Setting: The Grand Room
Time: Night 003, soon after zombie happenings.
Summary: Zombies. Battle. Pure fucking awesomeness.
Warnings: Psycho! Rayne is there. ZOMBIES!
This. This is what she had been waiting for. Training and resting, and healing, and checking her weapons throughout the day had paid off in ways she had never thought they would. Her blades were as sharp as ever, and the many knives moved from her thighs to sheaths that tucked into the waistband of her pants, her gun tucked into the small of her back as a last resort. Her dress had even changed, cut up and resewed into pants and a corset. But then again, Rayne had changed. Why shouldn't everything else?
Sure, that damn collar was still there, but she wasn't going to let it - Or /her./ - bother her right now. Right now was too important. Right now was too /fun./ More than a few scrapes and bruises covering her arms, the dhampir gave a dark laugh as her leg snapped up to plant a boot on the nearest zombie's chest, kicking it back to fall into a few others, giving her time to slice at the others around her; Cutting off heads, arms, legs. She was surrounded, but holding her ground, and fuck all if she wasn't loving this.
Crouching low for a short moment to jump up and kick herself backwards off of one of the undead attackers, she flipped over the smallest line of one, doing her best to regain larger ground. A grin slashed across her face as she landed, before she leaned back, looking every bit like a wolf about to howl at the moon. A howl, didn't emerge, however. Only a gleeful, banshee scream of a battle cry.
Now /this/ was fun.