Hisoka is just cleaning up his workshed, covering his partially constructed canoe with a tarpaulin, putting away his tools. He picks up a broom and sweeps up the wood and birchbark scraps. He opens the door and whisks the sawdust out into the long grass.
Night is falling, and he is at the edge of the forest, up a long rise from the lake. Still holding his broom, he looks off towards the water, which ripples softly under a pale round moon. Even from this distance, he can hear water lapping, and an occasional splash of a fish or a frog. He has very sharp ears.
He turns his head slowly, picking up the rustle of the pines, the squawk of a screech owl. He is not easy. It is as though he is waiting to hear other, unknown noises. The forest noises suddenly cease, as though every leaf, bird, or animal is holding its breath.
[The wolves can mess him up some. He'll fight back, of course. XD]
Hisoka regains his balance by hanging onto the broomstick, and then he wedges his boot against the wolf's body and gives one hard pull. Damn, it's stuck! he thinks, grasping hard to keep his hands from slipping on the blood which now coats the implement, and he pulls again.
Hisoka throws up his left arm, as there is not an instant to do anything else. With his right, he begins to bring the stick around to strike, but the motion feels agonizingly slow...
There is blood cascading down his thigh, saturating the leg of his jeans.
Re: [Hisoka-wolves]elvesareyummyJune 10 2011, 03:00:36 UTC
The motion is slow but it is enough - the strike hits the wolf in the eye, both infuriating it and blinding it. While it's snapping randomly at Hisoka, it has no aim, and so it's possible that the shinigami may attempt a run for his life.
Hisoka, alas, has not seriously thought of running. (Yet.) For one thing, it is his nature to turn towards a threat and put up a fight. A fleeing person is necessarily facing away from the danger. (Also, he has an aversion to being bitten in the ass
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[Hisoka-Dean-wolves] Sorry, edited muchin_summer_leafJune 12 2011, 15:17:18 UTC
Hisoka locks his left forearm across his throat, gets the unbitten leg under him, and shoves himself in the uphill direction. But the hurtling wolves' bodies and jaws knock him down, and he is ground hard into the earth. Now I am in for it, he thinks. A wave of nausea sweeps him as he feels the sharp teeth fasten on his flesh and rend.
But his outstretched right hand locks onto the wooden handle of the adze, whose blade is a broad, curved chisel. (Honed to sharpness by Hisoka himself.) He brings it up and strikes with all his strength at the side of whichever is the nearest wolf, the one whose teeth would likely now be in his throat except that Hisoka’s strong left wrist is there to be chewed through first.
Re: [Hisoka-Dean-wolves] surfaceshineJune 12 2011, 22:28:41 UTC
To keep things straight, this thread is happening before Dean's own original thread, because of storyline developments. Hope that's okay with wolves!typist(s)!The howls have, by now, kind of begun to piss Dean off; it's what happens when fear begins to sink in and become real, eat him from the inside out. He's covering ground at a measured, ground-eating jog, searching frantically for his brother and chasing down the phantom sounds of other attacks; he's never sure until there's no one there whether or not he hopes it's Sam. Then the cycle starts again as he continues on. He'll figure out what's going on later, when he's got his brother at his back
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[Hisoka-Dean-wolves] in_summer_leafJune 13 2011, 10:23:55 UTC
With maniacal stubbornness, Hisoka ignores the fiery numbness in his guarding forearm, while with his other hand, he drags the adze back for a second blow at a wolf's shoulder, haunch, head, anything.
Then, he hears the loud bang of the gun, and suddenly the teeth and the suffocating weight of wolf-bodies are removed. His right arm falls to his side, the adze still clutched in his hand. (Hopefully, with many bits of fur and bone clinging to its blade.) So dizzy...
With an enormous effort, he lifts the arm, mops the blood out of his eyes, rolls to his side, and tries to see what is happening. Jeez, Dean is gonna get jumped by that one... "Back off, you mangy sonofabitch!" he shouts, at the remaining wolf. He starts to low-crawl in that direction, outraged, dragging the adze.
Re: [Hisoka-Dean-wolves] surfaceshineJune 13 2011, 11:25:12 UTC
"Jesus christ, Hisoka, stay down!" It's more of a bark, really, not a hint of the goofy mechanic Hisoka met as Dean strides forward, gun still raised. He doesn't want to give the wolves a chance to regroup, moving to place himself solidly between his fallen friend and the wolf that seeks to turn back. The hard green eyes remain narrowed on the threat, forcibly not looking down until it's as safe as it's gonna get.
