[Holly Hock]

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[attr="class","RDcontainer"] [attr="class","RDcontent"] Wham[break] [break] Crash[break] [break] “Inside, inside!” The sound of the pushing and the rushing, as well as the sound of the screams and cries for help, were barely able to be heard over the nearby sound of gunshots and the distant sound of even more intense battle. Still, one voice was able to be heard well enough thanks to its shrill intensity as it barked orders towards the impromptu members of Rochdale’s militia. As people tried to rush into the somewhat reinforced building to find cover from the Grimm in the streets, it was the voice that gave orders. It was the voice that have tried to keep this particular band of defenders alive for the last few hours as they made their way from building to building, trying to find people who were undrugged enough to give a damn for their life and were able to flee away from the walls further into the town. Some were able to be persuaded with a minimal amount of time that they needed to get out or they would die. Others were too unresponsive to get them to cooperate in any sensible amount of time. Choices were made, guilt will come later. [break] [break] “Riffles! This place has a second store! Take position there and give us cover!” [break] [break] Multiple sets of footsteps rushed up the stairs of the building and soon the missing bangs from the symphony of violence returned again, shooting at the stray Beowolfs and Lancers that had penetrated into the town proper at this point in the siege. Well, calling it a slaughter was more to the point. The girl who had instructed the militia members to go upstairs was still at the front door herself, looking at mistake number ‘who-even-keeps-count’. The small girl was dragging a screaming and flailing body of a middle-aged man inside, his gut pierced just moments ago by the stinger of a Lancer. Was it his gut? Everything looked red on his coat now. Holly had tried to keep the oversized killer bug from coming closer, but as she lacked the range capabilities to fight it effectively, it didn’t go as planned. She had shielded off one attack intended for the very squishy survivors fleeing in terror. She didn’t manage to finish to job and kill it before it could come for a second attack run. She had thought that the drone would attack to the right of her. It came left. She didn’t manage to readjust in time. It was a split second decision, and Holly blew it. Any now she was dragging yet another body while her mind needed to be at three different tasks at once. She had made a list before that was now burned into her memory, ready to be used at a moment’s notice: [break] [break] 1. Direct the militia to keep them away from immediate danger, but still make use of their firearms. [break] [break] 2. Direct the unarmed civilians to a place where they were out of any harm at all. [break] [break] 3. Make sure that any wounded people that maybe still had a chance were taking care off. [break] [break] The cover fire that was now starting to be given was enough to keep any more immediate Lancer attacks at bay. Their position on the upper floor of the building meant that they had a good enough vantage point to shoot. Even if they were untrained and barely keeping it together, Holly had come to depend on her little squad to at least take out some of the Grimm every once in a while, or provide her with cover as she was engaging them. Still, Holly had prioritized getting people to safety over taking out Grimm. As such, Holly now turned her attention towards the people who she just managed to get inside. All while still dragging the wounded person nearly twice her weight further into the building. [break] [break] “The windows on the ground floor are barricaded! We are going to treat wounds now, people! Someone help me with getting this man on a table so that I can look at his wound. Whoever has the medical supplies, bring them to me! The rest of you, like we have done before! Check yourself and the person next to you if you see any wounds on them from the last move. Adrenaline can make you not feel the pain, but I need to know if I need to take a look at anything serious.” Holly had placed quite a lot of emphasis on making the best use of the extra manpower she had gained from saving people. While they weren’t good in a fight, at least they had a set of eyes that could look if people were wounded or if Grimm were coming from a certain direction. Now that most of them were undrugged enough, they could look out for each other to some extent. [break] [break] After Holly had help with getting the lancer victim on a table, she turned her attention to the most gravely injured person in the room. The riffles upstairs were still happily firing every other moment or so, but otherwise this place seemed safe enough to not be immediately swarmed. The stinger puncture went deep and while it wasn’t that obvious at first thanks to the jacket the man wore, on closer inspection it became clear that he was hit in his chest, not so much the gut. Maybe the stinger went clean