Post by Rend on Mar 13, 2009 11:16:08 GMT -5
Round 4
My radio turns to static as I hear lightning overhead. The night is young, and there is a metallic tang in the air; my head aches, and I feel crowded, claustrophobic and cramped sitting in this tiny van. Perhaps it would be a good idea to get some fresh air, I think. Perhaps, perhaps.
As I step outside a light rainfall hits me. The wind is crisp, and lightning flashes in the distance. Dramatic irony. My favourite. And how ironic that my attention is at this point grabbed by an inhuman scream.
I turn to face my cacophonic attacker. It’s him. Just like he was back in ’97. Which means… Leona. The static I heard on my radio suddenly makes much more sense. Worrying about her can wait, however, as this beast of a man has got in me in his unsteady sights.
He charges, foam frothing at his mouth as his hands grasp for salvation. He has his fists, teeth, and nails.
I have a shotgun.
The blast hits him square in the chest, sending him flying backwards across the abandoned parking lot that we find ourselves in. Blood sprays across me, some of it landing in my mouth. Tastes like war. Tastes like victory. My opponent writhes on the ground for a moment, before leaping to his feet, eager for more. Again, he flails at me, his eyes weeping tears of blood.
He has his fists, teeth, and nails.
I have a rocket launcher.
Quickly opening one of the supply crates that my men had left, I holster the LAW that I’d found within. The missile fires, its recoil nearly knocking me off my feet. He’s hit in the groin, another lump of flesh being torn off. I can’t even tell if he notices. I can’t tell if his screams are from this pain, or something else entirely.
He’s knocked to the floor by the debris, trying to find his feet. I make a temporary, tactical retreat. He finds his leg muscles again, pulling himself up by some dark force of will. He charges after me, again. It’s almost like he can smell me.
He has his fists, teeth, and nails.
This time, I have a Harrier jump jet.
No time for take-off. He attempts to leap onto the cockpit, clearly desiring to rend open the very metal of the jet itself, and I fire two Sidewinders at him. They both hit, and the explosion engulfs the jet. The metal aches and moans from the heat stress I’m inflicting upon it. I can’t imagine the noises he’s making.
I wait, and nothing rewards me. I open the cockpit, and survey the area. No sign of a corpse, but it looks like he’s given up. Tenacious bastard.
But all this means only one thing. The Orochi, a powerful demon capable of ending life itself, is returning. Or maybe already has.
I hate this time of year.
The tournament was nearly at an end. The teams had battled each other to a stand-still, and now there are only two left.
The Sports team versus the Art of FOIGHTing team, the line-up read. But it was not the Sports team that squared up to their opponents; instead it was a young man, woman, and boy. Their youthful faces masked the evil intent they had, and they grinned in unison.
“Congratulations on coming this far! But what a wild few days it has been, eh? The destruction of this city, NESTS running wild, Rugal and his fellows out for blood… Truly awe-inspiring to think that we were the cause of it all!”
Their opponents paused, uncertain what to make of this.
“And now, we grant you the honour of seeing our master in the flesh. Our master, who will wreak havoc on this plane. Even when NESTS destroys this city in six days, it will do nothing but increase our lord’s power!”
The youths laughed, again in unison. And then they killed the boy, tearing his throat out.
His blood splattered against the floor, and the air grew still.
And the air grew black.
And the boy’s corpse began to glow white, as a miraculous change came over it. So miraculous that the boy stood up, now a man, now draped in an aura of unbelievable power.
“I… am…”
And on the opposing team, the man in the Mr. Karate mask placed his hand to his face. Flames flowed from his fingertips, burning the mask to ashes, revealing the face underneath.
“I am the real Kyo Kusanagi,” the unmasked man yelled, “And I am pissed off!”
The Following foightahs have been removed from the game:
Abotkin - Terry Bogard - arrested by the Ikari Warriors
Rainfall - Maki Kagura - shattered by Metal Slug
Zellpher - Ryo Sakazaki - hospitalised with laser burns
FreeAgent - Goenitz - destroyed by shrapnel wounds
iamtheaznman - Benimaru Nikaido - hospitalised with severe burns
WilDPanthA05 - Oswald - hospitalised due to FOIGHT-sustained injuries
Kay- Rock Howard - hospitalised due to FOIGHT-sustained injuries
Day Four Tournament Listing
Today will end at midnight, GMT.
