cross_grave
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Re: Calgary, Alberta - Canada
Przemek winced as he turned, breaking into a sprint as he clutched the woman in his hands. He had no problems lifting her and running at the same time - even at full speed, which he was doing right now. No, the problem was something else - namely, the gas. His resistance to poisons came from the fact that his ability to resist and regenerate damage was enhanced to a truly ridiculous degree - he once had his left arm torn off, and it simply grew back! Sure, it took a while, but he accomplished something that the medical staff considered to be nigh impossible. And while this meant that such a short exposure to the gas didn't knock him out, he still felt pain as his tissue made contact with the toxin. The rational part of him was close to being overwhelmed, but the animalistic side of his nature provided some instincts to rely on.
Cells died and were replaced at a very fast rate as the ghoul completed his rescue manouver and dashed to the exit, his instincts for once hitting "flight" rather than "fight". That blade missed him, but it moved far too close to him, and with all that gas, he probably wouldn't dodge the second strike. Hurting all over, he ran as fast as he could, the pain disappearing after he left the affected area. His mind, at first reeling from the pain, was now getting back into working order, Przemek's mental strenght returning nearly as fast as physical. He quickly realized that he'd have to find a place to dump the woman and face the bug. Sealing or stalling it until help - or big guns - arrived would probably be the best, his human side told him. The ghoul inside him, however, was shrieking in rage. He raged at the bug, the gas, the helpless girl that was being a pain in the ass at the moment. But mostly, he just raged.
Przemek winced as he turned, breaking into a sprint as he clutched the woman in his hands. He had no problems lifting her and running at the same time - even at full speed, which he was doing right now. No, the problem was something else - namely, the gas. His resistance to poisons came from the fact that his ability to resist and regenerate damage was enhanced to a truly ridiculous degree - he once had his left arm torn off, and it simply grew back! Sure, it took a while, but he accomplished something that the medical staff considered to be nigh impossible. And while this meant that such a short exposure to the gas didn't knock him out, he still felt pain as his tissue made contact with the toxin. The rational part of him was close to being overwhelmed, but the animalistic side of his nature provided some instincts to rely on.
Cells died and were replaced at a very fast rate as the ghoul completed his rescue manouver and dashed to the exit, his instincts for once hitting "flight" rather than "fight". That blade missed him, but it moved far too close to him, and with all that gas, he probably wouldn't dodge the second strike. Hurting all over, he ran as fast as he could, the pain disappearing after he left the affected area. His mind, at first reeling from the pain, was now getting back into working order, Przemek's mental strenght returning nearly as fast as physical. He quickly realized that he'd have to find a place to dump the woman and face the bug. Sealing or stalling it until help - or big guns - arrived would probably be the best, his human side told him. The ghoul inside him, however, was shrieking in rage. He raged at the bug, the gas, the helpless girl that was being a pain in the ass at the moment. But mostly, he just raged.