Re: Intense Struggle Season 2! (Round 1: Training Facility ONX)
09-15-2010, 08:37 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by GreyGabe.
Marcus breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, most of those ugly sons of bitches were dead. There were still a few coming in at a slow trickle, but they were easily taken care of. Dekowin had moved forward again, cutting down anything stupid enough to come within two meters. The slow-down was just in time, too. His leg was now back to a still dull, yet insistent ache, which was definitely a bad sign. If it was this strong already, he could only imagine how it would be in a little while… Oh. Wait. Nevermind. In a little while, he wouldn’t have to worry about his leg bothering him ever again. Unless he killed someone, which was not what he wanted to do. Still, he decided that he had better at least consider it. But who? The girl was out. He couldn’t bring himself to kill a little kid. Charlie? Not in this time-frame. Reudic? How do you kill a big floating plant? Maybe some incendiary grenades… Karen? Maybe. If he caught her by surprise, almost definitely. Still, he liked her guts. Look at her going to town on that worm thing! Not very effective, but still…
Dekowin? Doable, probably. He’d have to take care of it fast, though. Probably not best right now. Sarika… certainly. But he liked her, and she’d saved his ass… several times. So, that just left…
A piece of cloth wrapped itself around his head and went taut, pulling him off balance.
“Mmmf! Mmmmfer Fmmfer!”
“Take that!”
Attempting to roll over, a kick took him in the stomach, once, twice. The armor, combined with the pain blocker, stopped it from hurting, but it was still far from enjoyable. Another kick, this time in the chest. And… now! Marcus grabbed his assailant by the foot, yanking him off balance. Marcus rolled over fully and got to his feet, whipping the cloth away from his face. A towel? He glared down at Lloyd as he tossed it aside.
“Hey! That’s 100% genuine Egyptian cotton! It’s expensive!”
Marcus drew a pistol from his hip pointed it at Lloyd. “Yes, I noticed the high quality and superior thread count when you were using it to blind me. Just what were you hoping to accomplish with that, anyway?”
“Hmm? Oh, nothing. I just wanted to distract you while she got behind you with the knife!”
“…”
“…”
“You didn’t actually think that would work, did you?”
“Eh, it was worth a shot.”
A loud screeching from behind Marcus interrupted. His turned his head to see the worm rushing down at Karen, while she stood stock still. Her muscles seemed to be straining, and her face was set in a determined grimace. At the last possible second, she swung her blade around with a visible, herculean effort, and the air seemed to ripple in an arc towards the beast. Her blade sheared right through the creature’s neck, killing it almost instantly. Karen fell over backwards, seemingly exhausted and muttering to herself.
“Holy shi--”
Marcus was knocked over from behind. What was this, the second or third time today? Jeeze. He and Lloyd struggled on the ground. Marcus had the upper hand in the area of strength, but Lloyd was surprisingly quick and hard to get a grip on. Finally, Lloyd sprang away, holding something in his hand. One of Marcus’s pistols. He held it firmly, his stance the perfect text-book example.
“So! What now, Mr. White?”
Marcus stood slowly, drawing one of his other pistols and leveling it at Lloyd’s head.
“Good question.”
Marcus had gotten turned around during their scuffle, and was now in the perfect position to see the halves of the worm-creature shifting and moving.
“A very, very good question.”
Marcus breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, most of those ugly sons of bitches were dead. There were still a few coming in at a slow trickle, but they were easily taken care of. Dekowin had moved forward again, cutting down anything stupid enough to come within two meters. The slow-down was just in time, too. His leg was now back to a still dull, yet insistent ache, which was definitely a bad sign. If it was this strong already, he could only imagine how it would be in a little while… Oh. Wait. Nevermind. In a little while, he wouldn’t have to worry about his leg bothering him ever again. Unless he killed someone, which was not what he wanted to do. Still, he decided that he had better at least consider it. But who? The girl was out. He couldn’t bring himself to kill a little kid. Charlie? Not in this time-frame. Reudic? How do you kill a big floating plant? Maybe some incendiary grenades… Karen? Maybe. If he caught her by surprise, almost definitely. Still, he liked her guts. Look at her going to town on that worm thing! Not very effective, but still…
Dekowin? Doable, probably. He’d have to take care of it fast, though. Probably not best right now. Sarika… certainly. But he liked her, and she’d saved his ass… several times. So, that just left…
A piece of cloth wrapped itself around his head and went taut, pulling him off balance.
“Mmmf! Mmmmfer Fmmfer!”
“Take that!”
Attempting to roll over, a kick took him in the stomach, once, twice. The armor, combined with the pain blocker, stopped it from hurting, but it was still far from enjoyable. Another kick, this time in the chest. And… now! Marcus grabbed his assailant by the foot, yanking him off balance. Marcus rolled over fully and got to his feet, whipping the cloth away from his face. A towel? He glared down at Lloyd as he tossed it aside.
“Hey! That’s 100% genuine Egyptian cotton! It’s expensive!”
Marcus drew a pistol from his hip pointed it at Lloyd. “Yes, I noticed the high quality and superior thread count when you were using it to blind me. Just what were you hoping to accomplish with that, anyway?”
“Hmm? Oh, nothing. I just wanted to distract you while she got behind you with the knife!”
“…”
“…”
“You didn’t actually think that would work, did you?”
“Eh, it was worth a shot.”
A loud screeching from behind Marcus interrupted. His turned his head to see the worm rushing down at Karen, while she stood stock still. Her muscles seemed to be straining, and her face was set in a determined grimace. At the last possible second, she swung her blade around with a visible, herculean effort, and the air seemed to ripple in an arc towards the beast. Her blade sheared right through the creature’s neck, killing it almost instantly. Karen fell over backwards, seemingly exhausted and muttering to herself.
“Holy shi--”
Marcus was knocked over from behind. What was this, the second or third time today? Jeeze. He and Lloyd struggled on the ground. Marcus had the upper hand in the area of strength, but Lloyd was surprisingly quick and hard to get a grip on. Finally, Lloyd sprang away, holding something in his hand. One of Marcus’s pistols. He held it firmly, his stance the perfect text-book example.
“So! What now, Mr. White?”
Marcus stood slowly, drawing one of his other pistols and leveling it at Lloyd’s head.
“Good question.”
Marcus had gotten turned around during their scuffle, and was now in the perfect position to see the halves of the worm-creature shifting and moving.
“A very, very good question.”