Re: Battle Royale! Round 6: Wainwright Omega 57
02-28-2010, 01:39 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by MyifanW.
Out of the corner of his eye, Whit saw Mike, waiting. It seemed Mike expected him to attack. However, Whit had better things to do, specifically drilling back to the surface, which he was already in the process of doing. Something was waiting for him up there, he could feel it throughout his entire being.
Mike sneered at Whit and his cowardly nature. As soon as he could no longer see Whit's truck, Mike dashed forward. A tunnel was being formed already, and many rocks were falling down on Mike. Absently, the vectors swatted them aside, and Mike leapt into the hole, easily climbing up due to the low gravity. In front of him was the back of the drilltruck, and Zeke. Noting his presense, Zeke raised his hammer at Mike, obviously prepared to throw it. Niehter of them moved for a moment, communing silently. Finally, Zeke spoke up.
"Truce, for now."
Zeke's demand was concise and simple. Mike nodded. Right now was a wonderful opportunity to take out Whit, who both of them hated more than they wanted to kill each other. Zeke dropped the hammer and clung to the side of the rocky tunnel, allowing Mike to pass to where he was standing. Zeke trusted that their common hatred for Whit was great, but would execute Mike as soon as he noticed any betrayal. No betrayal came. Mike simply smiled and made small talk, and lifted a strange gun. Then, he put it back down, commenting that using it here at this range would be too dangerous. Instead, his vectors begun carving. Swiftly, like a saw, the vectors cut against the same area multiple times, wearing out the thick hull of the truck. Quickly, he had cut a cube in the back of the truck, and began pushing on it. Suddenly, he realized something.
Whit heard the cutting, and it was obvious what was going on. Turning in his seat, he fired the godgun at the clear marks in the back. The metal square in the back flew out, and he was rewarded by a yelp from Mike, who managed to block the chunk of metal he cut but was forced down the tunnel by it's weight. Whit's blood ran cold, though, when he realized it was Mike and not Zeke, who he expected. Assuring Whit's fears, Zeke took the initiative and ducked through the hole and did a handspring, sending himself flying at Whit.
Time always seemed to move slowly for Whit when people got too close, especially Zeke. A flash of light burst as Zeke's blades popped out. Barely having time to react, Whit swung his arm in front of him, in a rudimentary parry. Zeke's blade cut into his outstretched arm, but no further or deeper- the lack of gravity gave Zeke's attacks no weight. Whit grit his teeth in pain, but couldn't let the chance go by. He shot his fist out like a boxer, bracing himself against the dashboard to lose no force. Zeke caught the blow in his hand, and gripped Whit's fist, avoiding being thrown back by the lack of gravity. With a sick look on his face, Zeke grinned and spat words.
"Looks like your luck finally ran out, Gambler!"
Pulling on Whit's hand, Zeke drew himself forwar. And swung his other hand towards Whit's neck. Then, the truck shook to a stop, throwing Zeke's attack off completely and sending him into the truck's ceiling. Instantly, he jumped away, realizing Whit's 3 second recharge was up. Leaving the truck and sliding into one of it's blind spots, he saw that the sudden shake was the vehicle getting back to the surface. Zeke made an annoyed face.
"looks like you still hold some of that luck, I suppose..."
Then, Zeke noticed Mike climb out of the tunnel, and smiled.
"I suppose we'll just have to strip that luck right out of you, then."
Alhough Zeke's comments were mostly to himself, Whit was listening. As he unbuckled himself, he responded with confidence.
"You'll never be able to do that. My fate supercedes yours."
Glancing briefly out the window, Whit saw Wainwright 57. The colony was strange looking and broken, now. Eyes alone wouldn't be able to tell that the colony was on the edge of self-destruction. However, in the moment Whit looked, he became certain that the colony had the most potenial for chance. Mentally, he added targeting the colony to his plans... Two of which involved killing the other contestants.
Out of the corner of his eye, Whit saw Mike, waiting. It seemed Mike expected him to attack. However, Whit had better things to do, specifically drilling back to the surface, which he was already in the process of doing. Something was waiting for him up there, he could feel it throughout his entire being.
Mike sneered at Whit and his cowardly nature. As soon as he could no longer see Whit's truck, Mike dashed forward. A tunnel was being formed already, and many rocks were falling down on Mike. Absently, the vectors swatted them aside, and Mike leapt into the hole, easily climbing up due to the low gravity. In front of him was the back of the drilltruck, and Zeke. Noting his presense, Zeke raised his hammer at Mike, obviously prepared to throw it. Niehter of them moved for a moment, communing silently. Finally, Zeke spoke up.
"Truce, for now."
Zeke's demand was concise and simple. Mike nodded. Right now was a wonderful opportunity to take out Whit, who both of them hated more than they wanted to kill each other. Zeke dropped the hammer and clung to the side of the rocky tunnel, allowing Mike to pass to where he was standing. Zeke trusted that their common hatred for Whit was great, but would execute Mike as soon as he noticed any betrayal. No betrayal came. Mike simply smiled and made small talk, and lifted a strange gun. Then, he put it back down, commenting that using it here at this range would be too dangerous. Instead, his vectors begun carving. Swiftly, like a saw, the vectors cut against the same area multiple times, wearing out the thick hull of the truck. Quickly, he had cut a cube in the back of the truck, and began pushing on it. Suddenly, he realized something.
Whit heard the cutting, and it was obvious what was going on. Turning in his seat, he fired the godgun at the clear marks in the back. The metal square in the back flew out, and he was rewarded by a yelp from Mike, who managed to block the chunk of metal he cut but was forced down the tunnel by it's weight. Whit's blood ran cold, though, when he realized it was Mike and not Zeke, who he expected. Assuring Whit's fears, Zeke took the initiative and ducked through the hole and did a handspring, sending himself flying at Whit.
Time always seemed to move slowly for Whit when people got too close, especially Zeke. A flash of light burst as Zeke's blades popped out. Barely having time to react, Whit swung his arm in front of him, in a rudimentary parry. Zeke's blade cut into his outstretched arm, but no further or deeper- the lack of gravity gave Zeke's attacks no weight. Whit grit his teeth in pain, but couldn't let the chance go by. He shot his fist out like a boxer, bracing himself against the dashboard to lose no force. Zeke caught the blow in his hand, and gripped Whit's fist, avoiding being thrown back by the lack of gravity. With a sick look on his face, Zeke grinned and spat words.
"Looks like your luck finally ran out, Gambler!"
Pulling on Whit's hand, Zeke drew himself forwar. And swung his other hand towards Whit's neck. Then, the truck shook to a stop, throwing Zeke's attack off completely and sending him into the truck's ceiling. Instantly, he jumped away, realizing Whit's 3 second recharge was up. Leaving the truck and sliding into one of it's blind spots, he saw that the sudden shake was the vehicle getting back to the surface. Zeke made an annoyed face.
"looks like you still hold some of that luck, I suppose..."
Then, Zeke noticed Mike climb out of the tunnel, and smiled.
"I suppose we'll just have to strip that luck right out of you, then."
Alhough Zeke's comments were mostly to himself, Whit was listening. As he unbuckled himself, he responded with confidence.
"You'll never be able to do that. My fate supercedes yours."
Glancing briefly out the window, Whit saw Wainwright 57. The colony was strange looking and broken, now. Eyes alone wouldn't be able to tell that the colony was on the edge of self-destruction. However, in the moment Whit looked, he became certain that the colony had the most potenial for chance. Mentally, he added targeting the colony to his plans... Two of which involved killing the other contestants.