Re: Battle Royale! (Game Start!) Round 1: 1984
10-23-2009, 05:20 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Drakenforge.
Mike hesitated. This... thing, it was mocking him. Something that had made so many vital mistakes, was mocking him.
It was funny. So very funny.
"Fool. My power is a gift, not a curse like yours."
He rolled over to one side slowly, and stood up.
"I am not weak, I do not self loath, I do not fear, I do not die"
Mike repeated these lines, like a vow to some unseen force.
He didn't even laugh, for once.
He stared the beast in the eyes, and pointed with his left hand.
"You died the moment you entered my range, dumbass."
Suddenly, the ground under Xeno burst open. Mike's vectors rushed out, and sliced at the tendons in his ankles. Xeno in turn, leaped backwards, exceeding Mike's range.
Mike unslung his shotgun, and fired a shot while running to circle his opponant.
Xeno dodged, by merely sidestepping, and leaped behind Mike as he ran.
Mike could barely trun as XEno clawed a gash in his ribs, his blood shooting out and splashing onto his face.
For some reason, in the small time it took for Mike to realise what happened, he smiled.
As Xeno prepared to strike the killing blow, his arm simply waved past Mike, showering him in blood.
His claw dropped to the floor, unmoving.
Xeno drew back, and gripped the stump he once called his arm.
"These arms know where you are at all times, demon. They don't care for my safety. They are selfish, always thinking of themselves, but they won't let me die, oh no. They can tell what will be lethal. And this," Mike grabbed at his side, trying to apply pressure to the wound, "Is to them, a minor wound."
Mike hesitated. This... thing, it was mocking him. Something that had made so many vital mistakes, was mocking him.
It was funny. So very funny.
"Fool. My power is a gift, not a curse like yours."
He rolled over to one side slowly, and stood up.
"I am not weak, I do not self loath, I do not fear, I do not die"
Mike repeated these lines, like a vow to some unseen force.
He didn't even laugh, for once.
He stared the beast in the eyes, and pointed with his left hand.
"You died the moment you entered my range, dumbass."
Suddenly, the ground under Xeno burst open. Mike's vectors rushed out, and sliced at the tendons in his ankles. Xeno in turn, leaped backwards, exceeding Mike's range.
Mike unslung his shotgun, and fired a shot while running to circle his opponant.
Xeno dodged, by merely sidestepping, and leaped behind Mike as he ran.
Mike could barely trun as XEno clawed a gash in his ribs, his blood shooting out and splashing onto his face.
For some reason, in the small time it took for Mike to realise what happened, he smiled.
As Xeno prepared to strike the killing blow, his arm simply waved past Mike, showering him in blood.
His claw dropped to the floor, unmoving.
Xeno drew back, and gripped the stump he once called his arm.
"These arms know where you are at all times, demon. They don't care for my safety. They are selfish, always thinking of themselves, but they won't let me die, oh no. They can tell what will be lethal. And this," Mike grabbed at his side, trying to apply pressure to the wound, "Is to them, a minor wound."