- Real Name
- Ashley Oldenburg
- Missions
- 649
- Ability
- Ability to instill self-doubt, turmoil and intimidation
Tyrant Lab
They were being hunted. And it was NOT a feeling Ashley was used to or LIKED.
"Hell yes we do. This is bullshit."
The finally came to a place that would work. Unfortunately, the things were too fast to be bottlenecked by the doorway as they would have hoped.
Ashley rolled her eyes. John was a good boss, and sexy as hell, but did he have to be such a boy scout?
"Infected my ass. I'm not afraid of any virus created by a human. Bring it ON."
Steel deflected the first two, but there was still another coming, having leapt through the air towards them. She stepped forward and raised her sword, but the thing lashed its TONGUE around the blade, retarding her movement. It crashed into her and then she was on the ground, the thing on top of her. She struggled with it, trying to free the sword. It finally retracted its tongue in a preamble to sinking its teeth into her, but as it did so she rolled left, flipping the sword up into the air at the same time.
"I like it on top, dickhead."
The sword came down point first and she grabbed hold of the pommel, thrusting the blade down into the Licker beneath her.
"Offensive enough for you?"
They were being hunted. And it was NOT a feeling Ashley was used to or LIKED.
Oracle said:"We need to find somewhere to make a stand."
"Hell yes we do. This is bullshit."
The finally came to a place that would work. Unfortunately, the things were too fast to be bottlenecked by the doorway as they would have hoped.
Steel said:“Stay behind me. I can't be infected.”
Ashley rolled her eyes. John was a good boss, and sexy as hell, but did he have to be such a boy scout?
"Infected my ass. I'm not afraid of any virus created by a human. Bring it ON."
Steel deflected the first two, but there was still another coming, having leapt through the air towards them. She stepped forward and raised her sword, but the thing lashed its TONGUE around the blade, retarding her movement. It crashed into her and then she was on the ground, the thing on top of her. She struggled with it, trying to free the sword. It finally retracted its tongue in a preamble to sinking its teeth into her, but as it did so she rolled left, flipping the sword up into the air at the same time.
"I like it on top, dickhead."
The sword came down point first and she grabbed hold of the pommel, thrusting the blade down into the Licker beneath her.
"Offensive enough for you?"