(ooc: lemme know if anything's too little for you to work with or anything like that- never did a fight scene in dwrp before and it seems a different sorta beast than normal tags... )
[ At least this time Hunk can't shout and cry anymore, because he's still got his knife gripped in his teeth. He flinches as the shot rings out, glancing behind him just in time to see one of the Sahuagin drop, and... for a few bits of brain matter to splatter his leg. At least he's in an ocean! But so are the enemies. One has the presence of mind to dive, out of sight and out of the crossfire, while the other launches a water gun straight towards Naoto in an effort to avenge its fellow as it begins to circle around the swimmer like a shark.
Hunk, on the other hand, continues to swim, blocking it all out until-- THUMP. A bit of force applied to his stomach. His swimming stops dead and he looks down, only to see a trident sticking out of him. Well, the prongs are stuck in a maze of padding, between the leather of the backpack itself and the tons of Zadom inside to block the blow. Physically, he's fine.
Were he a savvy melee fighter, Hunk would take advantage of this. He is not, so instead he drops the knife from his mouth and shouts with offense and snatches his knife before it can sink. Its arms are trying to remove that trident to take another stab, but there are so many corpses in that bag. ]
Out of everywhere for your little fork, you had to stab there?!
[ In his indignation, Hunk grabs the shaft of the trident and holds it there, putting that Sahuagin in a very awkward position. ]
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[ At least this time Hunk can't shout and cry anymore, because he's still got his knife gripped in his teeth. He flinches as the shot rings out, glancing behind him just in time to see one of the Sahuagin drop, and... for a few bits of brain matter to splatter his leg. At least he's in an ocean! But so are the enemies. One has the presence of mind to dive, out of sight and out of the crossfire, while the other launches a water gun straight towards Naoto in an effort to avenge its fellow as it begins to circle around the swimmer like a shark.
Hunk, on the other hand, continues to swim, blocking it all out until-- THUMP. A bit of force applied to his stomach. His swimming stops dead and he looks down, only to see a trident sticking out of him. Well, the prongs are stuck in a maze of padding, between the leather of the backpack itself and the tons of Zadom inside to block the blow. Physically, he's fine.
Were he a savvy melee fighter, Hunk would take advantage of this. He is not, so instead he drops the knife from his mouth and shouts with offense and snatches his knife before it can sink. Its arms are trying to remove that trident to take another stab, but there are so many corpses in that bag. ]
Out of everywhere for your little fork, you had to stab there?!
[ In his indignation, Hunk grabs the shaft of the trident and holds it there, putting that Sahuagin in a very awkward position. ]