through? The man had gone into shock from the loss of blood and the pain. His earlier erratic movement had become slower now, and his breathing turned shallower. He wasn’t even screaming anymore. Before Holly had her medical supplies at the ready, and had already become quite apparent what kind of case this was going to be. She had seen it plenty before on this night. She had become somewhat of an expert. Holly was now holding his hand as she brought her face closer to his. Holly looked into the man’s eyes, and he into hers. They looked for about a few seconds, seeming to communicate with glances. The man struggled to try and speak, but from the sheer trouble even getting a single word out before coughing up blood, Holly simply tried to close his mouth and give some bedside manner. Giving a smile to the man, she simply spoke softly as she kept holding his hand tightly. Her voice was hardly audible over the shots being fired upstairs and the sounds of battle outside. Still, only one person needed to hear it. And he was right here. “You will be all right! Just…just go to sleep and have a pleasant dream. All will be all right; you can rest now!” [break] [break] The man didn’t wake up again. [break] [break] -[break] [break] Holly didn’t even rightfully know who had offered her a cigarette as she blew smoke out of her mouth, coughing slightly because of her inadept technique. It felt weird, it felt gross like her mouth had burned from eating some hot garbage. She had never smoked before, but when someone offered her one to take the edge off, the girl didn’t object. If she was going to die, it didn’t matter much. At least she could say that she had done it once in her life. Not five minutes had passed since the person next to her had passed away. Lost too much blood, or his lungs were punctured, or maybe it was his heart? How many were it not? How many people had she tried to treat tonight but failed? 11? 12? Too many. [break] [break] Nobody else needed immediate medical attention. The guns upstairs were quiet. No Grimm threats in the vicinity of the building. Well, technically the whole city was facing a Grimm Threat, but nothing in the surrounding streets at the moment. A small reprieve in the fighting. Most likely for a few minutes at best. Maybe the Grimm were being directed by one of the other students to another place in town? Maybe a class of school children were screaming in fear at the other side of town, causing them all to swarm that way? Holly didn’t complain. As awful as it sounded, she needed this break. She had been at it for close to an hour to get this amount of people to this building. One of the fortified building that was their best bet at survival in this town till the airship arrived. [break] [break] Holly had taken about 30 people total and had led them to the fortified storehouse in the southern part of town. There were already some people inside, so there were around 50 people total on both floors. It was already a sturdy enough stone building before the students had made sure to barricade the ground floor windows and the main door. The interior of the building was very minimalistic, the downstairs area mainly surprising of a singular large room in which good were stored, and the upper floor being used as a residence. It was mostly likely used to keep goods that were intended for trade or such, as there were still quite a lot of empty crates and containers scattered around. Most of its contents were already used during the siege of Grimm, so there wasn’t much of note save for things that couldn’t be eaten. [break] [break] Well, better alert the others. [break] [break] Holly took another puff from her cigarette before she took out her scroll to write a message. [break] [break] 02:52 Holly: “In Storehouse with survivors. I am fine. The stone building in the centre that we reinforced. It reads storehouse on the sign. We can fit more people in here. There are around 40 people here, we can fit double that. If you have survivors, bring them here.” [break] [break] Placing the device away in her pocket, Holly noticed something that she hadn’t done before. Well, maybe she just didn’t actively acknowledge it…It was hard to miss. [break] [break] [break] [break] Holly’s once white outfit was more red than white at the moment. Her sleeves had it the worse. Blood… Not hers at least. Not that she thought it was. Nah, she wasn’t wounded. It was blood…from all those people. Of those who she saved with whatever medical supplies she still had in her dwindling inventory. Of those who she failed to save because she didn’t have the time, resources, or plain knowledge to treat them. Of those who were already so far gone that the best doctor in Remnant couldn’t keep them from passing on. Of those who were already a bloody mess when she got there. Was it grossing her out? Yeah. Was it upsetting her? Yeah. Did she had the mental strength to freak out about it? Not really. Maybe a few hours ago. Maybe last week. Today, at this moment in time? [break] [break] Holly just took another puff of her cigarette. [break] [break] It was starting to grow on her.

