Re: Battle Royale! (Game Start!) Round 1: 1984
10-18-2009, 03:59 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Mystify.
Itzal watched its opponent from within the lobby of the building. This guy was too tough to fight in a straight up conflict. Looking around for a tactical advantage, it spotted the floor indicator above the elevator. Somebody was inside. Itzal slipped away, looking for a staircase. Upon finding one, it sprinted up it, and returned to the elevator. The floor indicator continued to decrease. It hit the down button and set up. A mirror in the hallway, appropriate lighting, and his set up was complete. It waited patiently the last few seconds as the elevator reached his floor, then the doors slid open, ready for a new passenger.
Whit froze as the elevator stopped a floor early. His hand flew to his gun, which he brought up to defend himself. The elevator doors slid open, revealing a figure in a hooded cloak. Whit fired his gun, sending a shockwave rippling down the corridor.
Instead of a body flying through the air, Whit discovers shards of glass littering the hallway. "Now, now, there is no need of that," said a voice. The voice was flat, betraying no information about its source. "I am not here to fight. In fact, I came here to make a small wager."
Itzal watched its opponent from within the lobby of the building. This guy was too tough to fight in a straight up conflict. Looking around for a tactical advantage, it spotted the floor indicator above the elevator. Somebody was inside. Itzal slipped away, looking for a staircase. Upon finding one, it sprinted up it, and returned to the elevator. The floor indicator continued to decrease. It hit the down button and set up. A mirror in the hallway, appropriate lighting, and his set up was complete. It waited patiently the last few seconds as the elevator reached his floor, then the doors slid open, ready for a new passenger.
Whit froze as the elevator stopped a floor early. His hand flew to his gun, which he brought up to defend himself. The elevator doors slid open, revealing a figure in a hooded cloak. Whit fired his gun, sending a shockwave rippling down the corridor.
Instead of a body flying through the air, Whit discovers shards of glass littering the hallway. "Now, now, there is no need of that," said a voice. The voice was flat, betraying no information about its source. "I am not here to fight. In fact, I came here to make a small wager."