Re: Petty Squabble [ROUND 1] [Fort Ayers, New Atlantis]
05-01-2011, 09:50 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Dragon Fogel.
"No prisoners, eh? Then I suppose I won't be troublin' ye," Parsley said, carefully taking a step back.
"Don't move!" the guard shouted. "Stay where I can see you, and you might get out of this alive." As he spoke, the other guard slowly raised his own weapon.
Parsley didn't say anything, and stood still.
"Now, I got orders to kill," the soldier said, not shifting his eyes away from Parsley. "But it seems to me you might know something about whatever's going on in the base. Care to share?"
"What good will it do me to speak, when yer eyes and ears are foolin' ye?" Parsley replied. "If ye even be real, that is."
"I don't have time for jokes, pal. And I can't take the chance this is a distraction. You've got one more try before I pump you full of lead."
Perhaps I can play along with the demon's game for now, Parsley thought. If he thinks he can catch me in his trap, he may lose interest in his other victims.
"Fine," Parsley said calmly. "A monster calling himself the Charlatan brought us here. He told us to fight until only one was left. And this is our battlefield."
The soldier didn't seem to believe it.
"No more chances."
He reached for the trigger.
He wasn't as fast on the draw as Parsley. Two large rolls suddenly appeared in the demon hunter's hands, and in one swift motion, he flung them at the guards' rifles, throwing off their aim.
Before they could adjust, he was standing between them, and a quick tap on the barrel of each gun changed key components into useless bits of bread.
One guard dropped his gun and charged the demon hunter, the other made the mistake of trying to fire. Parsley grabbed the man trying to shoot him with a useless gun, and flung him into the other man, knocking both to the ground.
After making sure they were unconscious, Parsley headed inside.
It wasn't long before he came to a pair of bodies. Further down the hall, he saw a third.
The demon was marking a trail for him.
"May as well follow it," he grumbled. "If any of ye have truly fallen at the demon's hand, then know that I'll help ye rest in peace."
A few unpleasant corridors later, Parsley walked past a set of double-doors. He would have ignored them and continued following the trail, if not for the sudden sound of gunfire.
"Demon's still not very subtle," he commented, as he turned towards the doors and flung them open.
He seemed to be in a dining hall. Before he could take in the sights too closely, however, he was distracted by two soldiers falling to the floor. Looking up, he saw a third soldier dangling from the second-floor window of a tall structure overlooking the room.
"That must be where the demon's guiding me," Parsley muttered to himself. "It's time to see what game he wants to play."
"No prisoners, eh? Then I suppose I won't be troublin' ye," Parsley said, carefully taking a step back.
"Don't move!" the guard shouted. "Stay where I can see you, and you might get out of this alive." As he spoke, the other guard slowly raised his own weapon.
Parsley didn't say anything, and stood still.
"Now, I got orders to kill," the soldier said, not shifting his eyes away from Parsley. "But it seems to me you might know something about whatever's going on in the base. Care to share?"
"What good will it do me to speak, when yer eyes and ears are foolin' ye?" Parsley replied. "If ye even be real, that is."
"I don't have time for jokes, pal. And I can't take the chance this is a distraction. You've got one more try before I pump you full of lead."
Perhaps I can play along with the demon's game for now, Parsley thought. If he thinks he can catch me in his trap, he may lose interest in his other victims.
"Fine," Parsley said calmly. "A monster calling himself the Charlatan brought us here. He told us to fight until only one was left. And this is our battlefield."
The soldier didn't seem to believe it.
"No more chances."
He reached for the trigger.
He wasn't as fast on the draw as Parsley. Two large rolls suddenly appeared in the demon hunter's hands, and in one swift motion, he flung them at the guards' rifles, throwing off their aim.
Before they could adjust, he was standing between them, and a quick tap on the barrel of each gun changed key components into useless bits of bread.
One guard dropped his gun and charged the demon hunter, the other made the mistake of trying to fire. Parsley grabbed the man trying to shoot him with a useless gun, and flung him into the other man, knocking both to the ground.
After making sure they were unconscious, Parsley headed inside.
It wasn't long before he came to a pair of bodies. Further down the hall, he saw a third.
The demon was marking a trail for him.
"May as well follow it," he grumbled. "If any of ye have truly fallen at the demon's hand, then know that I'll help ye rest in peace."
A few unpleasant corridors later, Parsley walked past a set of double-doors. He would have ignored them and continued following the trail, if not for the sudden sound of gunfire.
"Demon's still not very subtle," he commented, as he turned towards the doors and flung them open.
He seemed to be in a dining hall. Before he could take in the sights too closely, however, he was distracted by two soldiers falling to the floor. Looking up, he saw a third soldier dangling from the second-floor window of a tall structure overlooking the room.
"That must be where the demon's guiding me," Parsley muttered to himself. "It's time to see what game he wants to play."
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