Re: Battle Royale! Round 5: Monte Casino
02-03-2010, 09:11 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Drakenforge.
The pink attacker slashed away at Mike as he backed away, trying to dodge each swing of her sword. His body wasn't fast enough, and he couldn't resort to blocking with the vectors as he tossed Zeke across the room. A strike brushed his left cheek. It stung, but Mike felt lucky that his head wasn't taken off. After he had abided by Zeke's command, Mike grew on the offensive, but even after her faulty swordplay left many chances to kill her, Mike couldn't perform the coup de grace.
'Darn it. Halfway through a massacre and I have to go and grow a conscience.
Mike spotted an opening and slammed a vectoral fist into her stomach. She dropped the sword as the punch brought her to her knee's. He breathed out, after holding it in during most of the fight. His sudden relaxation allowed a vector to snake it's way out of his mental grasp and cut the nymph across the chest, killing her.
Mike watched as the blood sprayed out of her body, and as her eyes slowly turned lifeless.
Bile pooled in the back of his throat. He tried to avoid looking at the floor. There was so much death in the room. 'and,Mike added, A large portion of it was me.
He jogged after Zeke and saw that he was in a fight with a human. A fight of physical prowess. Zeke's forte, that. He can handle himself in a one on one.
Still, I can't imagine where the other two are. THey couldn't have kept ignoring this. That explosion took out half the room.
Mike glanced around. He saw several upturned tables, and climbed over one. As he turned his head, he saw whit turn his gun to point directly at his head. A sudden burst of adreniline shot through Mike's body. As it reached his brain, a vector took the impulse to protect Mike just as Whit fired. It wasn't fast enough. The vector managed to redirect the bullet to graze Mike's ear. The second shot stopped dead in the vector, followed by the third. Whit took to the idea that he couldn't get a bullet through, and instead shot his pressurised air bubble towards Mike. Both vecors blocked, and Mike was tossed backwards. Before Whit could allow his gun to charge another shot, Mike leaped forwards and landed only a few feet from the end of the gun. Mike could see Whit concentrate on a train of thought, possibly about range. He decided to attemt to back away before firing again.
"Don't interfere" Mike said aloud.
He stood there with his arms crossed as Whit reacted to his statement. No, to his order. Mike knew he was at least a threat to Whit's life so long as the game was going on.
The pink attacker slashed away at Mike as he backed away, trying to dodge each swing of her sword. His body wasn't fast enough, and he couldn't resort to blocking with the vectors as he tossed Zeke across the room. A strike brushed his left cheek. It stung, but Mike felt lucky that his head wasn't taken off. After he had abided by Zeke's command, Mike grew on the offensive, but even after her faulty swordplay left many chances to kill her, Mike couldn't perform the coup de grace.
'Darn it. Halfway through a massacre and I have to go and grow a conscience.
Mike spotted an opening and slammed a vectoral fist into her stomach. She dropped the sword as the punch brought her to her knee's. He breathed out, after holding it in during most of the fight. His sudden relaxation allowed a vector to snake it's way out of his mental grasp and cut the nymph across the chest, killing her.
Mike watched as the blood sprayed out of her body, and as her eyes slowly turned lifeless.
Bile pooled in the back of his throat. He tried to avoid looking at the floor. There was so much death in the room. 'and,Mike added, A large portion of it was me.
He jogged after Zeke and saw that he was in a fight with a human. A fight of physical prowess. Zeke's forte, that. He can handle himself in a one on one.
Still, I can't imagine where the other two are. THey couldn't have kept ignoring this. That explosion took out half the room.
Mike glanced around. He saw several upturned tables, and climbed over one. As he turned his head, he saw whit turn his gun to point directly at his head. A sudden burst of adreniline shot through Mike's body. As it reached his brain, a vector took the impulse to protect Mike just as Whit fired. It wasn't fast enough. The vector managed to redirect the bullet to graze Mike's ear. The second shot stopped dead in the vector, followed by the third. Whit took to the idea that he couldn't get a bullet through, and instead shot his pressurised air bubble towards Mike. Both vecors blocked, and Mike was tossed backwards. Before Whit could allow his gun to charge another shot, Mike leaped forwards and landed only a few feet from the end of the gun. Mike could see Whit concentrate on a train of thought, possibly about range. He decided to attemt to back away before firing again.
"Don't interfere" Mike said aloud.
He stood there with his arms crossed as Whit reacted to his statement. No, to his order. Mike knew he was at least a threat to Whit's life so long as the game was going on.