DrakeZero/DMX RP (Dead Space)

[DragonMasterX]

Michael turned his back to Drake, holding his cutter with both hands, keeping the flashlight trained to the walls and ceilings to make sure they wouldn't surprise them. The path was clear, just where were those steps coming from...?

That's when one of the ventilation grids on the ceiling suddenly gave out and a head popped out, its jaws were dislocated and parted just like all the other creatures, "Oh shit!" Michael gasped, the creature screeching back at him, "Die!" he shot as it reared outside. The cutter's bolt was super fast, Michael had totally forgotten about the limbs, but the creature wasn't our couldn't be aware of his tool as it descended. It was the same type that surprised them from the roof, the scythe-armed beast. A leg was blown right off as it dropped, Michael cursing at his bad luck.

He then recalled what had happened earlier, Drake had crippled the other beast's leg to prevent it from approaching them, and now he could see the morbid creature slowly approaching them by using its large blades to crawl forwards. "You didn't get enough, did you?!" Michael growled, unloading another powerful bolt from the plasma cutter, and thanks to the horizontal positioning the accuracy was boosted. A bladed arm was blown right off. "Bull's eye!" he cheered, seeing the deformed human slumping to the floor with a last grunt and collapsing, dead for good.

He turned as if ready to receive a compliment, but then he shook as he heard more growls, apparently more creatures were headed their way, and his racket had only helped to attract more, "Shit, shit," he cursed, franctically aiming his Plasma Cutter's flashlight left and right again.