Re: Intense Struggle! (Round 1 - The Abandoned Base)
01-12-2010, 08:38 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Telamon.
Impressed by Sister Clara's abilities, Larus took a step back and watched the helpless form of the nymph, wondering what his new ally's next move would be. Glancing over in the direction the nymph had come from, he spotted another one of the competitors headed his way. His eyes narrowed. Oh yes, the pyro boy. "Probably don't want to engage this one up close," he thought to himself, and reached down to grab a discarded assault rifle. He was about to check the clip, when suddenly a mechanical whirring distracted him. He looked up to see a defensive turret, which he'd assumed was defunct, rattling around to point in his direction.
Larus dissolved into mist, the rifle clattering to the floor out of his vanished hand. The shell from the cannon, passing through the space where his face had been a moment before, detonated against the opposite wall, the blast upsetting the carefully arranged rows of corpses Sister Clara's servant had been laying out. Reforming, Larus dove for the cover of the nearest side passage as the cannon ejected its spent shell casing and prepared to fire again.
Impressed by Sister Clara's abilities, Larus took a step back and watched the helpless form of the nymph, wondering what his new ally's next move would be. Glancing over in the direction the nymph had come from, he spotted another one of the competitors headed his way. His eyes narrowed. Oh yes, the pyro boy. "Probably don't want to engage this one up close," he thought to himself, and reached down to grab a discarded assault rifle. He was about to check the clip, when suddenly a mechanical whirring distracted him. He looked up to see a defensive turret, which he'd assumed was defunct, rattling around to point in his direction.
Larus dissolved into mist, the rifle clattering to the floor out of his vanished hand. The shell from the cannon, passing through the space where his face had been a moment before, detonated against the opposite wall, the blast upsetting the carefully arranged rows of corpses Sister Clara's servant had been laying out. Reforming, Larus dove for the cover of the nearest side passage as the cannon ejected its spent shell casing and prepared to fire again.