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thearena2014-06-30 01:13 pm
aintyourdad) wrote in thearena2014-06-30 01:13 pm
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another one bites the dust
Who| Joel, Ellie, Bucky (MCU flavor)
What| Bucky attacks our intrepid father-daughter duo. Only one person is going to come out of this alive.
Where| The amusement park area
When| The beginning of week six
Warnings/Notes| Uhhh, violence, swearing, death.
The heat is the worst, in Joel's estimation. He could deal with the increased activity from the monsters if only it wasn't so goddamn hot. Even his injuries - he could get through them if not for this heat.
Joel is ready for this to be over, though he's not quite sure anymore what "this" is: the arena, would be his answer if Ellie asked him. But maybe everything, too. Seeing Sarah again, like that, the way it ended - now he almost can't look at Ellie. Ellie, of all people.
He glances at her now, takes in her appearance. She looks about as bad as he feels, and there's nothing he can do about it. He hates that, too. She deserves so much better than this shit.
"C'mon, let's get inside for a bit," he says, pointing at what looks like a mostly-intact house up ahead.
What| Bucky attacks our intrepid father-daughter duo. Only one person is going to come out of this alive.
Where| The amusement park area
When| The beginning of week six
Warnings/Notes| Uhhh, violence, swearing, death.
The heat is the worst, in Joel's estimation. He could deal with the increased activity from the monsters if only it wasn't so goddamn hot. Even his injuries - he could get through them if not for this heat.
Joel is ready for this to be over, though he's not quite sure anymore what "this" is: the arena, would be his answer if Ellie asked him. But maybe everything, too. Seeing Sarah again, like that, the way it ended - now he almost can't look at Ellie. Ellie, of all people.
He glances at her now, takes in her appearance. She looks about as bad as he feels, and there's nothing he can do about it. He hates that, too. She deserves so much better than this shit.
"C'mon, let's get inside for a bit," he says, pointing at what looks like a mostly-intact house up ahead.
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She looks up when he speaks, glaring off at where he's pointing.
"Yeah. Fine. Whatever." She doesn't mean to snap, it just happens - she's so frayed and tired she can't reply with anything else. She tsks under her breath at herself. "... Sorry. Yeah, a break would be good."
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So he ignores it, instead. Pretends it's not there. Acts like everything is okay.
"How we doin' on water?" he asks as they approach. Not good, he's sure. Not good at all. "A little rest, then we'll go lookin' for more."
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She checked the street both ways as they came up to the building, immediately ducking into cover more out of habit than anything else, before opening the door for him.
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Someone or something, of course.
"Need any help, gettin' patched up?" He knows she's on her last legs - he is, too. Looking after minor injuries is just... something to pass the time. His ribs still ache, a little, but they're almost a non-issue by now.
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They are not alone and their approach has been marked for some time. He'll be hard pressed to see some sign of recent entry, the man who's come before them is too well trained and practiced to be so amateur as to give himself away that easily.
The Soldier waits for them to come to him. They have bags, possibly containing food and water. They are better equipped than he is and he wants what they have.
If his handlers could see him now they would be ashamed and furious of what has become of what took so many hands so many years to make. He'd be shoved into the chair so quickly he couldn't blink to be recalibrated, then the ice would come (and in this heat, this heat he almost longs for the cold sleep once more). He's so tired, so hungry, so thirsty. His body is in the worst condition it's ever been; left leg stiff and uncooperative, everything aching.
The mind is worse but he'll push that aside, focus, focus.
From the first the man has been identified as the priority target to disable, if he can take care of him quickly he might have a chance.
So the Soldier waits, pressing himself against the kitchen wall next to the open doorway as they come through the front door into the living room. His left hand, over relied on now, takes one of the glass shards he turned into knives from his belt and when he is sure both are inside with the door closed spins into view and throw it directly at Joel's head.
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It happens fast - one minute, Joel is giving Ellie's shoulder what he hopes is a reassuring squeeze, and the next, something out of the corner of his eye makes him give her a shove - away - as he moves to duck down.
Joel has good reflexes for someone his age, but not good enough for the glass to miss him completely. It grazes his temple, and he can feel a trickle of blood as he throws himself at the intruder - his one thought, to keep Ellie safe.
He can't lose her, too.
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"What the fuck--" It's the blood she sees first, and she's already half way up, trying to pull her knife free. "Get the fuck away from him!"
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His metal arm comes up, clearly visible as he's stripped down to a single layer to try and deal with the relentless heat of the arena's current climate. He uses it to meet Joel's attack, the force at which the man comes at him is likely enough to cause harm just by impacting with it. Still, his opponents heavy enough that they go back over the floorboards together, his feet quick-stepping to avoid overbalancing and falling as he brings back his right fist and punches at Joel's face.
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This is taking all his remaining energy - he's injured, dehydrated, low on food and sleep, and it's slowing him down remarkably. He's barely prepared for the way he barrels into what is obviously a metal arm, and the punch sends him reeling.
The sudden realization that he's not up for this hits him - but it's not as though he can stop now. This guy attacked them, and there won't be any stopping it until it's done. Joel grasps for the wrench that he's had since his run-in at the cornucopia, swinging it at the man's elbow - the non-metal one - hoping to cause him enough pain to fumble. All he needs is an opening - all Ellie needs is an opening to strike.
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The first stab, however, hits metal, sending a hard jolt right through her arm as she struggles to save Joel.
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He reaches back with that arm, metal fingers clamp down painfully hard on Ellie's shoulder and rip her away from him, tossing the girl as easily as he would a ragdoll across the room. Then with her temporarily out of the way he focuses on his larger problem.
Finesse is going out of the window as he strikes forward with his metal hand to grab Joel by the neck, a grip which if successful will attempt to crush his throat even as the Soldier throws the older man down onto the floor.
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But that thought is nearly cut off by a hit to his throat that nearly makes him black out. With his only thought escape, get to Ellie, get Ellie safe, he lashes out with the hand still grasping the wrench, aiming for the guy's head.
If he's going to die, he's going to take this guy with him.