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WHO| Tali and Grey
WHAT| Death time.
WHEN| A few days after the bloodbath
WHERE| N 10
WARNING/NOTES|Probably violence, maybe fowl language.

Tali cautiously poked her head out of the side of crumbling building that had been her safe haven until then. If she didn't venture out, she would starve to death. She didn't know if she would even be able to find food here. Making sure to check any blind spots for potential threats, she stepped out.

It was obvious to her that was too weak to face any sort of fight.

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The scientist was growing increasingly tired of feasting on rats. But it wasn't as if there was much other food to be found. He'd long finished the can of beans he'd managed to snatch up from the Cornucopia the first day, the empty can now wedged so tightly into a pants pocket that it looked as if the fabric might rip. It worked well for collecting water. Inside the can, something even more important. A vial of water purifier he'd purchased with the credits granted him.

The doctor heard rather than saw her, having been coming up the side of the building nearest where Tali stepped out. Just around the corner, a footstep. Too heavy to belong to a wild dog. He tightened his grip on the sturdy piece of re-bar he'd picked up along the way and inched forward.

Well this was wonderful. Trained in military tactics and she gets spotted because she's too light headed to pay attention. This would certainly be left out of any report she gave to Shepard, if she gave a report to Shepard. Stepping out with her hands above her head, she took a deep breath.

"I do not wish to fight." She said evenly, hoping that this person would listen to reason. "Please, I understand why we are here but I wish you no harm." Because I don't have a machine gun, was the mental continuation of that.

Grey is looking a little worse for wear himself, his uniform torn and bloodied in several places from his battles with the local wild dogs for a water source. Most of the damage appears to be from scratches, with the occasional shallow bite a brave dog managed to get in, but there's a deeper one on the back of his right calf from a dog that clearly found itself an opening.

The scientist grins at Tali. "You wish me no harm." He repeats. He isn't quite sure what Tali is. She sounds human enough. But she certainly doesn't look it. She isn't the first person he's noticed who appears to be something other than human.

"I see." He glances down at the re-bar in his right hand, switches it to his left. The sunlight reflects off of the metal of his cybernetic hand. He's long realized by now that there's something wrong with it. That it isn't working quite the way it was before he got here. But it's hardly useless.

The man clicks his tongue and glances back up at Tali. "Then it's rather unfortunate that only one of us may emerge alive... wouldn't you agree?" Tali isn't given a chance to reply as both of Grey's hands wrap around the piece of re-bar and he runs for her.

Of course, she has to get caught by a crazy person. Tali drops to the ground and rolls to try to avoid the strike, but the sudden motion has made her head start spinning.

"Keelah." Groping around to anything to defend herself she felt like she was floundering.

His first swing misses as she drops and rolls away from him, and he's suddenly very aware of the bite in his calf, his movement having re-opened the wound.

Turning back towards her, he favors the limb slightly as he attempts to bring the re-bar sharply down across her head.

Edited 2012-06-24 06:03 (UTC)

Leaning forward quickly to take the brunt of the blow on the more sturdy part of her helmet, she was jarred by the blow. A high pitched ringing played in her ears as she watched her appending death spread before her eyes. A Spider web of cracks bled down from the top of the plastic pane in front of her face. There was no way air particles weren't going to get through there. If she was going to die anyway she might was well fight it out. Maybe if she was lucky this ass might try to eat her after she died. What a nasty surprise he would get then.

"It's a helmet ass hole, do you not know what they are?" A few verbal jabs might be the only thing she could land on him, but why the hell not?

Grey just raises an eyebrow at her. He should have been able to crack it. He would have been able to crack it. If his left arm was working as it should be. It has to be something these odd 'Capitol' people have done to it. Yet, none of them have touched it.

Noticing that the plastic pane across the front of the helmet at least has cracked, he aims for that next. Let's see who's inside, shall we?

Too shaken from the last blow she was too slow to move fast enough to avoid the blow. She felt the full brunt of it knock her back, she couldn't see out of her helmet any more, even thought the plastic held it's place, it was cracked beyond recognition. The tang of blood filled her mouth, this was it. Taunting him into just killing her would be faster, the infection would be more painful and take longer.

"You call that a swing? I've seen Volus hit harder." It's didn't really dawn on her until she had said it that that probably didn't mean anything to him.

"I have no idea who that is!" He replies in an oddly cheerful sounding manner. No, it doesn't mean a thing to him. And furthermore, he knows Tali's game. The pathetic creature below him can harm him with neither words nor blows.

Grinning a little wider, he raises the piece of re-bar over head, aiming to bring it down over the plastic panel across the front of the helmet again. He's in no real hurry, you see. And he really is rather curious to find out what's beneath it.

Breath Tali, the commander would never let you live it down if you didn't try to fight. Making a split moment decisions she lunged for the man injured leg, so where she thought it would be.

Fighting blind she lashed out in that general direction hoping to get something.

His legs haven't moved since he began crushing the front of her helmet in, and so her aim is true. The scientist wasn't expecting a fight by this point, figuring the creature at his feet had more or less resigned herself to her fate.

There's a yell of both surprise and pain as Tali's fingers find his wounded calf, fresh blood having been already soaking the pants leg from his careless movement alone. Cursing, Grey tries to jerk the injured leg out of her grasp, swinging the re-bar down for the offending arm.

Tali takes the hits to her arm but her hold is strong. Her thick fingers lock themselves around around his leg, doing their best to dig into the wound. This wasn't going to stop him or kill him, but it was going to hurt at hell.

Grey yells as Tali's fingers sink into his wound, slamming the re-bar down onto her arm over and over before switching to using his good leg to stomp on it. "Get off!"

Edited 2012-07-12 02:19 (UTC)

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