Re: Mini-Grand 5101 [Round 1: RMS Titanic]
06-06-2011, 05:49 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by BlastYoBoots.
The winged warrior stumbled backward – mortally stunned – clawing protectively over the glowing weak spot into which he'd injected about half of his eighty-round clip. Was this really going to be so easy?
Deathwing uncovered his precious power source, and stared. Not a scratch! And the thin cloth meant to obscure it had not a hole to be found.
He began to laugh.
Guess not. Confirming his (impressive) aim, Nathan leveled his laser sight at the core and unloaded the remainder of his clip before dashing through the halls yet again. His invulnerable adversary – who had paused to cackle ominously – shortly resumed pursuit, far closer than before.
This deck was mostly bare, now. Aside from the occasional serving cart (or corpse, when they doubled back on some of the cyborg's previous paths), there was little he could topple to obstruct his foe's way. His rapidly approaching foe.
Dammit! I can't beat this guy if I don't lose him first, and I doubt this ship has any fusion-grade blast doors I can hide behind. That cannon of his could tear this ship apart! Best I can hope for is maybe triggering a scripted event, if I run far enough.
Deathwing tore down the halls after the gamer, often literally tearing them down with his wings as he stampeded through the deck. This brat is rather slow for someone so lightly armed. Blasting him would be so easy, but a bit farther and I'll have him in my physical grasp. Now, wouldn't that be fun? Just need to close the distance a bit, a few more yards...
The cat that dashed out from the corner in front of them went entirely unnoticed. The giant bird, obviously, did not.
"KE KE KE KE KE KE!"
Nathan narrowly avoided the multicolored missile as it sped around the corner, trilling and squawking excitedly. Running up along the wall to speed its turn, Kekarie knocked the cyborg on his back with a dismissive air-bullet, racing over his prone body after a terrified feline.
When Deathwing righted himself, both the kid and the bird had escaped in different directions. He couldn't hear either of their footsteps; he was alone.
The winged warrior stumbled backward – mortally stunned – clawing protectively over the glowing weak spot into which he'd injected about half of his eighty-round clip. Was this really going to be so easy?
Deathwing uncovered his precious power source, and stared. Not a scratch! And the thin cloth meant to obscure it had not a hole to be found.
He began to laugh.
Guess not. Confirming his (impressive) aim, Nathan leveled his laser sight at the core and unloaded the remainder of his clip before dashing through the halls yet again. His invulnerable adversary – who had paused to cackle ominously – shortly resumed pursuit, far closer than before.
This deck was mostly bare, now. Aside from the occasional serving cart (or corpse, when they doubled back on some of the cyborg's previous paths), there was little he could topple to obstruct his foe's way. His rapidly approaching foe.
Dammit! I can't beat this guy if I don't lose him first, and I doubt this ship has any fusion-grade blast doors I can hide behind. That cannon of his could tear this ship apart! Best I can hope for is maybe triggering a scripted event, if I run far enough.
Deathwing tore down the halls after the gamer, often literally tearing them down with his wings as he stampeded through the deck. This brat is rather slow for someone so lightly armed. Blasting him would be so easy, but a bit farther and I'll have him in my physical grasp. Now, wouldn't that be fun? Just need to close the distance a bit, a few more yards...
The cat that dashed out from the corner in front of them went entirely unnoticed. The giant bird, obviously, did not.
"KE KE KE KE KE KE!"
Nathan narrowly avoided the multicolored missile as it sped around the corner, trilling and squawking excitedly. Running up along the wall to speed its turn, Kekarie knocked the cyborg on his back with a dismissive air-bullet, racing over his prone body after a terrified feline.
When Deathwing righted himself, both the kid and the bird had escaped in different directions. He couldn't hear either of their footsteps; he was alone.