Re: Intense Struggle! (Round 1 - The Abandoned Base)
01-23-2010, 07:26 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Telamon.
Larus was getting seriously tired of this crap. He felt like he should have known the kid looked like too easy a target. The ones that seem the most harmless always prove to be the biggest pain in the ass.
Coiling his body, he kicked the nearby table over, scattering the pile of grenades. Scooping up the rifle, he leapt behind the new cover while firing a random burst in Trickster's direction. Landing deftly, he pressed up to the metal surface, and popped up to fire again, only to be forced back down by a lazily thrown firebolt.
"You'll have to do better than that," Trickster said mockingly.
Dropping the rifle, Larus scrambled around for grenades as taunting spurts of flame burst around him. Finding two, he tensed, pulling both pins with his teeth. Counting carefully in his head, he sprang over the desk and dashed directly at the floating mad man. Grinning, Trickster raised his fist for a swipe, intensifying the flame around it. At the last moment, Larus changed direction and jumped in the air, then vaporized. The grenades fell a quarter of an inch from his vanished hands, then detonated. Larus reformed in the wake of the blast waves, and dashed for the door, only to be greeted by a wall of flame barring his path.
The shield of fire around Trickster receded, and his grin widened. Larus was breathing heavily, transforming powers nearly exhausted. Unbowed, however, he turned to face his adversary and adopted a fighting stance. "Well, come on then," he said, wearily. "If you do manage to break my face, it will be a seriously impressive sound."
Larus was getting seriously tired of this crap. He felt like he should have known the kid looked like too easy a target. The ones that seem the most harmless always prove to be the biggest pain in the ass.
Coiling his body, he kicked the nearby table over, scattering the pile of grenades. Scooping up the rifle, he leapt behind the new cover while firing a random burst in Trickster's direction. Landing deftly, he pressed up to the metal surface, and popped up to fire again, only to be forced back down by a lazily thrown firebolt.
"You'll have to do better than that," Trickster said mockingly.
Dropping the rifle, Larus scrambled around for grenades as taunting spurts of flame burst around him. Finding two, he tensed, pulling both pins with his teeth. Counting carefully in his head, he sprang over the desk and dashed directly at the floating mad man. Grinning, Trickster raised his fist for a swipe, intensifying the flame around it. At the last moment, Larus changed direction and jumped in the air, then vaporized. The grenades fell a quarter of an inch from his vanished hands, then detonated. Larus reformed in the wake of the blast waves, and dashed for the door, only to be greeted by a wall of flame barring his path.
The shield of fire around Trickster receded, and his grin widened. Larus was breathing heavily, transforming powers nearly exhausted. Unbowed, however, he turned to face his adversary and adopted a fighting stance. "Well, come on then," he said, wearily. "If you do manage to break my face, it will be a seriously impressive sound."