Re: Battle Royale! (Game Start!) Round 3: Sanctuary/Ark
11-19-2009, 04:26 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by MyifanW.
Whit felt fairly foolish, sinking in the tar. Still, at least Zeke had been more foolish in telling him the properties of the tar... and even returning his gun. As much as it annoyed him to beg, he really was lucky: His opponent was a cocky fool. The tar became harder when it was touched, which meant that it reacted to movement. He needed to be still, to let it carry him until he found a something to drag himself out with. It wasn't too bad, he figured. He could hold his breath for a little over 2 minutes. Considering the speed of the fluid, he'd cover a lot of distance, and would definitely lead... to something. There was no doubt in his mind that something would catch his grip. Still, he had one thing to do before diving. He grabbed the Gun, and aimed it near Zeke's retreating figure. A familiar tree caught Whit's eye, and he fired. The wave ripped, again smashing through the trees.
Zeke had expected this, of course. Why did he leave Whit the gun? Just to toy with him, to give him a wasteful hope that he could avenge himself. Zeke jumped to the side, and the shot passed by him, afflicting him with only a slight breeze. Then, he heard a crunching sound, and realized that Whit had hit a large tree nearby... a stout, large one with spiral leaves. An entire portion of it's trunk was gone, and it fell towards Zeke. He rolled outwards, away from the main body of it, but was still buried under thousands of leaves. Pain shot through him. The leaves had hit him hard, he felt his entire back to be covered in bruises. Zeke attempted to rise, only to find that his legs were trapped. Gritting his teeth, he shot out his wrist blades, and used them to crawl out from the weight. He glared back at where he had left the Gambler. He was gone, like planned... but earlier than expected.
All of Whit's senses went black. He had tucked the Godgun and his other weapons into his inner pocket to keep them clean, took the deepest breath he could and went limp. He was carried through the darkness, the current strong. he occasionally felt contact with his fingers, but ignored it. He had to concentrate on... nothing, to keep from drowning. He continued to flow down the stream... when he realized that he had stopped. Carefully, he slowly felt around. He was caught on a large root. Slowly, slowly, he climbed it out. Gasping, he lay down on the ground. He was alive... exactly as it should be. Somehow, the liquid had hardly stuck to him, and quickly flowed out of his clothes. Whit was dry, and clean- he felt good. He celebrated by allowing himself to rest there for a while... but this time, with vigilance.
Spoiler
Whit felt fairly foolish, sinking in the tar. Still, at least Zeke had been more foolish in telling him the properties of the tar... and even returning his gun. As much as it annoyed him to beg, he really was lucky: His opponent was a cocky fool. The tar became harder when it was touched, which meant that it reacted to movement. He needed to be still, to let it carry him until he found a something to drag himself out with. It wasn't too bad, he figured. He could hold his breath for a little over 2 minutes. Considering the speed of the fluid, he'd cover a lot of distance, and would definitely lead... to something. There was no doubt in his mind that something would catch his grip. Still, he had one thing to do before diving. He grabbed the Gun, and aimed it near Zeke's retreating figure. A familiar tree caught Whit's eye, and he fired. The wave ripped, again smashing through the trees.
Zeke had expected this, of course. Why did he leave Whit the gun? Just to toy with him, to give him a wasteful hope that he could avenge himself. Zeke jumped to the side, and the shot passed by him, afflicting him with only a slight breeze. Then, he heard a crunching sound, and realized that Whit had hit a large tree nearby... a stout, large one with spiral leaves. An entire portion of it's trunk was gone, and it fell towards Zeke. He rolled outwards, away from the main body of it, but was still buried under thousands of leaves. Pain shot through him. The leaves had hit him hard, he felt his entire back to be covered in bruises. Zeke attempted to rise, only to find that his legs were trapped. Gritting his teeth, he shot out his wrist blades, and used them to crawl out from the weight. He glared back at where he had left the Gambler. He was gone, like planned... but earlier than expected.
All of Whit's senses went black. He had tucked the Godgun and his other weapons into his inner pocket to keep them clean, took the deepest breath he could and went limp. He was carried through the darkness, the current strong. he occasionally felt contact with his fingers, but ignored it. He had to concentrate on... nothing, to keep from drowning. He continued to flow down the stream... when he realized that he had stopped. Carefully, he slowly felt around. He was caught on a large root. Slowly, slowly, he climbed it out. Gasping, he lay down on the ground. He was alive... exactly as it should be. Somehow, the liquid had hardly stuck to him, and quickly flowed out of his clothes. Whit was dry, and clean- he felt good. He celebrated by allowing himself to rest there for a while... but this time, with vigilance.