Man of Steel
Music: Battlefield - Dark Theme
The explosion was deafening. A white light engulfed my vision, followed with the sensation of tiny pin pricks impacting against my armored shell. I opened my eyes and saw the ceiling.
Ughhhh....I'm...alive?
BRIAN! GET UP! TAP THE SPACE BAR KEY NAO!
Todd. Damage report.
That robed dude took the worst of the blow. He's all over you at the moment. In bits of flesh and bones, that is.
I stared at the tiny little white fragments and red splotches on my armor and realized what had happened. I got a lucky break. I can still finish this.
And the leader?
Uh....you may want to get up, starting right now.
Our gaze met as we both rise off the floor.
You kill your own men?
He is...expendable.
The spinning chambers of mini-gun greeted me as I stand erect, I raised my arms to shield myself from the bullets, successfully deflecting most of the damage.
Shit, Brian, get the fuck out of there! There's another -
Too late.
The second impact threw us further back. The armor withstood the impact once more.
Todd, stims!
Fuck you, Brian. Get out of there, man!
Not before I take down the leader!
He's badly hurt, it shouldn't take much to bring him down before he could use stims of his own. I formed a sharp tip with my power fist and thrust it at his eye.
Are you expendable, as well?
With a loud POCK! His red monocle shatters, my finger piercing all the way to the brain.
I withdrew my finger with a sickening crack...his skull's shattered from the forceful entry and nonchalant exit.
Oh, man. That is *sick*!
The creature howled in pain...dropping his weapon to the ground and clutching his fractured skull and what's left of his thinking muscles for several last moments. Trying to keep himself together....
...and failed. Miserably.
I broke him. Somewhere deep in his FEV infused body, a self-destruct signal was sent. His arms fell off its joints, blood flowed...gushing from recently opened wounds. Once drained, follows the skin tissues and the muscles...peeling him, layer by layer.
Leaving nothing but a bloodied husk on the floor.
I'd love to congratulate you on a job well done, Brian but there's still a mini gun and rocket launcher aimed at you!
Another gun fire deflected.
A blast knocks me off my feet.
More stims are injected to keep me going, I used my remaining strength to duck behind the wall.
Without a clear line of sight, the attacks ceased, and I can recover while I wait for the opportunity to strike.
Now.
The blow knocks the mutant unconscious. Perfect opportunity to disarm him!
You're harmless without these rockets.
I return to my cover and wait for the other to approach.
The fool obliged, and I popped his mole.
He dies instantly. And his still-living comrade regained consciousness.
Minus his rocket launcher, of course. He swings his fist anyway, succeeding in giving me a few slight bruises, but nothing threatening.
Once I've finished defending from his puny attacks, I start my own.
The mutant caught a clean blow to his eyes, the pain was too much, and his last vision was the tip of my finger pressing against his left eye ball.
I take a deep breath. Smells like...victory.
It looks like...we're clear boss.
Hah....hah....good. Phase one of Operation Majestic Decadence completed.
Music: Battlefield - Dark Theme
The explosion was deafening. A white light engulfed my vision, followed with the sensation of tiny pin pricks impacting against my armored shell. I opened my eyes and saw the ceiling.
I stared at the tiny little white fragments and red splotches on my armor and realized what had happened. I got a lucky break. I can still finish this.
Our gaze met as we both rise off the floor.
The spinning chambers of mini-gun greeted me as I stand erect, I raised my arms to shield myself from the bullets, successfully deflecting most of the damage.
Too late.
The second impact threw us further back. The armor withstood the impact once more.
He's badly hurt, it shouldn't take much to bring him down before he could use stims of his own. I formed a sharp tip with my power fist and thrust it at his eye.
With a loud POCK! His red monocle shatters, my finger piercing all the way to the brain.
I withdrew my finger with a sickening crack...his skull's shattered from the forceful entry and nonchalant exit.
The creature howled in pain...dropping his weapon to the ground and clutching his fractured skull and what's left of his thinking muscles for several last moments. Trying to keep himself together....
...and failed. Miserably.
I broke him. Somewhere deep in his FEV infused body, a self-destruct signal was sent. His arms fell off its joints, blood flowed...gushing from recently opened wounds. Once drained, follows the skin tissues and the muscles...peeling him, layer by layer.
Leaving nothing but a bloodied husk on the floor.
Another gun fire deflected.
A blast knocks me off my feet.
More stims are injected to keep me going, I used my remaining strength to duck behind the wall.
Without a clear line of sight, the attacks ceased, and I can recover while I wait for the opportunity to strike.
Now.
The blow knocks the mutant unconscious. Perfect opportunity to disarm him!
I return to my cover and wait for the other to approach.
The fool obliged, and I popped his mole.
He dies instantly. And his still-living comrade regained consciousness.
Minus his rocket launcher, of course. He swings his fist anyway, succeeding in giving me a few slight bruises, but nothing threatening.
Once I've finished defending from his puny attacks, I start my own.
The mutant caught a clean blow to his eyes, the pain was too much, and his last vision was the tip of my finger pressing against his left eye ball.
I take a deep breath. Smells like...victory.
