Re: Battle Royale! (Game Start!) Round 3: Sanctuary/Ark
12-04-2009, 10:01 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by MyifanW.
Whit watched Zeke fly with interest. He had definitely won the fight, Zeke would probably die, and the stage would change soon. Still, he couldn't help but feel that the victory wasn't so much that he had won, but that Zeke had lost. Could that even be considered a victory? Sure it could, he reaffirmed in himself.
A victory is a victory. I won't regret anything about it.
Whit let go of the other pistol inside his Jacket. He was hoping to use it as a suprise, but it was better this way, conserving ammo. He slid one of the two spare clips into his empty gun, watched Zeke's body as it flew out of his line of sight, and waited for the familiar transformation of the enviroment. It did not come. Whit thought about it. Either Zeke somehow survived, or the stage didn't change based on death. The latter seemed incorrect, though... He had seen Grimm die immediately before the shift to this place, and the other masked one was also nowhere to be found. It was more plausible to think Zeke had survived.
"hmm... maybe we'll meet again. I'll take everything from you properly then."
He glanced back up at the ark. It was sinking. It didn't look fast, but considering the size... He really didn't know. He did know, though, that if Zeke landed safely he'd probably be under that.
"... Or maybe we won't meet again. That's fine. I like that way better, actually. Fighting you again and again has been getting... Boring."
Again, Whit was talking to something that wasn't there. But, he wasn't trying to speak to Zeke. He simply wanted the words out. Once they left him, he was certain fate, or luck, would hear it.
Whit watched Zeke fly with interest. He had definitely won the fight, Zeke would probably die, and the stage would change soon. Still, he couldn't help but feel that the victory wasn't so much that he had won, but that Zeke had lost. Could that even be considered a victory? Sure it could, he reaffirmed in himself.
A victory is a victory. I won't regret anything about it.
Whit let go of the other pistol inside his Jacket. He was hoping to use it as a suprise, but it was better this way, conserving ammo. He slid one of the two spare clips into his empty gun, watched Zeke's body as it flew out of his line of sight, and waited for the familiar transformation of the enviroment. It did not come. Whit thought about it. Either Zeke somehow survived, or the stage didn't change based on death. The latter seemed incorrect, though... He had seen Grimm die immediately before the shift to this place, and the other masked one was also nowhere to be found. It was more plausible to think Zeke had survived.
"hmm... maybe we'll meet again. I'll take everything from you properly then."
He glanced back up at the ark. It was sinking. It didn't look fast, but considering the size... He really didn't know. He did know, though, that if Zeke landed safely he'd probably be under that.
"... Or maybe we won't meet again. That's fine. I like that way better, actually. Fighting you again and again has been getting... Boring."
Again, Whit was talking to something that wasn't there. But, he wasn't trying to speak to Zeke. He simply wanted the words out. Once they left him, he was certain fate, or luck, would hear it.