Re: Battle Royale! Round 6: Wainwright Omega 57
02-21-2010, 08:55 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Drakenforge.
'I will have to educate him it seems', The force using Mike mused to itself, 'Silly boy. For all his skills, he hadn't noticed any of the changes in the way I and Mike behave.'
Mike lashed a vector out to the side, cutting through a small panel next to the door he had came through. It fizzed, crackled, and sparked before the door automatically slammed shut with a metallic whump.
"I got no strings", Mike started, holding his arms up, "To hold me down... Ah, but of course you wouldn't get it."
He kicked off the ground and soared to the ceiling. The vectors dug in, forcing his feet into the metal. He gazed down, or his up, to see a toolbox right in front of his eyes. It crashed into Mike's forehead, obliterating the contact with the vectors. They vanished, and he fell to the floor, slower than normal. Mike hit the ground knee first, then dove to the side on instinct. A wrench slammed into the wall behind where Mike had been.
Zeke was standing on a walkway, tossing a screwdriver into the air and catching it.
"Better find those strings then. I'd hate to kill you this easily" Zeke remarked with a cold, blank gaze.
Mime smiled. something in his head went 'click' and the vectors appeared again. He sprinted across the floor, random tools only barely missing him or bouncing off the vectors. The then skidded into a slide underneath a large, white vehicle.
Mike quickly rolled onto his back, and using his legs and artificial killing machines, he hit the base of the machine with every ounce of force he could muster. It didn't gain much momentum, but it eventually smashed into the walkway, breaking it. Mike hung limlpy onto the base, searching for Zeke. Before he could move his eyes twice Zeke's boots slammed into his chest.
Mike heard the pleasent thunk as the boots connected not with flesh, but with concrete. The vectors didn't aim for Zeke's leg like they would have meer hours ago, but instead sliced easily through the bandaged holding the slab in place. They both got a hold of it just as Zeke guarded himself with his wrist blades instead of holding onto the edge of the large object. The slab impacted off them, throwing Zeke through the air with nothing to right himself. The dust cought in the back of his mouth as he saw Mike wave his hand away from his head as a gesture, before ripping through the reinforced wall on the other side of the room and causing a small collapse to bar his escape route moments after its creation.
Mike crawled through the corridors on his vectors trying rooms and halls. He was searching for anything useful. Ammo, weapons, detonation sequance activators, ANYTHING that he could pull out at the last moment.
He gazed down at his left arm. It wasn't responding well anymore. 'Synthetic peice of crap' The controller remarked. But at least it was a back up plan.
Mike arrived in a small room laden with tools. Highly advanced pieces of equipment hung from the walls of the corridor-like room. Mike ran a hand over each, attempting to gauge their uses. On near the end appeared like a chainsaw with a wide mouth at one end instead of a blade.
He lifted it gingerly and gripped the handles, one of the side with buttons, the other on the roof.
He noticed a large square switch next to his thumb and flicked it. The gizmo whirred to life, and remained silent thereafter. His index finger brushed what he would call a trigger. Mike grinned, and turned to face the doorway. He gave the trigger an experimental tug and the mouth shot out a large orange burst of energy, melting a large hole through several walls.
He tugged on it again, this time holding it down, and the beam erupted once more, but remained at a steady length.
Mike had found a very good thing. So he broke it. A clean cut through the middle tore it in half.
His powers were way too similer to the machine, and it was too bulky. Useless for him. He continued his search through the facility, activating lights as he went.
'I will have to educate him it seems', The force using Mike mused to itself, 'Silly boy. For all his skills, he hadn't noticed any of the changes in the way I and Mike behave.'
Mike lashed a vector out to the side, cutting through a small panel next to the door he had came through. It fizzed, crackled, and sparked before the door automatically slammed shut with a metallic whump.
"I got no strings", Mike started, holding his arms up, "To hold me down... Ah, but of course you wouldn't get it."
He kicked off the ground and soared to the ceiling. The vectors dug in, forcing his feet into the metal. He gazed down, or his up, to see a toolbox right in front of his eyes. It crashed into Mike's forehead, obliterating the contact with the vectors. They vanished, and he fell to the floor, slower than normal. Mike hit the ground knee first, then dove to the side on instinct. A wrench slammed into the wall behind where Mike had been.
Zeke was standing on a walkway, tossing a screwdriver into the air and catching it.
"Better find those strings then. I'd hate to kill you this easily" Zeke remarked with a cold, blank gaze.
Mime smiled. something in his head went 'click' and the vectors appeared again. He sprinted across the floor, random tools only barely missing him or bouncing off the vectors. The then skidded into a slide underneath a large, white vehicle.
Mike quickly rolled onto his back, and using his legs and artificial killing machines, he hit the base of the machine with every ounce of force he could muster. It didn't gain much momentum, but it eventually smashed into the walkway, breaking it. Mike hung limlpy onto the base, searching for Zeke. Before he could move his eyes twice Zeke's boots slammed into his chest.
Mike heard the pleasent thunk as the boots connected not with flesh, but with concrete. The vectors didn't aim for Zeke's leg like they would have meer hours ago, but instead sliced easily through the bandaged holding the slab in place. They both got a hold of it just as Zeke guarded himself with his wrist blades instead of holding onto the edge of the large object. The slab impacted off them, throwing Zeke through the air with nothing to right himself. The dust cought in the back of his mouth as he saw Mike wave his hand away from his head as a gesture, before ripping through the reinforced wall on the other side of the room and causing a small collapse to bar his escape route moments after its creation.
Mike crawled through the corridors on his vectors trying rooms and halls. He was searching for anything useful. Ammo, weapons, detonation sequance activators, ANYTHING that he could pull out at the last moment.
He gazed down at his left arm. It wasn't responding well anymore. 'Synthetic peice of crap' The controller remarked. But at least it was a back up plan.
Mike arrived in a small room laden with tools. Highly advanced pieces of equipment hung from the walls of the corridor-like room. Mike ran a hand over each, attempting to gauge their uses. On near the end appeared like a chainsaw with a wide mouth at one end instead of a blade.
He lifted it gingerly and gripped the handles, one of the side with buttons, the other on the roof.
He noticed a large square switch next to his thumb and flicked it. The gizmo whirred to life, and remained silent thereafter. His index finger brushed what he would call a trigger. Mike grinned, and turned to face the doorway. He gave the trigger an experimental tug and the mouth shot out a large orange burst of energy, melting a large hole through several walls.
He tugged on it again, this time holding it down, and the beam erupted once more, but remained at a steady length.
Mike had found a very good thing. So he broke it. A clean cut through the middle tore it in half.
His powers were way too similer to the machine, and it was too bulky. Useless for him. He continued his search through the facility, activating lights as he went.