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| Blue Warlord | Jun 21 2012, 08:01 PM Post #31 |
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Rusty was caught by the sky high wave and blown off his little platform, tumbling end over end by the wave. Holding his breath as best as he could, he saw Jagd block the attack. Then he looked further beyond. Nu. Before the fight, Rusty had snapped. Now? He broke. The Halford superheated to a bright red glow near instantaneously, edge vibrating so keenly that the water displaced itself upon touching it. With a primeval scream of rage to the heavens, Rusty charged forward. "NOT MY SISTER, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!" With every step, The Halford clattered against the floor, sending up spikes of rock and firey shockwaves in rapid succession, parting the water and steaming up the entire area. Rusty could see nothing but red as he continued to rage, hurling waves of fire and stone in almost random directions except near Nu. With every thrust forward of speed, flaming geysers erupted behind him and rocks fell from the sky, the Kingfisher having brought the fires of Hell Itself upon it. Eventually Rusty reached Nu's cage and with a care that belied his vicious appearance, a rock pedestal rose Nu up above the waves, her head breaching the surface before she drowned completely. Her head hung limp. Beyond words, Rusty snapped a look at the Kingfisher and strummed, a ring of flame erupting around it as the floor beneath it turned into jagged rocks. Unthinking, the rocker charged forward again, Halford raised... There was a spark and all of a sudden, the entire seithr current died. Whilst the rocks remained, the flames instantly died out, the water rushing back in. Rusty, however, was still charging. |
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| Gleam | Jun 21 2012, 08:07 PM Post #32 |
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Without the water of its home field, the Kingfisher was reduced to merely superhuman levels of agility, rather than the godlike reflexes it had possessed before - but it still had enough speed to dive into Rust's charge and impale the neck of the Halford with its spear, slicing through the strings. Five hundred pounds of Seithr-fused chimera slammed into Rust, and the Kingfisher cracked his chin with a knee before physically booting him across the room. It would have followed, but a second burst of M-2 fire slammed it to the floor again and opened great, ugly rents in its armor, and the beast shrieked again before it started zigzagging towards Jagd's position, using the recently raised pillars of Rust's Bass style as cover against Jagd's fire. |
Class. Dig it up, dust it off, hang that shit crooked on an ear. My halo's a land mine rind, amigo.
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| Blue Warlord | Jun 21 2012, 08:13 PM Post #33 |
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Rusty's world exploded with pain. The red he saw before was replaced with white with a hint of black around the edges as he sailed backwards. About to slip into unconsciousness, the rocker then collided with the Murakumo cage that Nu was currently trapped inside, knocked out still. The sudden impact woke Rusty back up and then the pain kicked in. The injuries from the knee, boot and crash were not the sole reason, however. Jagd's anaesthetics had worn off. Sinking to his knees in utter agony, Rusty belched blood and blackened seithr onto the floor again, barely able to breathe as the pain reduced his nervous system to near breaking point. His grip still held tight around the Halford, he stared at it. It felt almost dead, the last flicker of life fading from the once great machine. Only one string remained, glowing an extremely faint green. Rusty began to tear up, reddish tears forming in his eyes, before the convulsions took him again as he began to spasm undignified on the floor. He couldn't help Jagd for the moment, it was up to the merc. |
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| Gleam | Jun 21 2012, 08:28 PM Post #34 |
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Jagd kept up the fire until the Kingfisher was only a dozen feet away, vaulting over a rock ridge, before he dropped the M-2 and thrust both hands at the Kingfisher. His sleeves detached at the shoulder and launched forward, and an absolutely unbelievable array of tools - caltrops, ammo belts, guns, various bladed implements, sacks of dirt and sand, barb wire fencing, things that just didn't make sense - smashed into the Kingfisher's stomach in midair and turned its leap into a flop. It landed on its upper back and started to spin, but Jagd whipped his axe from his back, where it always stayed, and hacked off a quarter of the Kingfisher's foot as it swung by. White-sculpted toes flew. The humanoid screamed and lunged, and Jagd deflected the spearhead with the broadside of his axe, though the Kingfisher's spearhand still plunged into his gut and doubled him over the gleaming fingers. It made a fist around him, squeezed - bones cracked - and then the Kingfisher lunged forward again and sank immaculate teeth into Jagd's shoulder and bit it, then pulled at him until the joint came off in its mouth. The mercenary was flung away. Jagd ragdolled with the force of the pitch, but sank his teeth into his own collarbone and tripped a seal with his own blood. A blowtorch dropped from it, and he seized it in his mouth, tongued the firing stud, and cauterized his entire gaping left side in a sweeping arc of white-hot fire. The plasma arc brushed up agains the Kingfisher as it rushed him down, and the heat seared it black and melted a hole in its thigh. It shrieked its mockingbird cry and stumbled into Jagd, slamming him to the floor again and making him drop the blowtorch. Then it writhed and bit do- BLAM The Kingfisher's head rocked backwards as a shotgun slug smashed into its face. Jagd steadied the stock of an USAS-12, a fully automatic shotgun, against his hip with his one good arm, and fired a second time, which blasted the Kingfisher off him entirely and sent it sprawling. Jagd stood up, his lips tight. He nodded at the gaping crater of his shoulder. "That gets old." he said, and steadied his aim at the Kingfisher as it began to rise. BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM Edited by Gleam, Jun 21 2012, 08:30 PM.
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Class. Dig it up, dust it off, hang that shit crooked on an ear. My halo's a land mine rind, amigo.
