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Gossard groaned as he lifted himself off the ground, blood dribbling past his lips, staining the ground as he wiped the access blood from his chin, squinting in pain. Then heard chuckling from behind him, looking over his shoulder and saw Doc sitting there, his Marauder behind him, glass shattered, a long deep gash in his left forearm.
"The hell is so funny?" Gossard growled, it was then he heard a groan from underneath him. A female groan. Looking down, his eyes widening as he saw what or more like who he was sitting on. Dizzy blinked and pushed herself up, until her and Gossard's faces were inches apart, their eyes widening as Doc chuckled again. Pushing off of her Dizzy, gave herself a once over. Nothing too major, a small cut on her left cheek that had long stopped bleeding. Then looked down, eyes on her chest, then back up at Gossard expectantly. Confused Gossard looked down and began to blush profusely at where his hand was, resting on her chest, over her right breast. Pulling his hand away quickly before pulling her up, thankful she had been wearing that armour but still.
"You okay?"
Nodding Dizzy looked around, becoming frantic. "The others!" Doc raised his hands, trying to calm her down as Dizzy took a couple of deep breaths. "There's no sign of Rico or any of the others, this doesn't necessarily mean their dead, for all we know we could be separated from the rest." Doc said reasonably. Nodding again Dizzy closed her eyes, and then looked to Gossard, who was looking toward the Ocean. As if searching for any of the others. Narrowing his eyes Gossard spotted something on the edge of the beach, Morita raised as he inched closer and closer, jumping slightly as the figure shifted, groaning slightly before sitting up. Gossard sighed and lowered his Morita, when she realized who it was. Higgins soaking wet and covered in seaweed but still Higgins none the less, who groaned in dismay as held a broken and unusable camera.
"You alright kid?" Gossard asked, walking up to him and knelt down before the reporter, who had unholstered his own rifle, a bit startled by Gossard's sudden approach. Relaxing when he saw who it was. "Take it easy kiddo, anyway are you alright?" Gossard asked.
"Yeah, I think so," he muttered, then winced as he tried moving his inched shoulder, a thick streamer of blood continued to dribble down his arm, the Bug leg gleamed dully in the moon light, and it had pierced right through his shoulder. Probably hurt like a bitch but to everyone's surprise the kid was handling things pretty well. Grasping Gossard's arm with his uninjured arm, Higgins pulled himself up with little difficulty, it was then the noticed the large gash in his right side, bleeding profusely.
"Man, you're just getting hurt a lot today aren't you?" Dizzy said. Mumbling something to him self before nodding. As Doc walked over to him.
"Here let bandage those up for you." He said, kneeling in front of the kid, who merely nodded. Sitting back down Dizzy raised her Morita, eyes narrowed as she eyed the pile of rubble in front of her, as a few small pebbles came tumbling down. Followed by a loud hissing, looking up just in time to see a Warrior lung at her, both tumbling to the ground. Screeching the Warrior bug got to its feet, as Dizzy rolled into a crouching position, Morita raised, when something smashed into her from behind, knocking the rifle out of her hands. Groaning Dizzy pushed herself up onto her elbows, as another Warrior came into view. Destroying her rifle between its jaws as it did so. Looking down at the destroyed weapon in dismay, before reaching for her pistol, her jaws dropping, it was gone it wasn't there, either she had lost it in the fall or had forgotten it all together.
Hissing the second Warrior Bug drove its right leg through her shoulder, retching a scream from Dizzy. Clenching her teeth Dizzy closed her eyes as pain radiated from the wound. The Warrior hissed as if pleased at what it had done, and then yanked its leg out of the ragged hole it had created, blood pooling underneath her. Clamping a hand over the profusely bleeding wound, Dizzy rolled over until she was lying on her back. Then the first one drove its leg through her left knee, retching another scream from Dizzy, pain radiating up and down her leg. Tears streamed down her face, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip, blood dribbling down her chin, her back arched, body tense, when the sound of gunfire reached her ears. Opening her tired eyes, Dizzy could only make out the large blurry figure approaching, before she blacked out, headed tilted to one side.
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Gossard gasped as he ran to Dizzy's side and gently lifted her up, blood dripping from her wounds, blooding standing vividly against her skin. Doc and Higgins close behind. Stepping over the Bug bodies to get to Gossard, who was trying in vain to get Dizzy to wake up.
"Let me see her." Doc ordered, taking Dizzy from him and putting her down on the ground. "Looks like everyone is getting hurt today." He said more to himself than to the others, when there was a howl from above; looking up the three of them saw Warrior Bugs looking down at them from the remains of the mountains. Lots of them. "We gotta move her! Now!" Gossard shouted, Morita raised, Higgins following his action. Picking up Dizzy Doc ran much as he hated to do it but with Dizzy in his arms that left him vulnerable, her blood staining his arms as he shifted her into a more comfortable position as he sped past another pile of rocks, the sound of screeching and gunfire filled his ears, hoping to hell the two of them could handle themselves without him and his Marauder.
Taking refugee behind a tree, laying Dizzy down at his feet he worked on patching her up, but she would need to be in the tank for a few days or so. "There you go kiddo all patched up." He smiled, Admiring his work. Suddenly he heard a pained scream from behind him and spun around, just in time to see a Warrior Bug trap Gossard in its jaws. Raising his own rifle Doc opened fire, causing the Bug to drop Gossard and charge at him, howling in anger as Gossard pushed himself into a sitting position, watching the bug crumble at his feet Doc looked up and couldn't help but smirk.
"Jeez, Goss you think you could finish a mission without getting hurt?" Doc said good naturedly. Sneering Gossard didn't say anything, Doc was right he did have the tendency to get hurt a lot on the battle field, a habit he had yet to break, but hey it could've been worst.
Yep the way I see it some way, some how Goss is always getting hurt don't you guys agree with me?