Re: Battle Royale! (Game Start!) Round 3: Sanctuary/Ark
12-10-2009, 05:52 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Drakenforge.
Mike tried to dodge to the side as the puma-like beast leaped towards him. He couldn't find a good foothold among the traps, and tripped over onto his side. The animal's shadow passed over him, while a bright flash erupted at his feet. Both him and the black cat were blinded, but the vectors had no eyes. They chopped the beast cleanly in two as Mike struggled to compose himself. When his eyes readjusted, he searched around the room. He couldn't see Itzal anywhere yet. He tutted, adn began to use his vectors to climb over the traps, until he hit some sort of improvised mine that blew shrapnell into his left leg. He collapsed on the floor, hugging his seeping wound.
He cought movement to the left out of the corner of his eye. He drew his gun and fired wildly. There was the sound of glass shattering, and a blade swpided aross the back of his head, cracking one of his horns.
Mike didn't feel the pain htis time. It almost frightened him, as he knew he should be feeling total agony at that moment. He slumped over again, unable to move his body, while his consciousness began to ebb away.
He could barely see Itzal standing over him. Words floated from his face, but their meaning escape Mike in his state. His eyes slowly closed, and he passed out.
Foolish. Arrogant. Weak. These were some of the boy's many flaws. So many flaws, and yet, he had survived a surprising length of time. Itzal quietly cursed whatever force had created such a monster as it prepared the final blow.
A sudden force crashed into the chest area of Itzal's body, sending it flying backwards. It carefully arranged a backflip and land on it's knee, winded. It cursed itself for not being prepared for the arms that came from Mike's head. Itzal could see them there, even with Mike passed out. They eminated a strange red vein pattern within the white glow.
He ("It" Is just getting rediculous to say) thought plausable causes until he believed that Mike was just a vassal for something greater. The irony that a monster was just a puppet amused him. It could feel the boat swaing to one side more and more as time progressed, and guessed the ship was descending. He turned and left Mike in the field and made it's way into the animal keeping area.
It unlocked every cage, throwing several more objects back towards the field.
Let the beasts stall him until the crash, it thought.
Mike tried to dodge to the side as the puma-like beast leaped towards him. He couldn't find a good foothold among the traps, and tripped over onto his side. The animal's shadow passed over him, while a bright flash erupted at his feet. Both him and the black cat were blinded, but the vectors had no eyes. They chopped the beast cleanly in two as Mike struggled to compose himself. When his eyes readjusted, he searched around the room. He couldn't see Itzal anywhere yet. He tutted, adn began to use his vectors to climb over the traps, until he hit some sort of improvised mine that blew shrapnell into his left leg. He collapsed on the floor, hugging his seeping wound.
He cought movement to the left out of the corner of his eye. He drew his gun and fired wildly. There was the sound of glass shattering, and a blade swpided aross the back of his head, cracking one of his horns.
Mike didn't feel the pain htis time. It almost frightened him, as he knew he should be feeling total agony at that moment. He slumped over again, unable to move his body, while his consciousness began to ebb away.
He could barely see Itzal standing over him. Words floated from his face, but their meaning escape Mike in his state. His eyes slowly closed, and he passed out.
Foolish. Arrogant. Weak. These were some of the boy's many flaws. So many flaws, and yet, he had survived a surprising length of time. Itzal quietly cursed whatever force had created such a monster as it prepared the final blow.
A sudden force crashed into the chest area of Itzal's body, sending it flying backwards. It carefully arranged a backflip and land on it's knee, winded. It cursed itself for not being prepared for the arms that came from Mike's head. Itzal could see them there, even with Mike passed out. They eminated a strange red vein pattern within the white glow.
He ("It" Is just getting rediculous to say) thought plausable causes until he believed that Mike was just a vassal for something greater. The irony that a monster was just a puppet amused him. It could feel the boat swaing to one side more and more as time progressed, and guessed the ship was descending. He turned and left Mike in the field and made it's way into the animal keeping area.
It unlocked every cage, throwing several more objects back towards the field.
Let the beasts stall him until the crash, it thought.