09-26-2015, 10:06 PM
Christa saw him coming. How could she miss him? He moved towards her with a blank and desolate look, which was the one expression the ex-stormtrooper had yet to pull off. Whether he was rolling with the punches or complaining about the circumstances, to see him look this devoid of emotion was new and terrifying in it's own way.
Abner saw her as well. His mind was clouded and the journey that had put them here felt like a thousand years ago. None of it mattered, the only important thing was getting out of here alive, by any means necessary. But that line of thinking had done him no good in the Omniverse. He could see Christa before him. While Top Man engaged the angel outright, Klaud was pleading with it, and her words rang in his head. He'd made a promise in that swamp, and nothing in this miserable dump of a verse would stop him.
"Damn it!" Christa shouted as she looked at Abner's cold eyes. "Get it together, Abner! How did this thing get you!?"
But Abner's response was mere silence. What did he want to say? At least a thousand things. What could he say? Absolutely nothing. He'd seen her in action, and he knew what she was capable of in battle. He hoped she would find a way to contain him, but that would be no easy task.
His body lunged forwards involuntarily, charging the blonde woman. She braced herself for the coming impact, crossing her arms in a defensive position before her while Abner leapt forwards. He connected his boot with her arm in a mighty jump kick. The impact jarred her and caused her to step back, while Abner landed before her.
Abner didn't have a lot of control over himself, but there were a few things he could make more difficult than it was worth for his possessor. He had to pick his battle from within his mental prison, and he struggled with all his might to keep the angel from recovering his pistol or knife, or even taking hold of the rifle that was strapped to his back. If it wanted Christa, it would have to overpower her the old fashioned way. He would take those odds, because he had confidence in her.
Whether or not she recognized his influence was irrelevant, but she seemed to respect the unspoken ground rules. Thankfully, she hadn't given up on bringing him back yet. She charged forwards this time, swinging her right fist in a hook, which Abner ducked under. He rose with an uppercut, but she side-stepped it and caught his arm. With a step forward she flung Abner into the nearest object she could find, hoping a jarring impact would break him free.
He connected with the object head first, his forehead throbbing from the impact. As he pushed off of it he looked at the odd, floating figure before him. It took him a second to realize that it was a large, cylindrical water heater. He tried to dismiss the oddity of it as his body turned. Because that was the weirdest thing here right now.
Deprived of being able to let out a groan or frustration or roll his eyes, Abner simply watched as Christa came closer and they exchanged more strikes. Each punch, elbow, or knee was expertly deflected by the other. Abner had fought a lot of odd people in his days in the Omniverse, and Christa clearly knew how to counter standard Imperial hand to hand techniques. Finally, Christa got an opening, and she gladly took it. She caught Abner's arms and pushed them in either direction, leaving him wide open for an attack. Without a second of hesitation she brought her leg up and kicked Abner in the gut with such force that he was sent reeling into the floating mess of objects.
He placed his arm against a hovering piece of wood that looked like it had been ripped from a house or something. In dismay he realized that his influence had slipped. He reached around and drew his rifle, shouldering it and aiming directly at Christa. She realized what was happening and took cover behind a statue that was hovering in stasis. Abner fired, but was unable to come close to hitting her. She bolted from the statue and darted between objects. He'd lost her, and knew it was only a matter of time before she ambushed him.
Abner slowly moved forward. It wasn't him calling the shots but this being made use of his own skills and tactics, prying the knowledge of what to do from his unwilling mind. So he moved through the sea of objects as skillfully and carefully as he ever had. He stopped by a floating engine, placing his back against it.
He reached forward and snatched what appeared to be a pair of night vision goggles from the air. The angel obviously knew they were there, and had been working towards them. He turned them on and then strapped the equipment around his head, so he was able to look through the scope with little trouble. His world lit up in green, and the unseen became seen.
It wasn't exactly night vision, because he saw more than he expected to by able to. Not only did it clear his visibility up but he was able to see through the maze of obstacles. Through it all he could see where Christa was ducked behind the ruined treads of a tank, waiting for him to get a little closer. His body obliged and moved forwards, keeping the rifle ready. It took all of his control, but this time Abner made himself pull the trigger.
A shot rang out, and a laser hit Christa's cover. Now she knew that she'd been spotted, which Abner was hoping would happen. She bolted from the treads and skillfully moved away from the former stormtrooper. She went to rejoin the group, and presumably try attacking him again from a more advantageous position. Abner was in hot pursuit.
As he moved, he couldn't help but notice the angel, able to be seen through all these objects with his enhanced vision. Defined energy lines traveled from it to each of the possessed members of his team. He realized that he wasn't meant to see these beams of energy, and only this strange piece of equipment allowed him to.
In an instant, Abner collapsed to his knees and dropped his rifle. His hands actually came up and grasped the side of his head in pain. The angel now had to fight for control of the soldier's body, because Abner fought with a renewed confidence. He didn't know what those energy beams were or how to break them, but he knew a hell of a lot more than he did before. Now all he needed to do was get back in control of himself so he could figure out how to end this.
