Re: Battle Royale! Round 4: Artistry
01-18-2010, 04:06 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by MyifanW.
A gunshot exploded, and Pain ripped through two places on Whit's body. Whit didn't even think about it. What he did care about was that he could hear where the gunshot came from, and where Mike was yelling from, even with the coat blocking his vision. He slid the godgun out of his sleeve, and fired. The gravity wave hit the rim of the hole first- and continued through it, dragging the hole outwards.
Mike lifted his vectors as the wave left the hole and rammed into him. His vectors stopped it from reaching him, but he was sent flying. He landed against the wall, but again his vectors caught him. The motion wasn't good for him though- the sudden changes of speed jogged his wounds. He made a terrible face as most of his body stung.
"So that's the way you wanna play, you shit!?", He screamed. "I'll-"
He coughed painfully as his body suddenly faltered.
"Shit..."
He now realized what was happening- he could deal with the pain, he could stand anything- but his blood... He was losing too much of it.
Whit smiled a bit- Mike wasn't good enough to... he felt a stinging sensation.
Whit's left pinky and side were cut. He stared, turned around, and saw his blood dotted in the empty landscape.
"That... wasn't supposed to..."
"I told you."
"Shut up... I have an injury, do I?"
"You actually have several-"
"Shhh. It doesn't matter. I'm barely injured- just a slight cut. It doesn't hinder me... It only makes me more focused."
"..."
"Well, Mike earned this wound of mine... He's pressing his limits desperately... to even remove his own leg? There's strength of will there, if nothing else..."
"His will is probably much stronger than your own. In addition, he has... an ability. What do you have? You have many skills, true... but... You're just... a man."
"I know that. But I have this-" He held up his Godgun. "Along with THIS" He lifted the side of his jacket, revealing his two pistols and the revolver."And... " he grinned. "I have the thing that directs everything- my luck, my fate... it supersedes all else."
The skull was once again silent.
He walked backwards, retrieving his Whiteout.
A gunshot exploded, and Pain ripped through two places on Whit's body. Whit didn't even think about it. What he did care about was that he could hear where the gunshot came from, and where Mike was yelling from, even with the coat blocking his vision. He slid the godgun out of his sleeve, and fired. The gravity wave hit the rim of the hole first- and continued through it, dragging the hole outwards.
Mike lifted his vectors as the wave left the hole and rammed into him. His vectors stopped it from reaching him, but he was sent flying. He landed against the wall, but again his vectors caught him. The motion wasn't good for him though- the sudden changes of speed jogged his wounds. He made a terrible face as most of his body stung.
"So that's the way you wanna play, you shit!?", He screamed. "I'll-"
He coughed painfully as his body suddenly faltered.
"Shit..."
He now realized what was happening- he could deal with the pain, he could stand anything- but his blood... He was losing too much of it.
Whit smiled a bit- Mike wasn't good enough to... he felt a stinging sensation.
Whit's left pinky and side were cut. He stared, turned around, and saw his blood dotted in the empty landscape.
"That... wasn't supposed to..."
"I told you."
"Shut up... I have an injury, do I?"
"You actually have several-"
"Shhh. It doesn't matter. I'm barely injured- just a slight cut. It doesn't hinder me... It only makes me more focused."
"..."
"Well, Mike earned this wound of mine... He's pressing his limits desperately... to even remove his own leg? There's strength of will there, if nothing else..."
"His will is probably much stronger than your own. In addition, he has... an ability. What do you have? You have many skills, true... but... You're just... a man."
"I know that. But I have this-" He held up his Godgun. "Along with THIS" He lifted the side of his jacket, revealing his two pistols and the revolver."And... " he grinned. "I have the thing that directs everything- my luck, my fate... it supersedes all else."
The skull was once again silent.
He walked backwards, retrieving his Whiteout.