Re: Battle Royale! (Game Start!) Round 1: 1984
10-20-2009, 02:38 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Drakenforge.
Mike chuckled to himself, finding the warriors attack to be funny somehow. He started absent mindedly cracking his neck.
"Well, it took you long enough to attack me, but you were slow, thats for sure. At least I know what I'm up against, and that it's no threat."
He moved on to cracking his knuckles.
"You see, breaking my spine is a good plan, I'll admit, but frankly, you'll never get that chance again. You'll never lay harm to me, again."
"And mark my words," He continued, taking on a menicing tone, "I WILL be the one to kill you. It will make you feel weak. And I'll look into your eyes during your last moments, and I will laugh."
Mike was suddenly moving backwards, his vectors leaving handprint shaped cracks in the tiles on the floor.
"Oh, by the way, before I go. That wasn't an attack. I was simply... leaving my mark"
A trickle of blood falls down Xeno's back, following a perfect line over his spine.
And Mike was smiling.
He turned around, still suspended, and started up the stairwell.
'I feel he is trained well, yes. Like the ninja. He is experianced. 9mm won't work on him, though this gun is a joke to me. No idea why I have even chose to use it. Ah well, maybe I can trick anyone other than the people I have met into thinking these are my gifts'
He unslung the shotgun from around his shoulder, and weighed it in his hands.
"This is ok. It will keep them at range, maybe. I sure as hell wouldn't charge someone with a shotgun. And thats just dandy for me."
He smirked to himself, as he hastily climbed the stairs.
Right until his vector snagged a thin wire as it climbed. The wire, facing a psychokinetic force that vibrates at an impressive frequency, simply snapped.
"Oho. Traps? Already? He. Aha. AhahahAAAhhaAAhhhHHA.
There ARE such interesting people here. I wonder, is everyone here to kill? No one by chance?"
He thought back, he was here to survive, technically. It would not be a choice to most people. But Mike wanted to fight. He knew, that he could die here. But without the battle, he would have already died.
Live or die, he was going to make this enjoyable for himself.
"Excuuuuuse me!" He yelled up the remaining stairs, "I broke your trap. Try harder next time, 'kay?!"
Mike chuckled to himself, finding the warriors attack to be funny somehow. He started absent mindedly cracking his neck.
"Well, it took you long enough to attack me, but you were slow, thats for sure. At least I know what I'm up against, and that it's no threat."
He moved on to cracking his knuckles.
"You see, breaking my spine is a good plan, I'll admit, but frankly, you'll never get that chance again. You'll never lay harm to me, again."
"And mark my words," He continued, taking on a menicing tone, "I WILL be the one to kill you. It will make you feel weak. And I'll look into your eyes during your last moments, and I will laugh."
Mike was suddenly moving backwards, his vectors leaving handprint shaped cracks in the tiles on the floor.
"Oh, by the way, before I go. That wasn't an attack. I was simply... leaving my mark"
A trickle of blood falls down Xeno's back, following a perfect line over his spine.
And Mike was smiling.
He turned around, still suspended, and started up the stairwell.
'I feel he is trained well, yes. Like the ninja. He is experianced. 9mm won't work on him, though this gun is a joke to me. No idea why I have even chose to use it. Ah well, maybe I can trick anyone other than the people I have met into thinking these are my gifts'
He unslung the shotgun from around his shoulder, and weighed it in his hands.
"This is ok. It will keep them at range, maybe. I sure as hell wouldn't charge someone with a shotgun. And thats just dandy for me."
He smirked to himself, as he hastily climbed the stairs.
Right until his vector snagged a thin wire as it climbed. The wire, facing a psychokinetic force that vibrates at an impressive frequency, simply snapped.
"Oho. Traps? Already? He. Aha. AhahahAAAhhaAAhhhHHA.
There ARE such interesting people here. I wonder, is everyone here to kill? No one by chance?"
He thought back, he was here to survive, technically. It would not be a choice to most people. But Mike wanted to fight. He knew, that he could die here. But without the battle, he would have already died.
Live or die, he was going to make this enjoyable for himself.
"Excuuuuuse me!" He yelled up the remaining stairs, "I broke your trap. Try harder next time, 'kay?!"