Re: Epic Clash Round 2 - The Wax Colosseum
03-13-2010, 01:19 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by suomynonAyletamitlU.
"... but sorry, not clever enough."
Spender once taught some junior agents a lesson in bragging at the climax to a fight. This is what he said: "Don't do it. Just kill them, and tell everyone later that you gave them a one-liner. You'll have plenty of time to think it up. Battles can be won or lost in the blink of an eye, and all the witticisms in the world won't save you from a rampaging Nightmare. If I hear any of you spouting lines when you could be saving lives, I'll kill you. Clear?"
It only took a partial transformation, but Spender went all the way, his engines swiveling around, letting him apply full thrust perpendicular to the chain, dragging Glere's TIE sideways.
Glere was expecting this. He knew that. But putting yourself in so obviously a bad position was just ridiculous. Without even checking to see if Glere was where he expected, he ripple-fired almost half his remaining rockets--not at him, but into the ground just in front of Glere, stirring up dust, making shrapnel, and in a few cases, causing ricocheting rockets to bounce back up, undetonated, before blasting in the open air.
The TIE had deflector shields, he suspected, ones that would keep the debris from doing any real harm. It was frankly beside the point. That steel cable was strong, but the ends were dumb hooks, with no cutoff, and it wasn't long enough for the fighter to make slack and release them. The only way the hooks would come off that fighter would be if they ripped through the structure, or if the other end was untied.
A coin appeared in his jacket, which Spender spent. All around him, forked pillars appeared out of the sky, ones that rained down, snagging the chains and pinning them immovably to the ground, dragging him and his mech, and almost immediately, Glere's ship, downwards.
Spender's craft landed on its feet to cushion the blow, and then dexterously threw off the chain, leveling his gun at the now captive audience, as Glere's flight path became an inwards spiral.
He didn't gloat, just blew several neat holes in the TIE before Glere had the chance to pull another trick and remove them. Then, kicking his engine back into gear, he rocketed skyward, both to get out of the crash zone, and get a better look at the surroundings, checking for any extra tricks or missed signs.
"... but sorry, not clever enough."
Spender once taught some junior agents a lesson in bragging at the climax to a fight. This is what he said: "Don't do it. Just kill them, and tell everyone later that you gave them a one-liner. You'll have plenty of time to think it up. Battles can be won or lost in the blink of an eye, and all the witticisms in the world won't save you from a rampaging Nightmare. If I hear any of you spouting lines when you could be saving lives, I'll kill you. Clear?"
It only took a partial transformation, but Spender went all the way, his engines swiveling around, letting him apply full thrust perpendicular to the chain, dragging Glere's TIE sideways.
Glere was expecting this. He knew that. But putting yourself in so obviously a bad position was just ridiculous. Without even checking to see if Glere was where he expected, he ripple-fired almost half his remaining rockets--not at him, but into the ground just in front of Glere, stirring up dust, making shrapnel, and in a few cases, causing ricocheting rockets to bounce back up, undetonated, before blasting in the open air.
The TIE had deflector shields, he suspected, ones that would keep the debris from doing any real harm. It was frankly beside the point. That steel cable was strong, but the ends were dumb hooks, with no cutoff, and it wasn't long enough for the fighter to make slack and release them. The only way the hooks would come off that fighter would be if they ripped through the structure, or if the other end was untied.
A coin appeared in his jacket, which Spender spent. All around him, forked pillars appeared out of the sky, ones that rained down, snagging the chains and pinning them immovably to the ground, dragging him and his mech, and almost immediately, Glere's ship, downwards.
Spender's craft landed on its feet to cushion the blow, and then dexterously threw off the chain, leveling his gun at the now captive audience, as Glere's flight path became an inwards spiral.
He didn't gloat, just blew several neat holes in the TIE before Glere had the chance to pull another trick and remove them. Then, kicking his engine back into gear, he rocketed skyward, both to get out of the crash zone, and get a better look at the surroundings, checking for any extra tricks or missed signs.