My radio turns to static as I hear lightning overhead. The night is young, and there is a metallic tang in the air; my head aches, and I feel crowded, claustrophobic and cramped sitting in this tiny van. Perhaps it would be a good idea to get some fresh air, I think. Perhaps, perhaps.
As I step outside a light rainfall hits me. The wind is crisp, and lightning flashes in the distance. Dramatic irony. My favourite. And how ironic that my attention is at this point grabbed by an inhuman scream.
I turn to face my cacophonic attacker. It’s him. Just like he was back in ’97. Which means… Leona. The static I heard on my radio suddenly makes much more sense. Worrying about her can wait, however, as this beast of a man has got in me in his unsteady sights.
He charges, foam frothing at his mouth as his hands grasp for salvation. He has his fists, teeth, and nails.
I have a shotgun.
The blast hits him square in the chest, sending him flying backwards across the abandoned parking lot that we find ourselves in. Blood sprays across me, some of it landing in my mouth. Tastes like war. Tastes like victory. My opponent writhes on the ground for a moment, before leaping to his feet, eager for more. Again, he flails at me, his eyes weeping tears of blood.
He has his fists, teeth, and nails.
I have a rocket launcher.
Quickly opening one of the supply crates that my men had left, I holster the LAW that I’d found within. The missile fires, its recoil nearly knocking me off my feet. He’s hit in the groin, another lump of flesh being torn off. I can’t even tell if he notices. I can’t tell if his screams are from this pain, or something else entirely.
He’s knocked to the floor by the debris, trying to find his feet. I make a temporary, tactical retreat. He finds his leg muscles again, pulling himself up by some dark force of will. He charges after me, again. It’s almost like he can smell me.
He has his fists, teeth, and nails.
This time, I have a Harrier jump jet.
No time for take-off. He attempts to leap onto the cockpit, clearly desiring to rend open the very metal of the jet itself, and I fire two Sidewinders at him. They both hit, and the explosion engulfs the jet. The metal aches and moans from the heat stress I’m inflicting upon it. I can’t imagine the noises he’s making.
I wait, and nothing rewards me. I open the cockpit, and survey the area. No sign of a corpse, but it looks like he’s given up. Tenacious bastard.
But all this means only one thing. The Orochi, a powerful demon capable of ending life itself, is returning. Or maybe already has.
I hate this time of year.
--->|<---
The tournament was nearly at an end. The teams had battled each other to a stand-still, and now there are only two left.
The Sports team versus the Art of FOIGHTing team, the line-up read. But it was not the Sports team that squared up to their opponents; instead it was a young man, woman, and boy. Their youthful faces masked the evil intent they had, and they grinned in unison.
“Congratulations on coming this far! But what a wild few days it has been, eh? The destruction of this city, NESTS running wild, Rugal and his fellows out for blood… Truly awe-inspiring to think that we were the cause of it all!”
Their opponents paused, uncertain what to make of this.
“And now, we grant you the honour of seeing our master in the flesh. Our master, who will wreak havoc on this plane. Even when NESTS destroys this city in six days, it will do nothing but increase our lord’s power!”
The youths laughed, again in unison. And then they killed the boy, tearing his throat out.
His blood splattered against the floor, and the air grew still.
And the air grew black.
And the boy’s corpse began to glow white, as a miraculous change came over it. So miraculous that the boy stood up, now a man, now draped in an aura of unbelievable power.
“I… am…”
And on the opposing team, the man in the Mr. Karate mask placed his hand to his face. Flames flowed from his fingertips, burning the mask to ashes, revealing the face underneath.
“I am the real Kyo Kusanagi,” the unmasked man yelled, “And I am pissed off!”
The Following foightahs have been removed from the game:
Abotkin - Terry Bogard - arrested by the Ikari Warriors
Rainfall - Maki Kagura - shattered by Metal Slug
Zellpher - Ryo Sakazaki - hospitalised with laser burns
FreeAgent - Goenitz - destroyed by shrapnel wounds
iamtheaznman - Benimaru Nikaido - hospitalised with severe burns
WilDPanthA05 - Oswald - hospitalised due to FOIGHT-sustained injuries
Kay- Rock Howard - hospitalised due to FOIGHT-sustained injuries
Day Four Tournament Listing
Today will end at midnight, GMT.