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[attr="class","RDnotes"] Semblance: E, Slicer: F, Survival: F, Gardening: F, Scroll-usage: F, Martial Arts: F, Healing: E, Acrobatics: F, Stamina: F

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[Colton Deraine]

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Bravery is believing in yourself, and that's one thing nobody can teach you.

All of the initial anger and resentment and fear had died down by this point.

It was practically impossible to be on that sort of emotional high for too long under the emotion dampeners, which Colton was very happy that he had. Frankly, he couldn’t remember the last time he was forced to fight for such a long period of time. There were breaks, sure, but never enough to ever relax and certainly not enough to do anything except for quick, fifteen minute naps to regain energy. One skill that he had already picked up was the ability to nap almost anywhere, which was honestly pretty vital to being a huntsman in general. As soon as they won some of the more tiring fights, Colton would just post up against the ruins of one broken down building or other and just nap it out until the sounds of another attack woke him up.

His role was pretty clear from the start, in the absence of any ability to actually make anything better on a macro level. The role of the former champion was to be a one man wrecking crew over his entire district, a consistent but moderate force to be all but omnipresent in the theatre while his two… nominal allies came and went as their small gas tanks and aura bars allowed them to. By rarely using his semblance and relying on his martial skill alone he was able to stay on the field for much longer, using a fighting style well outside of the norm he exhibited in Haven. Those fights were generally shorter and against much less numerous opponents, so he was able to trade aura for a faster fight, but here it was either doing things the hard way or losing ground even faster than they already were.

Simply put, the western wall was absolute shit at holding ground. Their militia died very early due to being caught in that awful initial period of either being too drugged to respond stage or in the body starting to suffer withdrawals stage… which was equally useless in a fight. Nobody had the capacity to really defend them, so they died. The only way they held ground, frankly, was if Colton went out there and just corralled a ton of Grimm and slowly whittled them down while keeping the amount that went past him to a minimum. It wasn’t nice, and it certainly wasn’t exactly efficient, but it was the best he could really do under the circumstances.

The majority of the time it wasn’t even so bad. Despite massive numbers, the majority of lesser Grimm couldn’t really do much to him in terms of damage. They were annoying, sure, and slowed him down considerably and exhausted him… but they didn’t really hurt. Semblance was used really only for the stronger Grimm – the Death Stalkers, the Manticores, and the thankfully only one King Taijitsu that had come out thus far. The Manticores were largely Carmim’s problem, and Colton only stepped in when she was failing in order to conserve his own aura. The Death Stalkers were team efforts when he could afford it, but the King Taijitsu had come when the other two were away to get their auras recharged and to rest so he had to fight that damned thing alone.

That was the only time so far that his aura was actually broken, and he had to last another solid ten minutes after his aura was broken before he was actually relieved. The forearm section of his armor was noticeably cracked, and the breastplate was both cracked and punctured partially with two fang marks that would have killed him if it had struck flesh instead of metal. Smaller claw marks from the Ursai also dotted the once pristine equipment, but it could all be repaired later. The one bright side was that the filth that the Grimm heaped on him like their saliva and body parts dissipated away with the rest of them, so he wasn’t filthy with anything except dirt, ash, and his own sweat.

This entire mission, frankly, at least from the west side had been a catastrophic failure from the beginning. It was only due to the other groups that they were even still alive, for which Colton was very grateful. With the available ground shrinking so heavily, some of the militia from the interior could cover the perimeter while those who had been at the perimeter for hours finally got a break. In practice, this meant that the trainees were to be rotated to the interior to recharge aura, catch their breath, eat, piss, take naps, or do whatever they needed to do. On the western perimeter, Colton did this less than half as much as the other two and was very likely the one who came to the interior the least in general.

Seeing Holly’s message on his scroll as he was walking back, he managed to find a couple of drugged up villagers either hiding or physically under some of the rubble around them and managed to get them up and moving in the correct direction… largely by forcing them to. A good chunk of them were going through withdrawals at this point from the drug or at least beginning to, but some of them had drank enough of the laced water recently for them to be more or less stable even this far into things. His aura was at least mostly recovered at this point, and this was a good opportunity to try and get that last bit if he could. It had been a couple of hours since he had sharpened his sword, too, which was a weird thing to think about… but this fight was going on for so long that he had already felt compelled to sharpen it once after tearing into a Death Stalker.

