Survival Of The Fittest

OOC: Still in the lighthouse spying on us, I think.
IC: "I'll watch the back entrance while you make the Molotovs, alright?"

sounds good to me.
uriel ran as quickly as he could towards the kitchen,
where he found half a dozen empty wine bottles.
someone ended the last battle royale with a party, uriel thought.
then he ran up the stairs, until he reached the top.
filling the bottles took less than a minute, and when they where all
filled, uriel climbed down the stairs.
' fatigue rears it's ugly head ' .
sweat dripped from his head when entered the main hall again.

finally, uriel thought.
he placed the bottles on the floor and started to take his jacket off.
then he wripped his shirt of and started to make little rags of it.

"Good, you found the materials. Nothing happened here, it's almost like they're waiting."

more time for us to plan this.
and more time for us to make some sort of shelter.
we could seal the entrance to the main hall with a table.

"We could do that. But they seem to be huddled in front of that broken window. One Molotov there would kill all three, or at least hurt them."

to risky, we can't see if we hit them or not.
let us walk up the stairs instead and trow the molotovs out one of the windows there.
we can hardly miss from there.

Jacob nodded in agreement and headed to the stairs.
"Meet me up there once the Molotovs are finished."

Outside the lighthouse, the three boys were simply standing, not making any movements. To Adam, this seemed to be, well - stupid. Adam decided that if fighting was what they would have to do, then he would try and do it as smartly as possible. Looking at Hawley, he pointed the barrel of his gun upwards, and then moved his finger in a circle around it, an indication that he felt they should circle the lighthouse.

Mentally, he checked himself. This could be the last time he actually felt good, uninjured. Sighing, he shook his head.

Man, this fucking blows. I'd rather be at home, listening to a decent CD or something...

With that, he began to make his way around the lighthouse, slowly but surely.

"Good idea," Alan said, "you guys circle the area to see if they try to escape. I'll stay and monitor things here."

Ready when you are, uriel replied.
the witch hunter followed his allie up the stairs, not noticing that their
targets where surrounding them.

Hawley blinked, but nodded at both Adam's idea and at Alan's words slowly starting to move along the other side of the lighthouse. Personally, like it mattered, he didn't like this at all...

Every since knife-boy had popped out of the window cutting Alan, and then dissapered and hadn't reappered. It just his mind racing with one to many thoughts of what the hell could be happening inside the lighthouse.

"Should've stayed at the bloody clinic..."

As Jacob looked down from the higher levels of the lighthouse, he saw that the three had split up. Now he'd need three Molotovs to finishe the job. Silently taking one Molotov from Uriel, Jacob chose Hawley as his first target. He lit the rag of the Molotov and hurled it out the window at Hawley.

Hawley paused in his steps for a moment glancing forward at toward the edge of the cliff that lay some feet ahead, taking a look back over his shoulder at where he had came from wondering lightly if it was the best idea to have left the wounded Alan on his own.

But thoughts where thrown to the side as a loud sound filled his mind, the explosion of fire sent him falling back against the ground. The shotgun thrown from his hands and falling to the ground an arm's reach away.

His head hurting from where he had landed, he slowly sat up rubbing the spot hardly taking note of the fire that had caught his under-shirt's sleeve ablaze till he felt the flames licking at the skin under there.

Using his other hand, he quickly beaten out the flames sighing a more than happy relief that his arm hadn't been charred in any way. Moving quickly, he reached out grasping his weapon and moving back onto his feet. "I knew I should have stayed at the fucking clinic." He hissed, before moving quickly back the way he came around the lighthouse.

Uriel placed the rest of the molotovs on the ground, and looked around.
the room they where in was probably used as a bedroom,
and when he looked at a small table, he got an idea.
he picked it up and placed it outside the room, in front of the steps.

Cursing to himself, Jacob fired another Molotov at Hawley, making it land just ahead of him so it would hit where he was going, and not where he was while moving.