Elle's not carrying any weapons, but her hands are crackling before she steps through the door. It's simple, apparently: Anyone she didn't come here with is fair game. And they're all zombies – which don't look much like Tom's cardboard cutouts, and but a lot like fucked up humans. Except slower.
And they don't fly, or do much of anything else.
None of this bothers Elle. She doesn't waste any time in sending a thick, blue electrical charge that leaves a rather tall, gangly one charred beyond recognition before it has time to make much noise.
Now that it's down, that she's seen what it takes, well – she won't be quite as quick about it.
She moves sideways, with her back to the wall, as two more approach from the right – one looks like an old man, wearing something tattered and bloodstained, though Elle recognizes the clerical collar. Her left hand opens to toss a small, bright blue sphere of electricity toward him; it's not even enough to shock him, but more than enough to set his shirt on fire.
The zombie screeches and stumbles into the short, balding man behind it, making Elle grin before she uses both hands to send the electricity toward their heads to leave them nothing more thank hunks than burnt up flesh and charred bone. Her eyes linger on them long enough for another to get close enough to latch a hand on her ponytail – Elle spins to grab the zombie's arm, her hand sparking with the amps to burn straight through its skin. It's a skinny woman in a red tank top that recoils momentarily before Elle reaches toward the thick metal chain of a necklace around its neck and pulls.
Hard. The woman's distracted by clawing at the high voltage chain as it burns into her neck as Elle lifts her hand to incinerate her face. This time she isn't slow about letting the woman drop and choosing another.
There's not a lot left – the lawn is mostly covered with variously splattered and burnt corpses. After a quick scan, she hits a middle-aged woman in the back with a thin bolt of electricity that slices through the air like lightning. It's bright white, enough to bring the woman down without killing her. The woman's yell is brief, and she immediately tries to pull herself up again. So Elle throws another handful of electricity toward her.
The zombie's not incinerated until the fourth throw. Elle's face is blank when she lowers her hand.
But she smiles, and almost skips more than steps as she walks away.
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Date: 2008-05-04 05:40 am (UTC)And they don't fly, or do much of anything else.
None of this bothers Elle. She doesn't waste any time in sending a thick, blue electrical charge that leaves a rather tall, gangly one charred beyond recognition before it has time to make much noise.
Now that it's down, that she's seen what it takes, well – she won't be quite as quick about it.
She moves sideways, with her back to the wall, as two more approach from the right – one looks like an old man, wearing something tattered and bloodstained, though Elle recognizes the clerical collar. Her left hand opens to toss a small, bright blue sphere of electricity toward him; it's not even enough to shock him, but more than enough to set his shirt on fire.
The zombie screeches and stumbles into the short, balding man behind it, making Elle grin before she uses both hands to send the electricity toward their heads to leave them nothing more thank hunks than burnt up flesh and charred bone. Her eyes linger on them long enough for another to get close enough to latch a hand on her ponytail – Elle spins to grab the zombie's arm, her hand sparking with the amps to burn straight through its skin. It's a skinny woman in a red tank top that recoils momentarily before Elle reaches toward the thick metal chain of a necklace around its neck and pulls.
Hard. The woman's distracted by clawing at the high voltage chain as it burns into her neck as Elle lifts her hand to incinerate her face. This time she isn't slow about letting the woman drop and choosing another.
There's not a lot left – the lawn is mostly covered with variously splattered and burnt corpses. After a quick scan, she hits a middle-aged woman in the back with a thin bolt of electricity that slices through the air like lightning. It's bright white, enough to bring the woman down without killing her. The woman's yell is brief, and she immediately tries to pull herself up again. So Elle throws another handful of electricity toward her.
The zombie's not incinerated until the fourth throw. Elle's face is blank when she lowers her hand.
But she smiles, and almost skips more than steps as she walks away.