Re: Battle Royale! Round 6: Wainwright Omega 57
02-22-2010, 04:04 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Lankie.
Zeke flew through the air, spinning rapidly. He smashed through some metal doors and slid across the hallway floor, Zeke forcibly stopped himself by dragging his blades across the floor. He stood up, noticing his left shoulder dislocated, barely anything compared to what Zeke has gone through before, “Always playing with your toys.†Zeke defiantly relocated his shoulder, “Fine. Let's play.†Zeke dashed off to the left of the corridor.
Whit watched as Zeke fled. He was almost disappointed, but then smiled at the fact that Zeke now runs from him, like a coward. He quickly popped his head back into his truck and scanned the area, the blinking green light that was Zeke ran through the hallways. He closed the door and drilled underground.
Zeke ran through the hallowed hallways of the building, going so fast that he skidded to go round corners. He was familiar with what vehicle Whit was in, well almost. Zeke remembers from his own universe, a fearsome creature, the size of a bus, which buried into the ground, launching up to attack its prey. Needless to say, it kills a lot people, but Zeke has killed a lot them as well. He eventually found an equipment room of sorts. He rummaged through the various mining equipment until he found a heavy sledge hammer, it was made of odd metal, had a red hew to it, seemed pretty solid. Zeke simply waited, he held the hammer the wrong way round, with the handle facing the floor. Soon the familiar sound of heavy rumbling came into existence; Zeke tightened his grip, his advanced reflexes ready.
The drill burst through straight where Zeke stood, he leapt out of the way the instant the drill punctured the ground. With a mighty swing, Zeke plunged the handle of the hammer straight into the monsters maw. Sparks flew as the surprisingly resilient hammer stopped the drills process, soon the drill slowed, its contours visibly ruined.
Whit saw a myriad of warning screens flash up. The most prominent being ‘Drill jammed'.
Zeke flew through the air, spinning rapidly. He smashed through some metal doors and slid across the hallway floor, Zeke forcibly stopped himself by dragging his blades across the floor. He stood up, noticing his left shoulder dislocated, barely anything compared to what Zeke has gone through before, “Always playing with your toys.†Zeke defiantly relocated his shoulder, “Fine. Let's play.†Zeke dashed off to the left of the corridor.
Whit watched as Zeke fled. He was almost disappointed, but then smiled at the fact that Zeke now runs from him, like a coward. He quickly popped his head back into his truck and scanned the area, the blinking green light that was Zeke ran through the hallways. He closed the door and drilled underground.
Zeke ran through the hallowed hallways of the building, going so fast that he skidded to go round corners. He was familiar with what vehicle Whit was in, well almost. Zeke remembers from his own universe, a fearsome creature, the size of a bus, which buried into the ground, launching up to attack its prey. Needless to say, it kills a lot people, but Zeke has killed a lot them as well. He eventually found an equipment room of sorts. He rummaged through the various mining equipment until he found a heavy sledge hammer, it was made of odd metal, had a red hew to it, seemed pretty solid. Zeke simply waited, he held the hammer the wrong way round, with the handle facing the floor. Soon the familiar sound of heavy rumbling came into existence; Zeke tightened his grip, his advanced reflexes ready.
The drill burst through straight where Zeke stood, he leapt out of the way the instant the drill punctured the ground. With a mighty swing, Zeke plunged the handle of the hammer straight into the monsters maw. Sparks flew as the surprisingly resilient hammer stopped the drills process, soon the drill slowed, its contours visibly ruined.
Whit saw a myriad of warning screens flash up. The most prominent being ‘Drill jammed'.