Re: Battle Royale! Round 5: Monte Casino
02-01-2010, 05:16 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Mystify.
Itzal glanced up as the bar exploded. Zeke was across the room with...was that an Uzi? Whatever it was he was tossing it aside tt run after Whit. Whit was running from him, Mike was slaughtering undead gamblers...
Suddenly Itzal felt somebody tap its shoulder. It whirled around to see a security guard behind it. Itzal kicked it in the chest, knocking him backwards, and jumped onto a bank of slot machines and ran towards Zeke.
Zeke had almost reached Whit when motion caught his attention. He reflexively turned and knocked the dagger out of the air, and saw an Englishman running towards him. He turned, ready to face this opponent, and leapt at him to attack. Zeke was surprised to find that his opponent had managed to sidestep the blade and was now behind him. He turned to face him, blocking a dagger even as he did so, and pressed an attack. The Englishman easily parried this blow and continued to trade attacks.
This one had something the previous opponents here had lacked, it had a spark behind its eyes. The only ones Zeke had noticed with this spark had been Whit, Itzal, and Mike. That must be it, he realized. He was fighting Itzal. But Itzal had never fought so well before. It had always been on the edge of retreat, slipping away at the first opportunity to lay one of its annoying traps. This person was standing its ground, successful even. It couldn't be Itzal, could it?
Whit took the attack as an opportunity to dart to cover. He didn't know who the newcomer was, but his intervention was welcome. Whether he was friend or foe had yet to be determined.
Itzal glanced up as the bar exploded. Zeke was across the room with...was that an Uzi? Whatever it was he was tossing it aside tt run after Whit. Whit was running from him, Mike was slaughtering undead gamblers...
Suddenly Itzal felt somebody tap its shoulder. It whirled around to see a security guard behind it. Itzal kicked it in the chest, knocking him backwards, and jumped onto a bank of slot machines and ran towards Zeke.
Zeke had almost reached Whit when motion caught his attention. He reflexively turned and knocked the dagger out of the air, and saw an Englishman running towards him. He turned, ready to face this opponent, and leapt at him to attack. Zeke was surprised to find that his opponent had managed to sidestep the blade and was now behind him. He turned to face him, blocking a dagger even as he did so, and pressed an attack. The Englishman easily parried this blow and continued to trade attacks.
This one had something the previous opponents here had lacked, it had a spark behind its eyes. The only ones Zeke had noticed with this spark had been Whit, Itzal, and Mike. That must be it, he realized. He was fighting Itzal. But Itzal had never fought so well before. It had always been on the edge of retreat, slipping away at the first opportunity to lay one of its annoying traps. This person was standing its ground, successful even. It couldn't be Itzal, could it?
Whit took the attack as an opportunity to dart to cover. He didn't know who the newcomer was, but his intervention was welcome. Whether he was friend or foe had yet to be determined.