Day Two

[Karl Jak]

Face to Face
#19 Ganondorf & #18 Link vs #31 Okor

Karl Jak and the boardroom shook their heads as they watched the next scene play out.

“This fucking clinic,” the Executive Producer mumbled.

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Okor had secured his fallen allies’ legacies.

The plague marine felt nothing, even though his body had literally fallen apart around him. With nothing to defend himself but an improvised blade clutched in his remaining hand, he stood silently and waited for the next invaders. This building had once been something mundane and unimportant.

Now it was the graveyard of two space marines, and that made it the most important landmark on this pitiful island.

The plague marine stood watch over the refrigeration unit even as he heard the wet smack of boots in the muddy grass outside the clinic. Looking forward, he watched as the dark-skinned Xeno and his smaller ally made their way through the debris field outside the structure and entered.

“Look who it is,” Ganondorf muttered as he stared at the plague marine. Although the Gerudo was grinning, it was obvious that he had suffered nearly as much as Okor had.

This was the moment.

Okor ran forward, his eyes burning with rage as he clutched the blade in his hand. The plague marine lumbered nearly half the distance before the rocket struck him in the chest. Thrown by the impact, he crashed flew backwards and crashed with a dull thud against the ground. He tried to pull himself up, but his body wouldn’t listen. A glance down revealed that his legs were both gone.

With the blade still in his hands, Okor smashed it into the ground in an attempt to leverage his body into a more upright position. He wanted to look them in the eye as they struck him down. He wanted them to know that they hadn’t broken him. As the plague marine lifted his head, his eyes met with Link as the second rocket left the launcher with a whoosh.

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#31 Okor Dead
32 Primes Remain

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