Tightening her grip on her energized blade, Marie charged toward Irina's position at a run. The computer consoles scattered around the room prevented her from taking a straight line toward the medic, and she was **** to weave and dodge between the glowing screens and panels.
As she ran she saw Irina's pistol fire bring down of the creatures, then wound another, the thing's movements loosing coordination as it leaked thick yellow pus from a pair of wounds in its side. Encouraged, Marie put on a fresh burst of speed and caught up with the wounded thing. Hardly slowing, she brought her blade down in a smooth arc, slicing through deformed tissue and bone. The creature gave a weak, oozing gurgle and lay still.
Marie looked back up at Irina, only to see that the last of the attackers launch itself at her from the rear, wrapping itself around her shoulders. Irina gave out a startled shriek, and went down in a heap, her pistol flying from her hand.
"Irina, hold on!" Marie cleared the remaining space between herself and Irina in seconds, legs and arms pumping wildly. Rounding the last console, she saw Irina laying prone on the ground, while the creature continued to scrabble at her RIG, in a grotesque mirror of the situation Marie herself had been in only moments before. The thing's slimy body was undulating unnaturally, its clawed limbs wrapped around Irina's torso and the neck of her RIG. The medic looked to be struggling feebly against the monstrous assailant.
"Get off of her!" Marie's blade swooped down, slicing through the creature's hide again and again. After a few quick strikes, the thing went slack, thick orange ichor leaking from its wounds. Reaching down, Marie grabbed one of its deformed limbs and pulled the limp carcass off the fallen medic. Once the weight of the creature was off of her, Irina gave a shudder, then lay still.
"Irina!" Marie quickly knelt down by the medics side, placing a concerned hand her shoulder. "Are you hurt? Did it get through?" To Marie's eyes, Irina's RIG look intact, but the ooze and pus smeared across it made it difficult to be sure. She leaned down further trying to get a better look at Irina's face, but the reflection of the helmet's visor hampered her view.
"Irina!" Marie called out again with rising concern, "come on, we need to move to help the others! Talk to-"
"I am...fine now," Irina's voice sounded strangely muffled, and she stiffly pushed herself up from the ground, getting her legs underneath her. Marie rose with her, offering a supporting hand.
"Good, that's good - now we have to move to get back to Nicholas and Samson," Marie gave the medic one more worried look and turned to the exit door.
Marie is carrying:
Pulse Pistol
Surgical Blade
Marie's RIG Condition:
Marie's RIG is missing its helmet
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