Fucking insane, really, but all they really had to work with. They were pretty close now to making it to the end, really, with… an hour or so left if the clock on his scroll was right. The only trainee outside the building when Colton got close enough to let the villagers loose was Holly in blood soaked clothes smoking a cigarette. ”You know, I didn’t even bother to look at how much they were paying us for this.” he mentioned, unprompted, as he walked by and checked the interior of the building to see if he could find Jack. ”However much it was, I think I’m going to ask for double when I get back. Replacing all this shit is going to be such a pain.” It was meant as a joke more than anything, but he was so dead both physically and emotionally that it came out so monotone and almost bored sounding that he sounded like his homeroom teacher more than anything.

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[Holly Hock]

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[attr="class","RDcontainer"] [attr="class","RDcontent"] When the door was opened, Holly was almost immediately taken out of her nicotine-induced haze when she noticed that shapes had ran inside. Grimm don’t open doors, they break through them. Holly was 95% sure of that fact. When it became clear that it were people coming inside, Holly stood up quickly…which wasn’t a smart move as she immediately became dizzy because of it. Not eating something for an extended period of time, combined with not sleeping, combined with fighting for your life, combined with taking your first cigarette in a crisis situation…wasn’t a good combo. Holly grabbed the nearest solid object, the operating table she had just lost another patient on, and made sure that she was steady enough to not fall down. [break] [break] Looking at the people who just came in, Holly noticed that they did so walking on their own two legs, and that they didn’t seem to be screaming in agony. The pinkette simply called out the order of business. She sounded like a senior-doctor in a hospital on his first coffee break after a 4 hour long surgery, calling out the interns to get to work with some bozos who came into the clinic because they had a beer-induced coma. Unless they were on the point of dying, Holly needed a moment. “Marron, Trava! Could you take care of the new arrivals? I need a minute, but if they need direct medical attention just call for me!” [break] [break] Holly would not have actively registered Colton before he spoke. Her head to focused on the people that she needed to take care off, that she didn’t even noticed the Huntsman who had brought them inside. Noticing that she had found her balance again, Holly slowly walked over towards Colton as she offered the remaining part of her cigarette to him. What he had just said sounded weird to Holly’s ears at first, but when she understood that it must be an attempt at comedy, Holly humoured the person who could snap her in two. She sounded tired, but not exactly dead-inside. It was honestly more emotive than she would have been on a normal day in Haven. Whatever that meant anymore. [break] [break] “I am going to see if I can…”[break] [break] What would Holly do with money. It honestly didn’t matter much at this moment. Just say what you really want. [break] [break] “…I am going to see if I can buy a tractor. I always wanted on of those. Don’t think it will be enough, but maybe I can like…buy the tires?”[break] [break] If Colton would have taken the cigarette, Holly would be placing her hands in her pockets right about now. If he had refused the cigarette, or have returned it after a single puff, she would place the thing in her mouth again and inhale. [break] [break] Colton Deraine. Holly thought that he was some form of living legend. Untouchable. Could beat up the whole school if he wanted to, and as far as the Exhibition matches were concerned, he was able to do it. They would honestly be dead if it was not for him. Like a lighthouse. Or a bazooka. A bazooka firing from a lighthouse. While the lighthouse was angry and on fire.[break] [break] He honestly must be lonely.[break] [break] Holly was cracking her shoulders as she gave a passing glance at the recent refugees that had arrived. They seemed to be getting their inspection, and as Holly wasn’t called over, she allowed herself to have a moment with Colton. Standing next to him, Holly would just blurt out the following.[break] [break] “We don’t really talk much, and I don’t know how often you are asked this and how often you answer truthfully…”[break] [break] This felt awkward, and Holly almost never felt awkward with anything. She seemed to finish her sentence with some hesitation, as she lowered her eyes to the ground. [break] [break] “…but…but are you doing all right, considering the…well…everything? Can I help you with anything? Want something to eat, or drink? If you fall, we all suffer.” [break] [break] It felt weird offering Golden Boy Colton anything like that, but if he was falling down from hunger or something like that, they were all in for some serious hurt and a further massacre. Better ask the obvious and hope that he either said that he had eaten and drunk something, or that he wasn’t headstrong enough to refuse his body what he needed just because the runt of the group had offered help.

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[Wolfe]

XP Distribution:

Holly: 15 x 200% (event bonus) = 30

344 + 30 = 374

Colton: 11 x 200% (event bonus) = 22

Character NPC'd so XP goes to Wolfe account.

75 + 22 = 97