Escaping the Blind

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Violet blinked hard at the sight of what happened. "Oh... Uh. It's cool, I'll just use something to get it down." She thought about throwing something on top of the Blinder's head so it could crash back down to the ground, but quickly changed her mind, as she might need the furniture later. 

"Why not this?" Violet picked up her bat from the doorway while Molly looked wide-eyed from the sudden noises startling her. 

"What the hell was that!?" Molly said.

"Just a flyaway meatbag, no big deal." Violet waved her off. "But I don't think the bat will fit through the railing, so I can't crush its forehead. Guess I'll just smash its hands instead." She picked up her bat, moved to the side, and proceeded to hit the arm the Blinder was using to claw at her. She aimed for the elbow so it could make a clean break and render that arm useless.
 
"Just my luck. A blinder that can walk a bit faster."  Wayne, becoming increasingly irritated that he had to toss away his food. He stopped for a moment and slammed the dagger on its right side of the head, followed by kicking its leg to make it fall on the floor before grabbing the knife, still penetrated on its head, pulled it out and jammed it several times. Blood dripping from his ragged dagger, he turned around, seeing more Blinders. However, it seems that another person is dealing with them. However, he senses some hostility.

"What this man's problem? He's staring at me as if I'm a monster of some kind. I don't want a problem with a man with a machete... nothing good ever come out of them." Wayne thought to himself. "Nevermind that... I need to get the heck out of here and away from this mess." He turned around, heading towards the townhouses, though he can't help the feeling that things won't be easy now that man stared at him longer than it should and started to walk a bit faster.
 
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Is he a Blinder or not..? I can't take chances... Ezra instantly backed away from a Blinder rushing at him and slammed his machete on the base of his neck, instantly stopping it from moving.

"Boris, Blinder running to the townhouses!" The man called out while he slammed his machete gone to decapitate the paralyzed Blinder. He ducked from the attempted grab of the last Blinder and shoved it to the ground where he began to stab and hack away at the head.

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The Blinder clinging to the townhouse continue to hiss and gargle at the girls until Violet slammed the bat against its arm which caused it to let out a choking whail. Thanks to the chemical inside the body that rotted away most of the tissue, the Blinder fell down the balcony but the arm was left clinging to the railing. After a few moments the grip the severed arm has loosen up and gently slipped off with ease. The wounded Blinder paid no attention to its missing arm and stared up at the girls spitting out nonsense and reaching out to the girls with its remaining arm.

"Hiyah!" Boris tackled the distracted Blinder and slammed it against the walls of the townhouse which shook the interior slightly. "Wretched creature! Keep away from the people of this home!"

Grabbing the back of the Blinder's head he proceeded to slam it against the floor multiple times until it stopped moving and the head became mush in his hand. Disgusted, Boris cleaned his hand off and lifted his head when Ezra alerted him of an incoming threat. Wasting no time, he took a hold of the severed Blinder arm and blocked Wayne from going any further.

"One last Blinder to go! This one looks promising since it looks fresh!"
 
Wayne made an irritated noise when he gritted his teeth, his hand reach for the dagger in his backpack. He raise a brow, in confusion, that the man, who towers over him, seems to mistake him as a Blinder. 

"Blinder?" Wayne took several steps backward. "What nonsense are you sprouting on about? I ain't no Blinder!" Wayne took another step back, turning his head a bit to see if the other man [Erza] was not behind him. "Get it? Now get out of my way! Don't force my hands." He gripped onto the hilt of the dagger rather right, preparing to strike to any sudden movements.
 
Violet stayed to watch the show unfold from the relative safety of her balcony. "I thought this place would be empty of any people in it, but I guess not."

"He doesn't look like one to me if he can speak coherently. But he seems kinda... crazy." Molly said, staying at the doorway to the balcony.

"Maybe that's kept him alive this long. It ain't like being nice does much other than get you killed these days."

"Maybe so. We'll see who's more merciful about it."
 
"Vhat?" Boris stared at Wayne with a confused face before lowing his arm. "Ezra, he's no Blinder!"

The large man continued to watch Wayne carefully, not willing to lower his guard for a minute, fearing that Wayne might attack. However, now that Wayne was establish to not be a Blinder the duo had to make sure he wasn't a robber or anything worse. Boris kept himself in front of Wayne until Ezra rushed to the two after killing the final Blinder in the area, glaring down at Wayne, still suspicious.

"He's not a Blinder, Ezra." Boris chuckled. "But vhat should we do with him?"

Ezra remained silent and gripped his machete hard in case Wayne pulled off any moves. He turned his gaze up at the balcony to see Violet and Molly and called out to the girls.

"You," Ezra said sternly while pointing his machete at them which wasn't helping his cause. "Open the door. Now."

"Ezra, that is no vay to speak to a lady!" Boris grumbled. He jerked Ezra's machete away. "Don't vorry about him ladies! Ve mean no harm and ve only vish to seek shelter! Is good yah?"
 
"The hell is going on here?" Wayne thought to himself, still having his hand on the dagger. "Well? You're going to get out of my way, or concrete is going to have to bath in blood tonight?" Wayne stand his ground, as Erza is not making the the situation any better. He turned his head slightly, seeing that they were talking to two women. "This guy is nuts... threatening women?"
 
"And what will you do if I don't, big man? Threaten me some more while I'm up here and you're down there?" Violet stuck out her tongue at him childishly. "Why not let in the meatbags while I'm at it?"

"You. Hush." Molly said to her tersely before peering over the balcony out at them. For a few moments, she said nothing, and looked each of the men over with a gaze that was difficult to read. Sizing them up, none of them were particularly any less potentially dangerous without their weapons and they were as healthy as a human could be from their appearances other than natural burdens of age, so they would be at a disadvantage regardless. "Hmm. Quite the pickle we're in here..."

Molly turned her gaze towards Boris. "We could let you in, but you'd have to give us at least some assurance that you won't do anything to us. Since we've no preestablished semblance of trust, I've no choice but to let you in on a bartering system. You can stay here, but in exchange,  you either help provide some grub for dinner or you can assure we don't end up with unwanted guests. I doubt any of you are willing to tolerate any more of this horrid, soggy, swampy shithole for much longer."
 
"Vhat?" Boris stared blankly at Molly, being confused with her vocabulary. 

"She's saying we either give her food or protection from the Blinders...I think." Ezra scratched his head, already annoyed and confused at his situation. "Look, we caught some fish earlier, would that be enough for you to open the door?"

"Ah yes! Ve have food! I can prepare it!" Boris tapped onto a large hiker's backpack strapped to him. There was no doubt that backpack was heavy from appearances alone but the man carried it around as if it was no bother. "Ezra can stay outside and guard for Blinders, yah? Vhat do you say, eh?"

Ezra remained silent, ignoring Boris' cheeky statement, before turning to look at Wayne then back to the bag he tossed earlier. He didn't know what was inside but he only assumed it was food. He narrowed his eyes to the older man and shook his head before pointing at where his bag was. 

"Man, no wonder they found you so quick, you don't know how to seal in the smell of blood do you?" Ezra chuckled slightly. "Blinders got a good sense of smell, don't you know that? They must've followed you here from the second they got a scent of that bag..."
 
"I'm very much aware of that now." Wayne responded aggressively; he placed his dagger back to his bag as Erza put away the machete. "No dinner tonight and looks like I can't aimlessly run around if the scent got them a bit excited right now." He sounds disappointed; not because of the food, but his encounter with more people. "Damn, I was expecting this to be a easy walk..."
 
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