Abner saw her as well. His mind was clouded and the journey that had put them here felt like a thousand years ago. None of it mattered, the only important thing was getting out of here alive, by any means necessary. But that line of thinking had done him no good in the Omniverse. He could see Christa before him. While Top Man engaged the angel outright, Klaud was pleading with it, and her words rang in his head. He'd made a promise in that swamp, and nothing in this miserable dump of a verse would stop him.
"Damn it!" Christa shouted as she looked at Abner's cold eyes. "Get it together, Abner! How did this thing get you!?"
But Abner's response was mere silence. What did he want to say? At least a thousand things. What could he say? Absolutely nothing. He'd seen her in action, and he knew what she was capable of in battle. He hoped she would find a way to contain him, but that would be no easy task.
His body lunged forwards involuntarily, charging the blonde woman. She braced herself for the coming impact, crossing her arms in a defensive position before her while Abner leapt forwards. He connected his boot with her arm in a mighty jump kick. The impact jarred her and caused her to step back, while Abner landed before her.
Abner didn't have a lot of control over himself, but there were a few things he could make more difficult than it was worth for his possessor. He had to pick his battle from within his mental prison, and he struggled with all his might to keep the angel from recovering his pistol or knife, or even taking hold of the rifle that was strapped to his back. If it wanted Christa, it would have to overpower her the old fashioned way. He would take those odds, because he had confidence in her.
Whether or not she recognized his influence was irrelevant, but she seemed to respect the unspoken ground rules. Thankfully, she hadn't given up on bringing him back yet. She charged forwards this time, swinging her right fist in a hook, which Abner ducked under. He rose with an uppercut, but she side-stepped it and caught his arm. With a step forward she flung Abner into the nearest object she could find, hoping a jarring impact would break him free.
He connected with the object head first, his forehead throbbing from the impact. As he pushed off of it he looked at the odd, floating figure before him. It took him a second to realize that it was a large, cylindrical water heater. He tried to dismiss the oddity of it as his body turned. Because that was the weirdest thing here right now.
Deprived of being able to let out a groan or frustration or roll his eyes, Abner simply watched as Christa came closer and they exchanged more strikes. Each punch, elbow, or knee was expertly deflected by the other. Abner had fought a lot of odd people in his days in the Omniverse, and Christa clearly knew how to counter standard Imperial hand to hand techniques. Finally, Christa got an opening, and she gladly took it. She caught Abner's arms and pushed them in either direction, leaving him wide open for an attack. Without a second of hesitation she brought her leg up and kicked Abner in the gut with such force that he was sent reeling into the floating mess of objects.
He placed his arm against a hovering piece of wood that looked like it had been ripped from a house or something. In dismay he realized that his influence had slipped. He reached around and drew his rifle, shouldering it and aiming directly at Christa. She realized what was happening and took cover behind a statue that was hovering in stasis. Abner fired, but was unable to come close to hitting her. She bolted from the statue and darted between objects. He'd lost her, and knew it was only a matter of time before she ambushed him.
Abner slowly moved forward. It wasn't him calling the shots but this being made use of his own skills and tactics, prying the knowledge of what to do from his unwilling mind. So he moved through the sea of objects as skillfully and carefully as he ever had. He stopped by a floating engine, placing his back against it.
He reached forward and snatched what appeared to be a pair of night vision goggles from the air. The angel obviously knew they were there, and had been working towards them. He turned them on and then strapped the equipment around his head, so he was able to look through the scope with little trouble. His world lit up in green, and the unseen became seen.
It wasn't exactly night vision, because he saw more than he expected to by able to. Not only did it clear his visibility up but he was able to see through the maze of obstacles. Through it all he could see where Christa was ducked behind the ruined treads of a tank, waiting for him to get a little closer. His body obliged and moved forwards, keeping the rifle ready. It took all of his control, but this time Abner made himself pull the trigger.
A shot rang out, and a laser hit Christa's cover. Now she knew that she'd been spotted, which Abner was hoping would happen. She bolted from the treads and skillfully moved away from the former stormtrooper. She went to rejoin the group, and presumably try attacking him again from a more advantageous position. Abner was in hot pursuit.
As he moved, he couldn't help but notice the angel, able to be seen through all these objects with his enhanced vision. Defined energy lines traveled from it to each of the possessed members of his team. He realized that he wasn't meant to see these beams of energy, and only this strange piece of equipment allowed him to.
In an instant, Abner collapsed to his knees and dropped his rifle. His hands actually came up and grasped the side of his head in pain. The angel now had to fight for control of the soldier's body, because Abner fought with a renewed confidence. He didn't know what those energy beams were or how to break them, but he knew a hell of a lot more than he did before. Now all he needed to do was get back in control of himself so he could figure out how to end this.
Quote:Item Used: Night Vision Goggles