Re: Inexorable Altercation [Round I- The Sleeping World of Rock]
06-30-2010, 02:19 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Pinary.
"That is quite enough, Miss Nibbs. Please place the knife on the ledge and back away. Greyve, please step back as well. Any failure to comply will be interpreted as aggression, and I will take action against those threatening a non-aggressor."
Will stood, stance wide, on the floor of the arena, pistol aimed up at the two on the balcony. He glowered up at them, aiming at a spot somewhere in the middle, ready to shift aim to one or the other.
For a moment, no-one moved, save for Annaliese, wavering uncertainly. Greyve just stared at her, his mind thoroughly oppressed by his predator instincts.
"Miss Nibbs, I have no interest in continued hostilities. Please drop the knife and back away." He flicked a switch, and the Blastec hummed. It sounded like it was increasing in power level or damage setting, but it was really just a self-cleaning routine. In a pinch, it also worked for intimidation.
It worked well, too- Annaliese's indecision ended, and, hand shaking a little, she placed the knife on the ledge next to her. "Right, see? Not-"
Greyve dove for her, mind lost in an assassin's high.
Will fired, driving a focused beam through the half-Oni's side. The demon's face registered a momentary surprise before it was overcome by an expression of nothing at all.
His body thumped to the ground in front of Annaliese, the hole smoking slightly.
Will placed his pistol back in its holster. "Pity," he said, still calm and civil, "that generator would have made things much easier."
"That is quite enough, Miss Nibbs. Please place the knife on the ledge and back away. Greyve, please step back as well. Any failure to comply will be interpreted as aggression, and I will take action against those threatening a non-aggressor."
Will stood, stance wide, on the floor of the arena, pistol aimed up at the two on the balcony. He glowered up at them, aiming at a spot somewhere in the middle, ready to shift aim to one or the other.
For a moment, no-one moved, save for Annaliese, wavering uncertainly. Greyve just stared at her, his mind thoroughly oppressed by his predator instincts.
"Miss Nibbs, I have no interest in continued hostilities. Please drop the knife and back away." He flicked a switch, and the Blastec hummed. It sounded like it was increasing in power level or damage setting, but it was really just a self-cleaning routine. In a pinch, it also worked for intimidation.
It worked well, too- Annaliese's indecision ended, and, hand shaking a little, she placed the knife on the ledge next to her. "Right, see? Not-"
Greyve dove for her, mind lost in an assassin's high.
Will fired, driving a focused beam through the half-Oni's side. The demon's face registered a momentary surprise before it was overcome by an expression of nothing at all.
His body thumped to the ground in front of Annaliese, the hole smoking slightly.
Will placed his pistol back in its holster. "Pity," he said, still calm and civil, "that generator would have made things much easier."