(Her breath slowing down to a normal pace, Katherine stood up. But before he knees could straighten, a powerful force gripped her shirt and pulled her over the counter. For a split second, she looked into Bobo's eyes. His blood-red eyes.)
B: Peek-a-boo! I see you!
(A swift kick caught Katherine in the stomach as she was dropped to the ground. Bobo's boot pounded against her ribs, her skulls, her back, everywhere as he stomped and kicked away with glee.)
B: Hahahahaha! I'm gonna stomp you right into the floor, kiddo!
*tink tink tinktinktink*
*BOOOO!-*
(Katherine saw the the flashbang rolling towards the ground and quickly shut her eyes. She heard the explosion for only a second before it was replaced by an awful screeching sound.)
B: Heeeeeere kitty kitty!
(Hey, blame the endomorphine. Bobo could see Emily coming clear as day, the wakizashi ready to strike.)
B: Ah, it seems my dear mademoiselle wants to dance.
(As Emily lunged her wakizashi at Bobo's chest, he gently grabbed her wrist with his left, spun to his right, and reached up with his right arm, snaring Emily by the neck. Emily dropped the wakizashi as she found herself in a headlock with her arm trapped out to the side.)
B: Enter the Dragon, baby. WAA-YAAAH!
(Bobo kicked his left foot back and up, swinging it into Emily's face.)
B: I was busy with other business. You'll have to wait your turn.
(Releasing Emily, Bobo drew his kodachi and turned back to Katherine. But all that remained was a trail of blood, marking her escape to the closing door of the elevator.)
B: *sigh* Everyone runs away before the game is through.
(He turned back to Emily. Watching her try to stand up, he licked the flat edge of a kodachi.)
B: Mmmmm.... yes Miss Emily, I think you'll be my next little plaything.
(Whirling the kodachi in a circle, he waited for Emily to retrieve her wakizashi.)
B: Shall we begin?
Katherine lost 4HP from the Boot Party; Emily lost 2HP from a kick to the face
The Underbelly
(Fullhart stared down at Dave. He'd been hurt bad. Real bad.)
DY: Full...hart...
(Holding the shotgun at his side, Fullhart shivered as he pondered whether or not he'd do it.)
DY: Shoot me... shoot...
MF: Shit man... didn't think it'd be this hard.
DY: Kill... kill me... shoot...
MF: I'm not fuckin' shooting you, you got it?!
(Dave weakly raised his Colt SAA, aiming it at Fullhart's face.)
DY: You shoot... or I do... bang...bang...
(Fullhart watched as Dave's finger weakly pressed against the trigger. The Colt's hammer slowly moved further and further back.)
DY: Fine... you die then... dead Full...har-
*BLAM!*
(A flock of birds fluttered away from the construction site. Fullhart cocked his shotgun, ejecting the empty shell cartridge from the chamber. Dave's head had been replaced by a stew of blood, brain, and bits of skull.)
MF: Son of a bitch... son of a bitch!
Dave has been eliminated by Matthew Fullhart
The Control Room
RS: My my, kind little Matthew Fullhart had it in him all along to pull the trigger. That bulletproof vest of his sure doesn't hurt things either.
(Glancing down at piece of paper on a clipboard, Rassoru Sutorause raised his eyebrows.)
RS: Oh dear, it's almost time for our little drug to really kick in!
(Observing a monitor, Sutorausa watched Bobo stalk around Emily inside Alden Library.)
RS: The fire that burns within you is about to become an inferno! And then.... hahaha... like every flame, you'll snuff yourself out.
First United Methodist Church
LD: OOOOWWWWW! AAAAAHHHHHHH!
(Leslie screamed as she pulled the crossbow bolt from her leg. The moment flashed back in her mind, but she didn't know where it had come from. Next thing she knew, the steel bolt had plunged into her leg.)
LD: Crossbow... Kaitlin... she has one! Backstabber... backstabber!
(From outside the church, Comrade smiled.)
C: Kaitlin? You wish.
*BANG!*
(The gunshot startled both Leslie and Comrade alike. Leslie quickly crawled to the side of the church, heading for the stairwell. Comrade flinched as the bullet snapped into the church door.)
C: Hmph. Impertinent little maggot.
(Without looking, Comrade aimed the crossbow backwards and fired. The bolt shot through Eric's hand and knocked the Colt to the ground.)
C: I enjoyed being the hunter but it seems I've now fallen into the role of the hunted.
(Loading another bolt, Comrade took aim.)
C: Next shot: right between the eyes.
Leslie lost 1HP and Eric lost 2HP from Comrade's crossbow
Ping Center, Second Floor
RD: Fuck... so dark in here.
(The lights in the exercise room were completely off. Slowly, Dice crawled along the ground, keeping close to the weight machines.)
*thp* *BURING!*
(Another bullet ricocheted off the machine, the bullet just barely flying over Dice's right shoulder.)
RD: Where the fuck IS he?!
(Dice looked about but could see nothing. The pale moonlight shining through the windows was hardly enough to compensate for the electrical outage.)
RD: Gotta concentrate... think, Dice.
(Squinting his eyes, Dice scanned the area one...)
[Jen took aim with her GLock.]
(...more...)
[Her finger pressed against the trigger.]
(...time.)
RD: There!
*thp!*
(Just as the moonlight caught the metal on Jen's gun, the bullet flew straight and true, plunging into Dice's stomach. Dice, however, had found his target.)
*BANG!*
(Dice's Glock rang out. Jen growled in pain as the 9mm round bore into her shin.)
JM: Damn you to hell! I'll get you for this!
(Gritting his teeth in absolute agony, Dice removed one of his boots and pressed on the sole, causing the blade to snape out. Taking his shirt off, he rolled it up and bit onto it hard.)
RD: Nnng...ng...NNNNNNNGGGGHHHH!
(Dice's scream was muffled as he prodded the blade into his stomach and plucked the bullet out. Releasing the shirt from his mouth, he tied it around his stomach to restrain the blood loss.)
RD: Holy fuck...
Jen lost 1HP and Dice lost 2HP from gunshot wounds
