07-13-2015, 11:16 PM
This Omnilium stuff, it healed broken limbs, scratch that, severed limbs, right? That was a question Triest was going to have to contemplate later. Actually thinking was really hard to do at all. All he could see was the flame coming off from himself, the steel titan. He could hardly breath and that damned sword was revving up, surely meant for a killing blow. Still, he had a chance. Unless Tartaros was ambidextrous, his swinging arm was injured, and that might be the edge he needed to stay alive.
In an act of desperation and panic, he started doing what anyone else would do. Start failing like a crazy imbecile, and hope that he would hit something, anything, and try to break free from the choke hold. He only had seconds before the sword would end him, and maybe only thirty seconds before passing out from the hold. Triest would kick at his sword-arm, while slashing away at the arm that grappled him.
It only happened with a second, if that. Triest managed to break free, the total amount of pain and injuries coming to an amount that even a trained soldier couldn't help but at least wince, and have just the briefest of windows of weakness. The chainsword however, did manage to hit something rather than nothing. Right across Triest's back, almost chopping enough another limb.
Triest ran.
He bumbled over to a water fountain, and tore into it, attempting to expose the pipes to douse himself. Tartaros wasn't too far behind, and lunged with the sword once again. Triest stepped out of the way, as the sword cut into the water network, spraying the life-giving liquid onto both of the combatants. The water pushed Tarantos back, as Triest whipped one of the last two functioning limbs across his leg, cutting deep and staggering him, buying a little more time for Triest.
"This is it," Triest would say, trying to hide the pain he was in, while loading in what could be the last few shells of the fight, depending on if he got the chance to reload again.
Indeed it was it. Both fighters had their injuries, both were feeling the effects of fatigue from combat. Both too, also had a good reason to leave. Triest obviously didn't want to die, and had so far up to this point, been conditioned to survive, not win. Tartaros had also been given the message to leave. On top of all of this, distant sirens of the police could be heard. That wasn't good for anyone, thieves or vigilantes.
Triest had his shotgun trained on Tartaros. It was time for the dance of death. Triest's battle plan now was to go on the defensive. Let Tartaros strike first, but counter it. Riposte! If he swung his sword, step to the side, and disarm him. If he brought his gun, knock it out of his hands with his own blast. And if Tartaros followed his orders and left? Shoot him in the back. If he did nothing? Well the police were about to show up, so that didn't seem likely.
In an act of desperation and panic, he started doing what anyone else would do. Start failing like a crazy imbecile, and hope that he would hit something, anything, and try to break free from the choke hold. He only had seconds before the sword would end him, and maybe only thirty seconds before passing out from the hold. Triest would kick at his sword-arm, while slashing away at the arm that grappled him.
It only happened with a second, if that. Triest managed to break free, the total amount of pain and injuries coming to an amount that even a trained soldier couldn't help but at least wince, and have just the briefest of windows of weakness. The chainsword however, did manage to hit something rather than nothing. Right across Triest's back, almost chopping enough another limb.
Triest ran.
He bumbled over to a water fountain, and tore into it, attempting to expose the pipes to douse himself. Tartaros wasn't too far behind, and lunged with the sword once again. Triest stepped out of the way, as the sword cut into the water network, spraying the life-giving liquid onto both of the combatants. The water pushed Tarantos back, as Triest whipped one of the last two functioning limbs across his leg, cutting deep and staggering him, buying a little more time for Triest.
"This is it," Triest would say, trying to hide the pain he was in, while loading in what could be the last few shells of the fight, depending on if he got the chance to reload again.
Indeed it was it. Both fighters had their injuries, both were feeling the effects of fatigue from combat. Both too, also had a good reason to leave. Triest obviously didn't want to die, and had so far up to this point, been conditioned to survive, not win. Tartaros had also been given the message to leave. On top of all of this, distant sirens of the police could be heard. That wasn't good for anyone, thieves or vigilantes.
Triest had his shotgun trained on Tartaros. It was time for the dance of death. Triest's battle plan now was to go on the defensive. Let Tartaros strike first, but counter it. Riposte! If he swung his sword, step to the side, and disarm him. If he brought his gun, knock it out of his hands with his own blast. And if Tartaros followed his orders and left? Shoot him in the back. If he did nothing? Well the police were about to show up, so that didn't seem likely.
Quote:[spoiler]I don't know if Tartaros would be one to keep attacking Triest, or follow orders and escape, so I left the ending a little more open-ended depending on your actions.[/spoiler]
[spoiler]Battle Log
Triest escaped the grapple, but took another hit for his troubles. Triest was doused, and slashed Tartaros' leg.
Triest has his shotgun reloaded and what he does with it depends on what Tartaros does.[/spoiler]