place, thrusts his makeshift weapon through the torso of an unsuspecting straggler, barely bothering to call back over his shoulder to anya as he springs into action.]
Shit, my teammates. Now's our chance.
[ghost picks his away across the carnage to jon, who lowers himself into a wary crouch at ghost's approach.]
Fucking hell.
[he ruffles ghost's neck fur as best as he can without letting go of his weapons. ghost, for his part, butts his nose against jon's cheek and gives it one careful lick.]
I missed you, boy.
[ghost barks once and launches himself at the creatures coming up behind jon, who straightens, settling back into a fighting stance. he finally nods at karkat and katniss.]
Reaphook, Mockingjay.
[they might have noticed that jon is shirtless and covered in dried blood, with the odd bone fragment or muscle fiber clinging to his skin. he dives back into the fray, slamming the piece of his cage through the throat of another animal creature and grimacing as he struggles to free it.]
I hope one of you brought a sword.