Re: Battle Royale! Round 6: Wainwright Omega 57
02-26-2010, 05:50 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Drakenforge.
Across from the tool cupboard, Mike found a room containing various types of metals. Some were in large thick plates, others in pipes and similer shapes.
"Too long have I been batted around by that gun. Well, Mike was anyway. Let's get practical" Mike said as he stretched out his interlocked fingers. He tested several plates for their strength and density by plunging a high frequency vector into it's side and cetting off sections of each. He found a gray, unknown metal reacted badly to cutting, but when he punched it, it hardly dented. Seeing the force would be slamming and not slicing, Mike chose it. He created a small hole in the center as a grip, and as he rounded it into a circuler shape he heard a loud rumbling approaching. He turned to face the direction of the sound to see a large shape bore through the floor upwards, spraying shrapnell and shelves around the room.
Mike ducked behind his impromptu shield, staring through the hole. He saw Zeke right himself on the cieling of a large industrial mining drill, or the futuristic equilevent of it at least.
He looked through the front to see a grinning Whit at the controls, adjusting gears and levers.
Mike stood in front of it as it attempted to pass.
"Come and have a go..." He said, squaring his shoulders.
Across from the tool cupboard, Mike found a room containing various types of metals. Some were in large thick plates, others in pipes and similer shapes.
"Too long have I been batted around by that gun. Well, Mike was anyway. Let's get practical" Mike said as he stretched out his interlocked fingers. He tested several plates for their strength and density by plunging a high frequency vector into it's side and cetting off sections of each. He found a gray, unknown metal reacted badly to cutting, but when he punched it, it hardly dented. Seeing the force would be slamming and not slicing, Mike chose it. He created a small hole in the center as a grip, and as he rounded it into a circuler shape he heard a loud rumbling approaching. He turned to face the direction of the sound to see a large shape bore through the floor upwards, spraying shrapnell and shelves around the room.
Mike ducked behind his impromptu shield, staring through the hole. He saw Zeke right himself on the cieling of a large industrial mining drill, or the futuristic equilevent of it at least.
He looked through the front to see a grinning Whit at the controls, adjusting gears and levers.
Mike stood in front of it as it attempted to pass.
"Come and have a go..." He said, squaring his shoulders.