Post by Officer Genious on Feb 9, 2020 11:03:35 GMT -5
Wrote this last week or so.
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Pit Fighter
The sun splashed on my face as I walked out from the arches, to the deafening screams and cheers of the spectators. The people loved me already, with a reputation for slaughtering merchants out in the Void, becoming the Scourge of Rychart and Cadar; the Champion of the Song. I am legend. My warriors, clad in sharp blues and greens stepped onto the sand ring with me, and I could feel their feral grins at my back. We were warriors, and I intended to make the Eternal Song my battle cry.
But for now the time for speculation and elation was over. The ringmaster waved for silence before motioning to heavily armored men across the arena. They pushed and pulled at heavy gates, skittering off to locked exits as soon as they were open.
The Terrox roared out and charged forward, with no pause for the crowd. They were not here for spectacle. They were here to kill.
Unfortunately for them, I would be their killer.
My team grabbed their shotguns and rifles off their backs and arm holsters. I snapped up my Otrike pistol and unloaded into the first one to go for me. It was a large Terrox, even by their standards, a Hunter with massive talons and strong, bulging arms. I dove before he could swing and head his claws whistle above me. I cried out my battle song and rolled to my feet. The fighters, taking on their own demons, called out positions as Terrox ran between them. But mine was unlike theirs. Mine was smart. I could respect that. But I still had to kill it.
The Hunter screamed, his armored skin rippling with radioactive heat. It was preparing itself. I reloaded the pistol and shot into its face again. He staggered back and I kept firing and firing. Most of the rounds hurt, but a few went through his body for penetration. I love that pistol. Not much it can't do for me.
Another arm swung at me. I jerked my head back but he sliced just above my eye. Blinking through the blood he swung at me again. I jumped back in time to fire again in his face. This one hit hard, and he screamed in that unholy tongue of his. His eyes flashed and he charged again, on all fours. My aim rose up with his leap and shot into his softer underside. Purple goo oozed out but his arc didn't change. He landed on me and we fell with a thump. The Hunter hissed in my face victoriously as I struggled. The Song failed. I failed. I was going to become one with the Song.
A crack boomed, and the Xeno's skin burned a sickly shade of green. It screamed this time, rearing up. The bio was eating into him every second. Above me, a scarred woman with a massive red Tuskan aimed down her sights again for another blow. The Hunter jumped back. I scrambled for my pistol and stood beside her. I sang a different song now, one that would boost her up further than she could have ever gone. She smiled and walked towards it.
The Xeno reared tall, taller than Shalun himself. Another shell struck home, this time into his chest. He staggered. Another. Then another. It shook and writhed, back on all fours and scoring deep rows into the sand. She waited for me, her eyes never moving off the Xeno. I emptied my Otrike into him, all shots hitting his skull, tearing into him with an explosion of gore and bone.
I turned to look over my shoulder. One soldier with a rifle staggered along, his eyes unfocused in a nasty concussion. Another shotgunner was being wheeled out with an oxygen mask to his face and medical gel on acid burns covering almost all of his exposed skin. They would take time to heal, but for today, another victory. I pumped a fist to the crowd and they cried out my name, the Champion of the Song.
"Captain Stryke! Captain Stryke! Captain Stryke!"
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Pit Fighter
The sun splashed on my face as I walked out from the arches, to the deafening screams and cheers of the spectators. The people loved me already, with a reputation for slaughtering merchants out in the Void, becoming the Scourge of Rychart and Cadar; the Champion of the Song. I am legend. My warriors, clad in sharp blues and greens stepped onto the sand ring with me, and I could feel their feral grins at my back. We were warriors, and I intended to make the Eternal Song my battle cry.
But for now the time for speculation and elation was over. The ringmaster waved for silence before motioning to heavily armored men across the arena. They pushed and pulled at heavy gates, skittering off to locked exits as soon as they were open.
The Terrox roared out and charged forward, with no pause for the crowd. They were not here for spectacle. They were here to kill.
Unfortunately for them, I would be their killer.
My team grabbed their shotguns and rifles off their backs and arm holsters. I snapped up my Otrike pistol and unloaded into the first one to go for me. It was a large Terrox, even by their standards, a Hunter with massive talons and strong, bulging arms. I dove before he could swing and head his claws whistle above me. I cried out my battle song and rolled to my feet. The fighters, taking on their own demons, called out positions as Terrox ran between them. But mine was unlike theirs. Mine was smart. I could respect that. But I still had to kill it.
The Hunter screamed, his armored skin rippling with radioactive heat. It was preparing itself. I reloaded the pistol and shot into its face again. He staggered back and I kept firing and firing. Most of the rounds hurt, but a few went through his body for penetration. I love that pistol. Not much it can't do for me.
Another arm swung at me. I jerked my head back but he sliced just above my eye. Blinking through the blood he swung at me again. I jumped back in time to fire again in his face. This one hit hard, and he screamed in that unholy tongue of his. His eyes flashed and he charged again, on all fours. My aim rose up with his leap and shot into his softer underside. Purple goo oozed out but his arc didn't change. He landed on me and we fell with a thump. The Hunter hissed in my face victoriously as I struggled. The Song failed. I failed. I was going to become one with the Song.
A crack boomed, and the Xeno's skin burned a sickly shade of green. It screamed this time, rearing up. The bio was eating into him every second. Above me, a scarred woman with a massive red Tuskan aimed down her sights again for another blow. The Hunter jumped back. I scrambled for my pistol and stood beside her. I sang a different song now, one that would boost her up further than she could have ever gone. She smiled and walked towards it.
The Xeno reared tall, taller than Shalun himself. Another shell struck home, this time into his chest. He staggered. Another. Then another. It shook and writhed, back on all fours and scoring deep rows into the sand. She waited for me, her eyes never moving off the Xeno. I emptied my Otrike into him, all shots hitting his skull, tearing into him with an explosion of gore and bone.
I turned to look over my shoulder. One soldier with a rifle staggered along, his eyes unfocused in a nasty concussion. Another shotgunner was being wheeled out with an oxygen mask to his face and medical gel on acid burns covering almost all of his exposed skin. They would take time to heal, but for today, another victory. I pumped a fist to the crowd and they cried out my name, the Champion of the Song.
"Captain Stryke! Captain Stryke! Captain Stryke!"
