The Wild Hunt - Retreat

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Still fleeing the ferals, help comes from a most unexpected quarter.



The fire had done little to delay the ferals as they fell back through the concrete passage. They just simply had been outmatched despite all of their combined power. As they fell back, the ferals emerged from the flames, bearing down on them. Kane fell back against the wall, shoulder to shoulder with Logan, bracing for the impact.

"Well, it was nice knowin' ya." Logan wasn't sure how they were gonna survive this but they sure as hell wouldn't be going down without a fight. They had to at least buy the rest of the group more time. The harsh flicker of fire seemed to outline the ferals as they flew towards them. Claws at the ready and nothing but determination and will. One way or another something had to give.

“Shut up,” North grunted in German, rotating his sore shoulder slightly as he lurched to his feet, an empty cartridge clattering to the ground. “You are not going to die. Not unless you lie there languishing on your fat arse.”

The ferals seemed to disagree, but what the hell. He was the precog around here. “Get up, soldier. Time to run.”

"A few more minutes." Kane said dully, squaring up as the two ferals closed on them. They'd hit them, set them on fire and blown them up, and neither one looked like their hair was so much as mussed. He braced for impact, thinking that he might be able to use their momentum to crack one's skull against the concrete. But before they could reach them, a huge figure brushed past them and slammed into the pair like a runaway semi. Kane staggered back, recognizing the man from the attack in Madripoor; Ajax. One of the Weapon-X team under Deathstrike. Three more came down the tunnel, focused on the ferals inside of them. Oyama's gaze swept over them briefly before turning back to the ferals.

"We have work to finish here. If you feel like staying, we can finish you off after," she said coldly. Kane motioned to the opposite end.

"C'mon. Let's go."

North was already ahead of him, the precog having obviously had a headstart on them in terms of knowledge of Deathstrike and Co’s arrival. He did not even blink as a blurred figure leapt over his head and hurled itself into the fray, only reached back to haul Kane forward as the other two men caught up with him.

"Long past time we got outta Dodge." Logan didn't have to be told twice as he moved away from the ferals. He was more than happy to leave this shit storm to Deathstrike and her group. Why they were here and how they knew how to combat the ferals he'd love to know but now was not the time or place. They could find their answers when their asses were someplace safe.




The group manages to escape the tunnel while their "rescuers" turn on the ferals.



"Jesus." Kane breathed out as he watched Oyama's group battle the ferals. They had come prepared, with sonic emitters to hammer their enhanced senses and audio chaff to distract them. The heavy armor of Ajax was particularly effective against their claws as they began to hammer the ferals, trying to overwhelm their astonishing healing factors. He leaned heavily on North as they staggered out of the concrete tunnel and into the open air.

"Word." Kyle offered, coming out of a shadowed area and into the light. "This shit is fucked up." He was still limping and raw looking, but not nearly as badly as he had been - his healing factor had obviously had time to kick in. "Everything is fucked."

Shuffling behind Kyle, his gimpy healing factor obviously not having kicked in quite so awesomely, Wade tipped his chin toward the younger man and muttered, "What he said. Also, only some of this crap that I'm covered in is mine. Cornelius bled like a stuck pig and some of this isn't blood - I fucking hate intestinal wounds."

Ever the man with few words, North’s only contribution to their conversation was a monosyllabic grunt as he fought to keep both Kane and himself upright. The only reason he was not outright dead was because he happened to have been surrounded by persons better able to tank the damage being dished out. Even then, he was bruised all over with claw marks down his side. He was also fairly sure the dampness on his head was blood.

"When isn't shit with the program fucked up? How 'bout we get our asses out of here before we get stuck in the middle again?" Logan was liberally splashed in blood with the majority of it being his own though the majority of his wounds had healed compeletely or were getting there. His eyes were fixed on the raging battle. Why the hell were Deathstrike's group here and how in the hell did they come prepared? He took quick stock of the group and came up a body short. "Where is the doc anyway?"

Kane took a look at his comm. "I can't tell how far away the Blackbird is." Behind them, the battle was coming to an end. The female feral had all four limbs torn from her body and Slayback was in the process of sawing through her neck while Washout directed a stream of fire into her writhing torso.

Following the comm signals from the Blackbird since she would be more of a liability in this sort of battle than an asset, Blink teleported down a few meters in front of them, "You guys need baths," she commented, wrinkling her nose at the violence behind them, "And probably a ton of antiseptic. Who's first?" None of them were so badly injured that she couldn't treat them on the plane, but she couldn't teleport them all simultaneously either.

"North, you're up first." He was the only one without a healing factor and had been hurt. Behind them, the battle continued to rage, as Romulus tore heavily into the Weapon-X team. But his damage and speed were muted from their countermeasures, and Kane couldn't guess just how long they had. "Let's move, quick."

Moving to North, Blink 'ported him out first before turning to Dominion, "You're next big guy," she joked. It was good getting the boys home safely.