"Go'n then, you fugly bitch," the hunter fairly growls, firing another shot towards the few wolves that managed to regroup in another attempt to keep them scattered before snapping off another at the ringleader. He's planted himself solidly in a guard position over Hisoka, and in his free hand he's drawn his own blade, just in case.
"Okay, okay, I'm down," mutters Hisoka, involuntarily laying his cheek against the pine-needle mat. He thinks to ask Dean if he's got a back-up gun on him, but then he decides not to bother the man while he's fighting.
At least, that's what he tells himself. There is a fuzzy darkness surrounding the center of his vision, as though a tunnel were closing in. His eyes drift shut.
Re: [Hisoka-Dean-wolves]surfaceshineJune 19 2011, 03:36:01 UTC
Dean knows, even as the last wolf bears down on him, that he hasn't really got time for this. He has no solid basis for it - he only caught a bare glimpse of Hisoka, no time to realistically catalog injuries, just blood, blood, and more blood - but it makes him more impatient than he would normally be, doesn't let him fill the distance between the surviving threat and himself by taking the time to shoot the fallen wolves again to make sure they stay down.
No, he keeps his attention on the active threat, sighting down the engraved barrel of his favorite handgun, feet planted and knees aligned with shoulders, arm straight, fingers loose but firm; it's hard not to rush the shot, to wait until the slinking gait of the beast brings it within his comfort range, the sweet spot where his aim is surest.
The hunter knows where that is by rote, and he aims to make this short: Two shots, but he's intending for it to only take the one to put it down, aimed at the beast's head and then chest. He exhales, and fires.
Night is falling, and he is at the edge of the forest, up a long rise from the lake. Still holding his broom, he looks off towards the water, which ripples softly under a pale round moon. Even from this distance, he can hear water lapping, and an occasional splash of a fish or a frog. He has very sharp ears.
He turns his head slowly, picking up the rustle of the pines, the squawk of a screech owl. He is not easy. It is as though he is waiting to hear other, unknown noises. The forest noises suddenly cease, as though every leaf, bird, or animal is holding its breath.
[The wolves can mess him up some. He'll fight back, of course. XD]
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There is blood cascading down his thigh, saturating the leg of his jeans.
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Thou art the maaaaaastaaaaaah. ^^
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But his outstretched right hand locks onto the wooden handle of the adze, whose blade is a broad, curved chisel. (Honed to sharpness by Hisoka himself.) He brings it up and strikes with all his strength at the side of whichever is the nearest wolf, the one whose teeth would likely now be in his throat except that Hisoka’s strong left wrist is there to be chewed through first.
Thanks, wolves! XD Aaaaaad help arrives!
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However, a few regroup after a moment, and one steps forward away from the rest of the pack, looking like it's ready to attack.
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Then, he hears the loud bang of the gun, and suddenly the teeth and the suffocating weight of wolf-bodies are removed. His right arm falls to his side, the adze still clutched in his hand. (Hopefully, with many bits of fur and bone clinging to its blade.) So dizzy...
With an enormous effort, he lifts the arm, mops the blood out of his eyes, rolls to his side, and tries to see what is happening. Jeez, Dean is gonna get jumped by that one... "Back off, you mangy sonofabitch!" he shouts, at the remaining wolf. He starts to low-crawl in that direction, outraged, dragging the adze.
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"Go'n then, you fugly bitch," the hunter fairly growls, firing another shot towards the few wolves that managed to regroup in another attempt to keep them scattered before snapping off another at the ringleader. He's planted himself solidly in a guard position over Hisoka, and in his free hand he's drawn his own blade, just in case.
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"Okay, okay, I'm down," mutters Hisoka, involuntarily laying his cheek against the pine-needle mat. He thinks to ask Dean if he's got a back-up gun on him, but then he decides not to bother the man while he's fighting.
At least, that's what he tells himself. There is a fuzzy darkness surrounding the center of his vision, as though a tunnel were closing in. His eyes drift shut.
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No, he keeps his attention on the active threat, sighting down the engraved barrel of his favorite handgun, feet planted and knees aligned with shoulders, arm straight, fingers loose but firm; it's hard not to rush the shot, to wait until the slinking gait of the beast brings it within his comfort range, the sweet spot where his aim is surest.
The hunter knows where that is by rote, and he aims to make this short: Two shots, but he's intending for it to only take the one to put it down, aimed at the beast's head and then chest. He exhales, and fires.
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