Re: Battle Royale! Round 5: Monte Casino
01-31-2010, 03:09 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Mystify.
Before anyone could react, Itzal drew out a dagger and sliced the cord connecting his helmet to the board. The life counter blanked out, and Itzal darted away from the table, ripping the helmet off.
Whit pulled out his gun to shoot at Itzal, but Itzal had extra life, while Whit's had been drained, and Itzal disappeared into the crowd before he could get a shot off.
"Get him!" Whit cried. The dealer started talking rapidly into his walky-talky, and Whit spotted some large security personal enter the casino.
Itzal darted into the bank of machines, moving among the gamblers who had more of a sense of self preservation. As it moved, it started shifting, merging its cloak into its body and forming a black suit and tie. It slipped started grabbing things from other people. Snatching a hat here, a monocle there, snatching the can leaning against a machine. By the time it reached the other side of the casino, it was no longer a mysterious figure in a cloak, but a distinguished English gentleman. It had managed to shift its face into a semblance of normality, and as virtually indistinguishable from the other patrons. It crouched under one of the tables with a group of other gamblers, blending in as well as it could.
Before anyone could react, Itzal drew out a dagger and sliced the cord connecting his helmet to the board. The life counter blanked out, and Itzal darted away from the table, ripping the helmet off.
Whit pulled out his gun to shoot at Itzal, but Itzal had extra life, while Whit's had been drained, and Itzal disappeared into the crowd before he could get a shot off.
"Get him!" Whit cried. The dealer started talking rapidly into his walky-talky, and Whit spotted some large security personal enter the casino.
Itzal darted into the bank of machines, moving among the gamblers who had more of a sense of self preservation. As it moved, it started shifting, merging its cloak into its body and forming a black suit and tie. It slipped started grabbing things from other people. Snatching a hat here, a monocle there, snatching the can leaning against a machine. By the time it reached the other side of the casino, it was no longer a mysterious figure in a cloak, but a distinguished English gentleman. It had managed to shift its face into a semblance of normality, and as virtually indistinguishable from the other patrons. It crouched under one of the tables with a group of other gamblers, blending in as well as it could.