Re: Battle Royale! (Game Start!) Round 2: The Hoodoo
11-15-2009, 09:00 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by MyifanW.
Whit was dizzy. He had gotten beat down... Nothing that hadn't happened before. Calm down, he thought to himself.
What was I thinking? Shooting this thing around like that, yelling like that. Tsk tsk, Whit. That's not smart at all. You're better than this... In fact, you should be the best.
Whit rolled onto his side, crawling away, admittingly pathetically. Zeke's words didn't mean anything to him, but he didn't want him to have the wrong idea. This was probably going to be their final meeting, after all. He spoke his thoughts, as scattered as they were.
"You know, I was a pretty good boxer too. It was fun, beating fists into people. It gives a rush, doesn't it? Destroying people, that is. Same thing with cards, destroying people through their wallets. Yeah, destruction is fun. And, the closer you are, the more beautiful the crash is. That's probably what makes people great- We can be so close to each other, get it?"
"Don't babble. It's pathetic."
Whit glanced around. He was inside a tunnel now, and Zeke was in the inner part of the Hoodoo, walking after him.
"...But you know, boxing is such a concrete sport. There's only one real way to win. And, once you're done, you're done. You shake hands and leave. There's nothing to it, at all."
Zeke was tired of talking to Whit. What nonsense was he spouting, some wayward philosophy? He stepped forward.
"My point is..."
Whit pulled the trigger inside his jacket. A 500. calibur bullet ripped out of the side of his jacket, smashing into Zeke's Gauntlet. A crack went through it, and the shock sent Zeke back and made his arm numb. It surprised Whit momentarily that Zeke was alive, and that there didnt seem to be any damage, but his hand was already on his Godgun. He made a decision he would have considered foolhardy a moment ago.
"...we're not sportsmen here! Let's destroy each other."
Flipping upright, He fired straight at Zeke. The invisible bullet scrapped against the edges of the tunnels, and sent dust shooting out of the tunnel. Zeke quickly spun to the side, narrowly dodging the wave. The wave hit the other side of the Hoodoo. The entire section of the Hoodoo began to slide outwards, emitting an incredibly painful screeching sound.
Whit, still focused on Zeke, looked around. The top was still to far, and the fog was terrifyingly close. Still, it seemed... slower. Everything seemed slower. The screeching of the rocks drowned out all senses.
Whit was dizzy. He had gotten beat down... Nothing that hadn't happened before. Calm down, he thought to himself.
What was I thinking? Shooting this thing around like that, yelling like that. Tsk tsk, Whit. That's not smart at all. You're better than this... In fact, you should be the best.
Whit rolled onto his side, crawling away, admittingly pathetically. Zeke's words didn't mean anything to him, but he didn't want him to have the wrong idea. This was probably going to be their final meeting, after all. He spoke his thoughts, as scattered as they were.
"You know, I was a pretty good boxer too. It was fun, beating fists into people. It gives a rush, doesn't it? Destroying people, that is. Same thing with cards, destroying people through their wallets. Yeah, destruction is fun. And, the closer you are, the more beautiful the crash is. That's probably what makes people great- We can be so close to each other, get it?"
"Don't babble. It's pathetic."
Whit glanced around. He was inside a tunnel now, and Zeke was in the inner part of the Hoodoo, walking after him.
"...But you know, boxing is such a concrete sport. There's only one real way to win. And, once you're done, you're done. You shake hands and leave. There's nothing to it, at all."
Zeke was tired of talking to Whit. What nonsense was he spouting, some wayward philosophy? He stepped forward.
"My point is..."
Whit pulled the trigger inside his jacket. A 500. calibur bullet ripped out of the side of his jacket, smashing into Zeke's Gauntlet. A crack went through it, and the shock sent Zeke back and made his arm numb. It surprised Whit momentarily that Zeke was alive, and that there didnt seem to be any damage, but his hand was already on his Godgun. He made a decision he would have considered foolhardy a moment ago.
"...we're not sportsmen here! Let's destroy each other."
Flipping upright, He fired straight at Zeke. The invisible bullet scrapped against the edges of the tunnels, and sent dust shooting out of the tunnel. Zeke quickly spun to the side, narrowly dodging the wave. The wave hit the other side of the Hoodoo. The entire section of the Hoodoo began to slide outwards, emitting an incredibly painful screeching sound.
Whit, still focused on Zeke, looked around. The top was still to far, and the fog was terrifyingly close. Still, it seemed... slower. Everything seemed slower. The screeching of the rocks drowned out all senses.