Re: Battle Royale! Round 6: Wainwright Omega 57
03-02-2010, 12:20 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by MyifanW.
Although Whit was certain that he'd be the victor, he was at a loss as to what to do at the moment. The colony was too far away, to blurry in Whit's eyes. The only thing he could do was deal with what was in front of him.
Mike was coming closer now, with a rudimentary shield raised, and Zeke was along side of the truck, somewhere Whit couldn't see. Whit's mind raced for options, and quickly settled upon a hopeful one. Quickly redoing his Buckle, Whit fired his godgun at the side of the drill truck Zeke was on. The intense blunt force sent the vehicle spinning through the low gravity, and bounced off Zeke, who gave a grunt as he deflected the truck upwards. Taking advantage of his height, Whit activated the thrusters and flew into the gravity of another asteroid.
Behind him, Mike immediately followed, and Zeke leapt to a smaller, nearby one to flank. Whit spun and spun... And landed with a thud. Reevaluating his situation, he spotted Mike flying at him. Whit ducked out of his seat, slicing his harness with Itzal's knife in a smooth motion. Looking up again, Whit quickly saw that the drill was already aligned with the falling Mike's direction. With a small laugh, as if it were funny how chances favored him, Whit activate the drill.
Mike began screaming now, raising his shield hoping that it would deflect the force, but his vectors acted more prudently and shot downwards, dragging him to ground. Wasting no time, Whit activated a thruster sending the drill crashing down on Mike. The vectors branched out like the legs of a spider, and dug into the drill as it fell on Mike. With the speed of the drill and his vectors, Mike's vectors tangled around and pierced the mechanism, and found the internal components. The drill began to slow. Whit sneered, but was aware of his advantageous position. Forcibly, he drove the vehicle forward, Whit intending to drive the slowing drill directly into Mike. Suddenly, Whit felt a thump, and looked at the roof of the truck, almost surprised to see two blades piercing it. Zeke was here... Quickly as the blades entered the roof, they left. A tapping was heard as Zeke crawled towards the new back entrance to the truck.
Whit was shaking, now- he didn't enjoy the feeling of being closed in on. Still, he had to act... He drew his pistol, and waited for Zeke's entrance. Suddenly, he heard a crunch- Mike had ruined the drill completely, and the vectors were now coming through the front. As if just to make the situation worse, Whit's bleeding arm stung violently.
Unable to stay in the driver seat, Whit kicked open his door leaping out. At the same time, Zeke had dove in and tried to stab Whit again. Suddenly, with death a hair's length away, he realized the two were both fairly invested in the drill truck. Whit smiled as he fired at it, sending the vehicle spinning once again. Zeke, inside, was shaken up on the inside of the rapidly spinning broken vehicle, Whig was headed for a slightly further asteroid. Mike had been dragged away by it to, momentarily, before ripping out his vectors and lodging himself to the ground, commuting himself to attacking Whit.
Mike's vectors suddenly swung upwards, swatting away something red. Surprised, Mike glanced in the direction the bullet came from...
On a distant asteroid, Whir clung to the ground, a red crystal shooting gun in its hand, along with other things Whir had found. Whit, realizing the situation, laughed out loud. Before the end of the last round, Whit had arbitrarily given Whir the remainder of his chips- he wouldn't need them anymore, it seemed... And a meeting, with a being who had a common enemy with him? Fate was Clearly offering a chance that could not be missed. Now, Whit was indubitably glad he took that chance.
Although Whit was certain that he'd be the victor, he was at a loss as to what to do at the moment. The colony was too far away, to blurry in Whit's eyes. The only thing he could do was deal with what was in front of him.
Mike was coming closer now, with a rudimentary shield raised, and Zeke was along side of the truck, somewhere Whit couldn't see. Whit's mind raced for options, and quickly settled upon a hopeful one. Quickly redoing his Buckle, Whit fired his godgun at the side of the drill truck Zeke was on. The intense blunt force sent the vehicle spinning through the low gravity, and bounced off Zeke, who gave a grunt as he deflected the truck upwards. Taking advantage of his height, Whit activated the thrusters and flew into the gravity of another asteroid.
Behind him, Mike immediately followed, and Zeke leapt to a smaller, nearby one to flank. Whit spun and spun... And landed with a thud. Reevaluating his situation, he spotted Mike flying at him. Whit ducked out of his seat, slicing his harness with Itzal's knife in a smooth motion. Looking up again, Whit quickly saw that the drill was already aligned with the falling Mike's direction. With a small laugh, as if it were funny how chances favored him, Whit activate the drill.
Mike began screaming now, raising his shield hoping that it would deflect the force, but his vectors acted more prudently and shot downwards, dragging him to ground. Wasting no time, Whit activated a thruster sending the drill crashing down on Mike. The vectors branched out like the legs of a spider, and dug into the drill as it fell on Mike. With the speed of the drill and his vectors, Mike's vectors tangled around and pierced the mechanism, and found the internal components. The drill began to slow. Whit sneered, but was aware of his advantageous position. Forcibly, he drove the vehicle forward, Whit intending to drive the slowing drill directly into Mike. Suddenly, Whit felt a thump, and looked at the roof of the truck, almost surprised to see two blades piercing it. Zeke was here... Quickly as the blades entered the roof, they left. A tapping was heard as Zeke crawled towards the new back entrance to the truck.
Whit was shaking, now- he didn't enjoy the feeling of being closed in on. Still, he had to act... He drew his pistol, and waited for Zeke's entrance. Suddenly, he heard a crunch- Mike had ruined the drill completely, and the vectors were now coming through the front. As if just to make the situation worse, Whit's bleeding arm stung violently.
Unable to stay in the driver seat, Whit kicked open his door leaping out. At the same time, Zeke had dove in and tried to stab Whit again. Suddenly, with death a hair's length away, he realized the two were both fairly invested in the drill truck. Whit smiled as he fired at it, sending the vehicle spinning once again. Zeke, inside, was shaken up on the inside of the rapidly spinning broken vehicle, Whig was headed for a slightly further asteroid. Mike had been dragged away by it to, momentarily, before ripping out his vectors and lodging himself to the ground, commuting himself to attacking Whit.
Mike's vectors suddenly swung upwards, swatting away something red. Surprised, Mike glanced in the direction the bullet came from...
On a distant asteroid, Whir clung to the ground, a red crystal shooting gun in its hand, along with other things Whir had found. Whit, realizing the situation, laughed out loud. Before the end of the last round, Whit had arbitrarily given Whir the remainder of his chips- he wouldn't need them anymore, it seemed... And a meeting, with a being who had a common enemy with him? Fate was Clearly offering a chance that could not be missed. Now, Whit was indubitably glad he took that chance.