A Bit Chilly (Arby, Goody & Fac Closed RP)

[Arbiter124]

Hunter Knight was a fully restrained hostage to his own shock. His mind ran laps at lightspeed to wrap his active consience of the impending reality. He saw nothing but grey distortion in front of him, which was actually below him. He dared not close his eyes though and let the dark tendrils smother him further. He was paralyzed in body and in mind, his broken carcass only carried along by his tiring partner.

Samson continued to meet Hunter in this psychological challenge of will. He felt his gratitude for such action, but the logical anxiety that pressured his mind told him to speak out to drop him. That Sam probably couldn't make it at full tilt on his own, never mind carrying double the weight he currently was burdened by. He was too weak for speech, though. It took everything he had left to keep the blood in his mouth from pouring out everywhere. He knew he probably should be spitting it out, but he feared for how much he would see exit his mouth.

The ODST glanced up for one moment to see a Shark, not five feet behind them in chase. Blood seeping from his side.

[BasedGoody]

Pvt Samson Schwarz
Probably gonna die soon

Samson heard an angered roar as he spun around to find the Elite bearing down on them. It was injured, with a gaping bullet wound gushing blood from it's side. Clearly the beast wasn't at full combat capability, yet would still be more than enough to murder the two UNSC soldiers in literal cold blood. 

"Oh f-fuck m-m-me..." Sam shivered out of his cold, bloody, and swollen lips. The Elite responded with a growling guttural noise, spitting up blood close enough to get on the Marine's boots. Samson pulled out his sidearm, loosing his grip on Hunter to only one hand around his legs, using his other hand to let off a series of small-arms rounds in the Elite's direction. His frozen fingertips caused him to miss most of the shots, but two landed in the alien's torso. With it's shields already down due to it's prior injury, it stumbled backwards and let out a scream. However it was undeterred, boosting forward off the ice and charging towards the two humans.

"God d-dammit!" it was the first time the marine had ever used his lord's name in vain, as he slipped on the ice and sent both him and Hunter onto their backs with a large thud. The Elite, unprepared for the human's change in stance, tripped over their bodies in it's damaged and foggy state. It's heavy body cracked the ice on impact, splitting the surface and revealing the pitch black water below. The alien slipped below the liquid, disappearing completely as parts of it's body were submerged while it thrashed about.

[Arbiter124]

For hours now hell had broken loose across these icy miles around Hunter Knight, but it was in these moments that he truly felt the weight of what he had gone through. He wailed upon contact with the cold ground, bouncing once before slumping to a broken, bloody pile next to Samson. In the next second he felt a foot hit him with incredible force in his ribs. He spat all the blood he has fought to keep inside out and onto the ice. The Sharks tremendous hoof caught latch of Hunter's side, and when it fell face first over him the battered ODST was heaved up with him. He rolled over Samson's back and landed flat on his face on his friend's opposite side. 

CRACK!

He was eternally grateful when the Shark took a dip into the icy tomb. That relief was quickly swept away by the horrific pain shooting from his leg but really covering the entire area of his being. He could not longer speak, he was too sore and the ice water and spilled blood on his exposed face had frozen him shut. All he could do was shiver like a phone getting a call but at point-one percent battery. He figured that he must've looked pretty pathetic to look at in this moment. Never before did he want to die.

For what felt like an entire lifetime he lay face down in the ice beside his friend. No longer able to move, let alone defend himself. He found that even when the family that he had been trying to save moments ago came back into his mind, he was unable to conjure the emotional strength to form a feeling about it. He just laid there. Blood seeped from his mouth and nose like a waterfall.

Was he alive?

He could not move.

[BasedGoody]

Pvt Samson Schwarz
Shockingly, still alive

"Come on Hunter, w-w-we're s-so close," Samson was barely able to get the words out of his mouth as he holstered his sidearm. His arms shook so badly that he missed a few times trying to latch the pistol into place. Standing up was an arduous task for him. The private hadn't been worked this hard in his entire life, and his muscles ached for rest. His lungs felt like they were about to explode, pierced with each freezing breath he took. Slowly, he turned his head towards the tree-line. 

We're actually kind of close, huh. Can we make it?

Samson would've smiled at his own naïveté and optimism, but his lips had already re-cracked from speaking earlier. They stung so badly he didn't even want to open his mouth to breath. The blood dripped down again, marking a path down his chin. Sam refrained from wiping his mouth, as the sharp edges of the snow-covered uniform would do more harm than good. 

Hunter was not in good shape. In fact, though Samson was no doctor, it appeared to him that he may be dying. The shock trooper had lost an extraordinary amount of blood, and didn't appear to be in a state to move. None of these facts deterred the marine, who grabbed the back of his friend's armor and pulled him along the ice. Behind him, the trail of blood resembled that of someone who had lost a limb.

"Ah," was all Sam could get out. He had tried to curse, but nothing came out. The farm boy laid Hunter down again and approached his leg, which oozed black onto the ice. As quickly as he could, the marine removed his scarf and wrapped it around his friend's lower thigh, above the injury. He formed it into a knot and grabbed both ends, pausing momentarily.

"T-this is probably going to h-hurt. I-if you still c-can feel anything," he muttered, not waiting for a response before pulling each end of the scarf as tight as he could, creating a tourniquet. It would stop the bleeding, and slightly increase their chances of survival. Again, Sam got to his feet and grabbed Hunter's armor, pulling him behind as he walked towards the tree line. 

He stumbled every other step, barely able to walk given the numbness in his toes. 

We're close.