[ It may be a little difficult to tell different sounds apart in the chaos of stretching limbs and claws (phones wail, zombies cry, and the way they squish and crack underneath her is the loudest of all). At a certain point she finds herself staggering under the weight of a small horde, but a moment later several shots ring out and she can move again, swiftly turning to lunge at the nearest moving opponent. The hooks catch her, too, even as she ducks and weaves. There's too many, and she can't hear Caitlyn's gun anymore. The cuts pile up; some are shallow, some deeper, but adrenaline numbs them.
Even with the sounds of horror all blending together, she keeps a sharp ear for Caitlyn's voice should she become overwhelmed. She doesn't expect advice, but she heeds it without question. With all of her attention on the hooks, they're less likely to slice at her, at least. If Caitlyn's out of bullets, then Vi needs to put even more into her punches. She's no stranger to fighting off large groups, but she can't do it if she's worrying about someone unprepared joining the fray. Her voice is sharp; almost angry. ]
Stay back, I got this!
[ It smells like rot and salt. The taste of rust is back, tickling at her throat.
It takes time for her to tire; her ferocity is almost inhuman. She still has years of pent-up energy to unleash. Unfortunately, Vi is human; she hasn't been sleeping well, and she's running on a mostly empty stomach and slowly losing blood. Something sharp hooks her shoulder too deep and sends her reeling. Her legs buckle. Vi catches herself on her knees, arms dangling at her sides. In a momentary rejection of her mortal limitations, she fights with all her will to keep from collapsing onto her face. For just a second, silver turns to glass while she gazes over the carnage to the sky.
She needs a moment. They're not going to let her have a moment. ]
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Even with the sounds of horror all blending together, she keeps a sharp ear for Caitlyn's voice should she become overwhelmed. She doesn't expect advice, but she heeds it without question. With all of her attention on the hooks, they're less likely to slice at her, at least. If Caitlyn's out of bullets, then Vi needs to put even more into her punches. She's no stranger to fighting off large groups, but she can't do it if she's worrying about someone unprepared joining the fray. Her voice is sharp; almost angry. ]
Stay back, I got this!
[ It smells like rot and salt. The taste of rust is back, tickling at her throat.
It takes time for her to tire; her ferocity is almost inhuman. She still has years of pent-up energy to unleash. Unfortunately, Vi is human; she hasn't been sleeping well, and she's running on a mostly empty stomach and slowly losing blood. Something sharp hooks her shoulder too deep and sends her reeling. Her legs buckle. Vi catches herself on her knees, arms dangling at her sides. In a momentary rejection of her mortal limitations, she fights with all her will to keep from collapsing onto her face. For just a second, silver turns to glass while she gazes over the carnage to the sky.
She needs a moment. They're not going to let her have a moment. ]