To Utopia, Hell...

[RyderHakubi]

Ryda doesn't need much help herself, as she quickly teleports out of the way of a lunging wolf.

She reappears on the other side of the pack and fires off as many stun bullets as possible.

"Darx, I need to be airborne if I'm gonna load this thing with the good stuff!"

[Dexie Oblivion]

"Gnn, alright!"

He sheathes his sword and quickly swoops down, grabbing Ryda from behind.  He flaps his wings hard, trying to quickly rise away from the wolves.

[RyderHakubi]

As soon as Darx lifts her high enough to be out of the range of the wolves, Ryda closes her eyes.

"If I get a little hot, it's normal..."

And with that she holds her gun out at a 90 degree angle, it glowing an erethreal white as plasma slowly pours into the gun.

[Dracos]

The wolves circled them, separate and apart, but ready to leap should they land.

Dracos

[Dexie Oblivion]

"Gn...damnit....hurry girl, you're slipping! I can't hold on much longer!"

[RyderHakubi]

"I'm hurrying... this shit takes time birdbrain."

The Firestorm pulses 3 times with it's white glow.

"OK... I'm loaded, give me a plan."

[Dexie Oblivion]

"Plan? Why do you need that? Just blast the damn things!"

[RyderHakubi]

"Whatever..."

Ryda then grins and teleports right out of Darx's grasp...

... and she reappears on the ground behind the wolves and fires off a bullet right at one of the wolves' heads.  The kickback sends her flying backwards like usual though...

[Dexie Oblivion]

Darx just floats there, watching.

"Idiot..."

[Dracos]

Into a pair of other wolves who quickly clawed at her, tearing painfully into her skin.

Dracos

[Dracos]

"Indeed!" The old man sat down, the group circled around a table with fajitas at the moment.

Dracos

[Dexie Oblivion]

"Damnit!"

Darx swoops down, his blade lashing out at the wolves.

"Get off her, damnit!"

[Halbarad]

"Ahh, Mexican cuisine. It's been quite a long time since I've had the chance to sample this," Clyde replies with a smile. "Before the war, actually - commerce between Pennsylvania and the Southwestern regions was far from simple."

He seats himself at the table, looking up at Mei-ling. "Have you had an opportunity to sample many different cuisines yourself, young lady?"

[Carthrat]

"Mmm," replies Mei-Ling, nodding. "Eating a local special, I've found, is a little like.. gambling.

I'm sorry, I should have introduced myself," she adds, with a start. "I am Mei-Ling, and you are..."

[Halbarad]

Clyde doffs his hat to the young woman. "Professor Clyde Hornsby, at your service," he replies with a smile. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss Mei-Ling. I assume you're travelling with Jan?"