His features twisted into something akin to horror as he watched the dragon charge Cissnei, his own screams for the younger Turk to get to safety mixing in with her cry of pain when that claw raked her side. "Shit... shit... Cissnei!" He dropped an antidote with the girl as she slid behind he and Tseng, along with a spare hi-potion, then nodded to Tseng.
"I'll distract it." He didn't need to tell Tseng to protect Cissnei - he knew the Turk leader already had it covered. And while Tseng kept the dragon at bay with bullets and potions, he and Zack were fast enough (and Zack was certainly strong enough) to avoid the claws while the two launched more distant attacks.
So he launched himself at the creature, flinching as fingers clutched at the rotting flesh of the decimated wing to fling himself up. Up. And onto the thing's neck, toward his head. His footing slipped a few times as the dragon tried to dislodge him, and he cursed loudly as hands had to grip that nasty, deteriorating monstrosity just to keep himself on it. But eventually he jammed his EMR into one of the shot-out eye sockets of the beast, growling as electricity tingled beneath the hand still touching the dragon zombie. Zapping the thing straight in the head.
Luckily, his hand was still wrapped tightly around the handle of his EMR when the thing rose on its haunches, shrieking in some preternatural scream, because that motion flung the redheaded Turk off it and into the swamp a few dozen feet away. He groaned when he hit, trying to roll a little in the sticky marsh. Everything ached... but the dragon was very seriously injured, and ... um... more pissed off. But disoriented! It seemed to not know where to attack anymore, swiping at thin air with its claws and beating wings that could no longer lift it.
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Date: 2010-10-27 02:52 am (UTC)"I'll distract it." He didn't need to tell Tseng to protect Cissnei - he knew the Turk leader already had it covered. And while Tseng kept the dragon at bay with bullets and potions, he and Zack were fast enough (and Zack was certainly strong enough) to avoid the claws while the two launched more distant attacks.
So he launched himself at the creature, flinching as fingers clutched at the rotting flesh of the decimated wing to fling himself up. Up. And onto the thing's neck, toward his head. His footing slipped a few times as the dragon tried to dislodge him, and he cursed loudly as hands had to grip that nasty, deteriorating monstrosity just to keep himself on it. But eventually he jammed his EMR into one of the shot-out eye sockets of the beast, growling as electricity tingled beneath the hand still touching the dragon zombie. Zapping the thing straight in the head.
Luckily, his hand was still wrapped tightly around the handle of his EMR when the thing rose on its haunches, shrieking in some preternatural scream, because that motion flung the redheaded Turk off it and into the swamp a few dozen feet away. He groaned when he hit, trying to roll a little in the sticky marsh. Everything ached... but the dragon was very seriously injured, and ... um... more pissed off. But disoriented! It seemed to not know where to attack anymore, swiping at thin air with its claws and beating wings that could no longer lift it.