Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20190205035159/@comment-25924729-20190717073128

She could only groan and stare at the woman above her, arm outstretched, so close... but the artificial muscles in her leg were mangled too much already, Jett knew there was no way she would make it. Still... the hot breaths of the Grimm and twisted moans reminded her. She had to try...

Her jump was pathetic, even as her leg strained, synth muscle ripped, exposing gray and blue material beneath the layer of fake skin. She stumbled forward and made it about 4 feet up before starting to fall again... right into the waiting arms of the Apathy.

Swiftly, she gripped her weapon and flipped a switch. Bulldog's sword blade collapsed on itself with a whirring noise, exposing a trigger in the guard. She held it in a two handed reverse grip like a pistol, aimed for her new partner and fired.

Instead of a bullet, the entire grip of her sword launched like a harpoon, trailing a thin but durable wire which wrapped around he lady's outstretched arm, pulling taut. She was afraid for a moment they would both be dragged back into the hole, but somehow they held on, and Jett began reeling herself up towards safety...

Like a fish dragged to shore, she flopped on the cracked concrete panting in pain and exhaustion. Why was this woman helping her...? She was clearly slowing the pair down

She wanted to just lie down and rest, but below, the Grimm massed, beginning to form a little mound with rubble and their own bodies, climbing over each other to reach their prey above. The closest stratched out their hands, teeth clicking at the air in an attempt to grab and tear the pair.

Grunting a bit, Jett dragged herself back up and began limping after the woman again. Safety was just ahead, past the broken outer wall of the facility. Hope welled up in her seeing the soft moonlight that beamed through the hole, sillhouetting a little boat, and smaller flashes of light.... -OH SHIT!!

She hit the deck, bullets sailing just over her head as some madman on deck opened fire. Unlucky Grimm squealed and howled in pain behind her. Even under fire, she bellycrawled under the barrage, desperate to get to the boat, and praying that whoever was shooting had good enough aim NOT to hit them by mistake.