by Brnin8r » Wed Oct 06, 2010 5:10 pm
The spider mechs slowly closed in on the commander when one of the legs of the passing mech buckled under it, bringing its balance to the ground. Brian Samples stood with a blade, akin to a greatsword now covered in bleak-colored oil. As he reared up for another swing, the leg he was targeting independently coiled up and kicked out, the tapered end suddenly being covered with the boy's crimson blood as it stuck out prominently from the back of the boys ribs. There was a soft coughing noise from the boys mouth as he dropped the sword and hung like a performerless puppet on the boy-kebob that he was sporting. That's when it sounded like WWI started all over again. Julian's semi drove forward and the sides opened up to two MASSIVE gauss-repeaters that fired with pinpoint accuracy at the spiders.
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An air of satisfaction could be cut through as Julian gave the order to engage. As they pull forward and brake, a pneumatic hissing sounded as on the HUD, it showed the gauss cannons unfolding from the sides of the trailer and the brakes going into lockdown to compensate for the massive recoil that started to ROCK the entire truck as both repeating cannons, manned by the small boys, turned the spiders into swiss cheese, the molten incindiary rounds easily passing through the mechs and exploding into the background. Both mechs fell to the ground as a sheet of foggy smoke flew over the skirmish.
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The door Chris found himself was right next to where another encounter was happening. It sounded like a couple of the invaders were subduing a couple struggling girls, their mouths muffled. Soon though, their muffled cries for help or resistance were silenced and the two black-clad soldiers left, moving further down the hall. It seemed like these two were straggling behind to deal with the girls.
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There were indeed other doors on the opposite side of the room, but that wasn't the biggest concern suddenly as Giselle began crying at Charlotte's orders. "B-b-b-but...they're pretty!!" she whined, though it seemed that Charlotte had reigned in enough control as she backed away from the table. It looked like the mixing liquids were getting brighter.
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Silence suddenly filled the garage, more thickly than any sort of noise the battle was making. That is until Alex heard a deafening growl just outside his trunk stronghold and the sound of pierced metal as claws ripped through the car's protective casing, glints of moonlight shone through the holes until with one heaving motion the entire trunk was scrapped off the car. Standing over the huddled boy in the trunk was a domineering looking figure. She wore very little of modern clothes, a couple utility belts, a flak jacket, and her long rifle strapped to her back. There were two serrated daggers tied to her sides with leather. The most definite feature was that she was covered with red, gleaming fur wherever she should really have skin. Her fox-shaped head stared down at the boy, a human quality in those eyes that shouldn't be there. Her muzzle turned from a growl to a small, malicious smile, "Well what do we have here?" she said as she reached in and easily yanked the boy from his coccoon of safety and tossed him to the cement floor. "Maybe this is the mouse the girls were after?" There were none of the other hybrids there at the moment, but the floor was littered with a couple girl bodies; after the fox girl whistled loudly, though, the pitter pattering if padded feet could be heard on their way. Three other hybrids entered, all wolf shaped with gray and white fur. They all retained their feminine figures, but it was clear that they were physically augmented, being toned all through their body. They were all covered in furry hides instead of the usual combat gear. "A boy?!" one shouted excitingly. The wolf girl crouched and inched closer to the prone boy.
"Athix!" the fox girl barked, "Hold yourself. We haven't found out why this boy is here anyway. He may be a decoy." as she explained, a light moan from the ground came. One of the girls was still alive! She quickly rolled over and pointed her pistol squarely at Alex and fired. It hurt...though it was an interesting feeling being punched through by a bullet. It hit him squarely in the shoulder, the pointed lead doing its job before the exploding casing laced with Femme X shattered into his system. "Noooo!!" one of the wolf women shouted as she sprinted to the girl and quickly plunged her serrated dagger into the girl's stomach. The girl's eyes glazed over and she was obviously dead. "DAMN!!" she shouted.
The fox girl seemed less than phased, though her eyes showed disappointment as she looked to the now wounded boy, waiting for him to get over the pain.
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