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| Blue Warlord | Jun 21 2012, 08:36 PM Post #35 |
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The sounds of the shotgun blast brought some clarity to the pain muddled heap that was Rusty Hetfield. Openly weeping with the agony running through his body, he ever so slightly turned his head and saw Jagd blasting shot after shot, with one good arm, into the mess that was the Kingfisher. The white bastard still wasn't going down. Sucking in air, Rusty placed a palm on the floor to push himself up, screaming aloud again as it felt like dipping his hand into a vat of hydrochloric acid. With a surge from God Knows Where, he forced himself back to his knees, eyes unseeing and glazed. However, a glint caught his eye. The Kingfisher's spear was arcing round and at this range? It would tear Jagd wide open, if not split the mercenary in two. Time stopped. The rocker raised the Halford slightly, single string still glowing green weakly, and plucked it gently. The final string of the Halford, the only link to it's status as an Ars Magus, snapped in two with a PLUNK. A single solitary Beat, a glowing white ball of force, rocketed into the side of the spear, completely blowing it off target and saving the mercenary's life. |
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| Gleam | Jun 21 2012, 08:45 PM Post #36 |
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Jagd barely noticed the spear until it thudded into the ground beside him. He didn't spare it a glance until the USAS clicked on an empty chamber, and the Kingfisher's chest was a smoking ruin. But still the thing continued to force itself upwards. The mercenary turned, snatched up the spear, and popped it into the air as he tore a chunk of hair out and unwove the seals on the follicles with his blood -producing another RPG. Jagd kicked the warhead out as the Kingfisher regained its feet. It started to stagger forwards, and then hesitated, as if surprised. Jagd finished loading the butt of the Kingfisher's spear into the rocket's engine, fell backwards - it was the only way to get the monstrously awkward weapon to float upwards enough to aim at the creature - and then pulled the trigger. The rocket screamed outward and slammed the Kingfisher's own spear into its stomach, then drove it across the entire room, impaling it to the wall. A choked, harsh note leapt from the thing's throat, and it grasped at the spear and pulled. But the barb was lodged in the steel of the room's wall, and it would not budge. Edited by Gleam, Jun 21 2012, 08:56 PM.
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Class. Dig it up, dust it off, hang that shit crooked on an ear. My halo's a land mine rind, amigo.
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| Blue Warlord | Jun 21 2012, 08:55 PM Post #37 |
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One more surge of energy. The Halford flipped end over end across the room, a buzzsaw of shining white. As if guided by Amaterasu herself, the blade pierced right through the Kingfisher's skull, it's enhanced speed meaning nothing when it was stuck into the wall. Splitting the head neatly in two, the Kingfisher fell limp, defeated. The Halford gleamed once, as if to show Rusty what it had done, as if to ask if he was proud. And then, it shattered. Completely disintegrating into pieces of metal and plastic. Before each piece touched the floor, it burned in black flame, the chords for "The Memory Remains" by Metallica ringing out as the most badass weapon in history took it's place in the Hall Of The Immortals Rusty just smiled through the pain. Truly, the most metal way to go out. He raised one hand, pinkie and forefinger extended, middle and ring closed into his palm. The Horns. "For those who rocked until the end...we salute you..." he choked out through the tears and agony. |
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| Gleam | Jun 21 2012, 09:02 PM Post #38 |
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Jagd frowns. "Cannon sealed on left forearm. Pity." He shrugs and wades through the blood-stained water to the Murakumo machine, looks it over, and then shrugs and hits the largest green button on the interface. The metal sheathes on Nu's limbs release and retract, dropping her right on top of Rust. Jagd looks at both of their collapsed forms, then at the twelve-foot climb back out of the room. "Shit." Edited by Gleam, Jun 21 2012, 09:04 PM.
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Class. Dig it up, dust it off, hang that shit crooked on an ear. My halo's a land mine rind, amigo.
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| Blue Warlord | Jun 21 2012, 09:07 PM Post #39 |
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Rusty got his arms up in time to catch the unconscious girl, fighting through the pain. "Jagd...if we get out of this...let's just grab a week long bender. Fuck coming into work..." Rust muttered, his body feeling like shattered glass covered in skin. "But first...you got any more anaesthetics?... We're not done yet. Not by a long shot." Gently propping Nu's head up, the mechanic nearly cried tears of joy as he detected her chest moving up and down very slightly. She was breathing. SHE WAS ALIVE! Euphoria surged through him before he was brought back down by their current predicament. It was then he noticed she was entirely nude too. Not even reacting to the beautiful sight, Rusty took off his admittedly quite wet and bloody jacket and wrapped the poor girl up in it to at least give her some decency. Keeping her close, the mechanic fought himself to his feet, adrenaline being one of the last things keeping him going. He looked up at the climb. "You got a ladder hidden somewhere? Or did the Kingfisher kill that too?" |
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| Gleam | Jun 21 2012, 09:15 PM Post #40 |
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Jagd digs into a pouch on his waist and comes up with a half dozen fat pills. He splits them with Rust and downs his three without a blink, washing it down with some of the pool's last dregs of water. "True. Will need R&R following present operation." he mutters. "Will set up escalation method. Carry Nu, please. Cannot because - well." The mercenary gives a half-shrug, and strides down to the other end, where he drops a giant ladder from a seal on a sheet of paper hidden inside the sole of his boot. He climbs up first and calls down, "Will clear the way - follow, please. Extraction first priority." |
Class. Dig it up, dust it off, hang that shit crooked on an ear. My halo's a land mine rind, amigo.
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