Re: Battle Royale! Round 5: Monte Casino
02-04-2010, 08:30 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by MyifanW.
Whit gasped for air. His body ached from the impact, but he knew he wasn't hurt. There was no way he could be gravely injured...
He stood, and noticed a fragment of wood Jutting out of his side. He began to let out a scream, but bit his tongue, as to not fully acknowledge the wound. Still...Fine, he was hurt.
"But there has to be a reason for it, right?" he muttered to himself. He wouldn't accept that chance had simply been against him, because in his mind, that was impossible. Chance was a mere agent of fate, and could do nothing but favor him. "There must be a reason... It must be something... I need to know. Yes, that's it. It's testing me, how much I trust Luck. Well... I trust it absolutely."
Whit yanked the wood out. It may have been painful, but he didn't acknowledge it. "It's just superficial damage. There's no chance that it could be anything more. It doesn't even hurt. Of course it doesn't."
He blankly stared ahead, remembering the situation. That man...Itzal? and Zeke stood there, in a stand off, neither moving. Whit let out a deep breath, and decided that he had been unnessasarily reserved. He fired the Godgun at Zeke, and pulled out his spare pistol. Whatever happened happened, and Whit knew it would all play out in his favor.
Whit gasped for air. His body ached from the impact, but he knew he wasn't hurt. There was no way he could be gravely injured...
He stood, and noticed a fragment of wood Jutting out of his side. He began to let out a scream, but bit his tongue, as to not fully acknowledge the wound. Still...Fine, he was hurt.
"But there has to be a reason for it, right?" he muttered to himself. He wouldn't accept that chance had simply been against him, because in his mind, that was impossible. Chance was a mere agent of fate, and could do nothing but favor him. "There must be a reason... It must be something... I need to know. Yes, that's it. It's testing me, how much I trust Luck. Well... I trust it absolutely."
Whit yanked the wood out. It may have been painful, but he didn't acknowledge it. "It's just superficial damage. There's no chance that it could be anything more. It doesn't even hurt. Of course it doesn't."
He blankly stared ahead, remembering the situation. That man...Itzal? and Zeke stood there, in a stand off, neither moving. Whit let out a deep breath, and decided that he had been unnessasarily reserved. He fired the Godgun at Zeke, and pulled out his spare pistol. Whatever happened happened, and Whit knew it would all play out in his favor.