Gnashing teeth from a second advancing runner ( the prelude to the all-encompassing swarm coming at them ) scrape off the metal of the pipe he'd scavenged from the farmhouse. He rips a few out as he draws his makeshift saber back, only to smash his metal fist into the side of the zombie's jaw and scatter teeth and congealing blood across the pavement. It's just like fighting the Hosts that have been used up, left as unfeeling husks useable for anything — that's how he sees the zombies.
He backs toward Shoko, because protecting her is more important than wading into a mass of undead bodies. Flashing text across his mask is not a good method of communicating right now, nor is imagery; both run the risk of forcing Shoko to focus on him, rather than her environment. So, Puppy falls in with her smaller form and begins to try and herd her back.
The subtle press of his weight at her back, urging her to move as he curves like a shield around her. The engines and wires within his mask and arm pour heat from nanotech caught in a cycle of life-death-rebirth, making him all but molten as he angles metal away from her. Run, he seems to be encouraging, as he points toward a series of vehicles in a messy line; there's a clean shot to open road that way? ]
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Gnashing teeth from a second advancing runner ( the prelude to the all-encompassing swarm coming at them ) scrape off the metal of the pipe he'd scavenged from the farmhouse. He rips a few out as he draws his makeshift saber back, only to smash his metal fist into the side of the zombie's jaw and scatter teeth and congealing blood across the pavement. It's just like fighting the Hosts that have been used up, left as unfeeling husks useable for anything — that's how he sees the zombies.
He backs toward Shoko, because protecting her is more important than wading into a mass of undead bodies. Flashing text across his mask is not a good method of communicating right now, nor is imagery; both run the risk of forcing Shoko to focus on him, rather than her environment. So, Puppy falls in with her smaller form and begins to try and herd her back.
The subtle press of his weight at her back, urging her to move as he curves like a shield around her. The engines and wires within his mask and arm pour heat from nanotech caught in a cycle of life-death-rebirth, making him all but molten as he angles metal away from her. Run, he seems to be encouraging, as he points toward a series of vehicles in a messy line; there's a clean shot to open road that way? ]