Re: Battle Royale! Round 5: Monte Casino
02-03-2010, 10:30 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Drakenforge.
Mike chuckled with a pleasant laugh.
"Oh Whit, how I pity you. You actually hope to win. That must put a lot of pressure on you. No, I think I'll just stay here to have fun. I don't want to kill, but I never said I wouldn't fight you. The thrill of the battle. The exhilaration that punds my heart even now"
Mike dropped the vectors to peer between them.
"Netter put on some coffee. This WILL be a drawn out fight Whit!"
Mike sidestepped and launched a table Whit-wards, but it was shot out of the air quickly. Mike took the meagre opening to circle around Whit. After a third of a cricle the way around, he changed direction and charged Whit, intending to take the fight into close quarters.
Whit smirked. Mike didn't have a second to react to Whit's plot as the floor just ahead of him burst open showering him in splinters.
I should have known it was too easy
Mike managed to grab onto the edge of the floorboards as his body flailed in the darkness. He didn't dare look down. If the last round was any example of what happened when you broke what was supposed to be intact, he would regret it. Whit peered over the edge towards Mike's helpless face. Just as he was about to mutter something, a black wave lashed out at him from a direction Mike couldn't see and he dodged out of the way. The sound of Whit's godgun rang out. Mike brought his other hand up and tried to pull himself free. A shadow loomed over him from behind.
You bore me like that. If I wanted a loser I would have sent one. I wont let your powers go to waste if it's the last thing I do. Incidentally, it might be at that
Mike froze in fear at the sound of the dark voice. He swung his head around to see the black void of a person that stood over him.
He tried to scream as the void seperated itself from the lifeless corpse and swan it's way down his gullet, but no sound escaped. Utter terror gripped Mike as his mind and soul were shattered and what remained eternally banished from himself. The last thoughts than ran through his body were the orders to his fingers to go limp.
As Mike fell into the abyss, something took over. It settled in nicely, as if his form was practically ment to suite it.
The waitress' corpse was added to the numbers on the floor.
And Mike was no more.
At least, in the sense of being Mike.
Mike chuckled with a pleasant laugh.
"Oh Whit, how I pity you. You actually hope to win. That must put a lot of pressure on you. No, I think I'll just stay here to have fun. I don't want to kill, but I never said I wouldn't fight you. The thrill of the battle. The exhilaration that punds my heart even now"
Mike dropped the vectors to peer between them.
"Netter put on some coffee. This WILL be a drawn out fight Whit!"
Mike sidestepped and launched a table Whit-wards, but it was shot out of the air quickly. Mike took the meagre opening to circle around Whit. After a third of a cricle the way around, he changed direction and charged Whit, intending to take the fight into close quarters.
Whit smirked. Mike didn't have a second to react to Whit's plot as the floor just ahead of him burst open showering him in splinters.
I should have known it was too easy
Mike managed to grab onto the edge of the floorboards as his body flailed in the darkness. He didn't dare look down. If the last round was any example of what happened when you broke what was supposed to be intact, he would regret it. Whit peered over the edge towards Mike's helpless face. Just as he was about to mutter something, a black wave lashed out at him from a direction Mike couldn't see and he dodged out of the way. The sound of Whit's godgun rang out. Mike brought his other hand up and tried to pull himself free. A shadow loomed over him from behind.
You bore me like that. If I wanted a loser I would have sent one. I wont let your powers go to waste if it's the last thing I do. Incidentally, it might be at that
Mike froze in fear at the sound of the dark voice. He swung his head around to see the black void of a person that stood over him.
He tried to scream as the void seperated itself from the lifeless corpse and swan it's way down his gullet, but no sound escaped. Utter terror gripped Mike as his mind and soul were shattered and what remained eternally banished from himself. The last thoughts than ran through his body were the orders to his fingers to go limp.
As Mike fell into the abyss, something took over. It settled in nicely, as if his form was practically ment to suite it.
The waitress' corpse was added to the numbers on the floor.
And Mike was no more.
At least, in the sense of being Mike.