10-13-2015, 04:37 PM
Weiss realized a second after Okor finished speaking that her eyes were wide with shock. "He didn't feel that. Did he even notice?"
Then, in the next second, Weiss's features returned to an unflinching stare, as her own training kicked in. No matter the odds, betraying weakness or shock was amateur. She'd made a terrible mistake.
Weiss saw Okor bring up the pistol with an awkward, jerking, altogether inhuman jolt of movement, and she realized her confidence may already have cost her the fight, bringing Myrtenaster up to stop the bullet in it's path
Weiss heard, then felt, the explosion. The bullet, fired in a nearly perfect trail to her center mass, burned her ears with overpowering noise and her stomach with burning phosphex, the bullet activating on her blade. Weiss fell to her knees in shock, her voice losing the breath she desperately needed to scream as the flames licked at her stomach, burning through part of her clothing and her flesh. Weiss had been struck by grimm, smacked by bullets, and exploded! None of it compared to the agony she felt now.
From the corner of her dimming vision, she saw Okor fire again robotically, and she reacted as best as she could, clumsily pushing off one foot to push her body out of the way just in time to avoid a second shot to the head, as her body awkwardly sailed like a flopping fish behind a stone wall. She felt her body ricochet off the ground as she bounced and rolled behind the protective cover. Under ordinary circumstances she might have grunted at the pain of it, but compared to the agony that left her in hurried gasps of pain too weak to be called screams she didn't notice.
Suddenly, the searing agony that left Weiss's mind blank in pain finally stopped, the fire snuffing out and leaving only a patch of burnt skin resembling charcoal in it's wake.
She didn't know why, but she moved her legs back underneath her, first shakily, then with firm determination.
She couldn't remember why, right now, but she couldn't lose.
A sound akin to a spinning bicycle wheel was the only warning Okor would get before Weiss appeared in a blur of motion straight in front of him, wincing in pain, as her scarlet-colored blade stabbed deep into the earth in front of him. A carpet of flames erupted towards Okor with the speed and intensity of a flamethrower, and the plaguebearer only barely managed to push most of his body out of the way, smoke billowing from his armored boot.
Weiss's body shivered against her will, as she forced it to lunge forward, her silver blade reaching Okor's Body in an instant. The death guard brought his blade up to block at the last moment, and Weiss's blade carved a silver trail across the surface of his chestplate as Okor's heavy blade guided the weapon up and away from his heart.
The space marine's counter was immediate, and Weiss back-stepped an inch to avoid a brutal slash from the curved blade. her abdomen groaned in protest at the extra pressure, and Weiss had to focus to keep her eyes on her opponent instead of rolling up in their sockets. Myrtenaster struck the blade at it's center with a quick slash, pushing the weapon into Okors center to break his guard, and Weiss stepped in on Okors right side just in time to avoid a deadly pistol shot to the head.
Weiss slashed for Okor's shoulder in a silver blur of motion.. The giant rolled his shoulder into the strike, and the screeching sound of metal scraping against metal echoed as Myrtenaster glanced off the armor plating, unable to find purchase at this angle. The plague marine followed through with a vicious shoulder check of the same arm, and Weiss felt her shoulder go numb as she was sent flipping back. Somehow, she managed to stop the world from spinning just in time to land on her feet, as the Death guard followed up the charge with a vicious overhand chop of his pitted blade at her open guard.
Weiss couldn't dodge, and couldn't block. So she jumped, flipping her body into the air above Okor. The heiress glared straight down at the space marine as she dove, her Rapier poised to strike. "Weiss Schnee." She replied, as she descended like a cannonball at the chaos worshiper, a vicious two-handed stab aimed right at Okor's head.
Then, in the next second, Weiss's features returned to an unflinching stare, as her own training kicked in. No matter the odds, betraying weakness or shock was amateur. She'd made a terrible mistake.
Weiss saw Okor bring up the pistol with an awkward, jerking, altogether inhuman jolt of movement, and she realized her confidence may already have cost her the fight, bringing Myrtenaster up to stop the bullet in it's path
Weiss heard, then felt, the explosion. The bullet, fired in a nearly perfect trail to her center mass, burned her ears with overpowering noise and her stomach with burning phosphex, the bullet activating on her blade. Weiss fell to her knees in shock, her voice losing the breath she desperately needed to scream as the flames licked at her stomach, burning through part of her clothing and her flesh. Weiss had been struck by grimm, smacked by bullets, and exploded! None of it compared to the agony she felt now.
From the corner of her dimming vision, she saw Okor fire again robotically, and she reacted as best as she could, clumsily pushing off one foot to push her body out of the way just in time to avoid a second shot to the head, as her body awkwardly sailed like a flopping fish behind a stone wall. She felt her body ricochet off the ground as she bounced and rolled behind the protective cover. Under ordinary circumstances she might have grunted at the pain of it, but compared to the agony that left her in hurried gasps of pain too weak to be called screams she didn't notice.
Suddenly, the searing agony that left Weiss's mind blank in pain finally stopped, the fire snuffing out and leaving only a patch of burnt skin resembling charcoal in it's wake.
She didn't know why, but she moved her legs back underneath her, first shakily, then with firm determination.
She couldn't remember why, right now, but she couldn't lose.
A sound akin to a spinning bicycle wheel was the only warning Okor would get before Weiss appeared in a blur of motion straight in front of him, wincing in pain, as her scarlet-colored blade stabbed deep into the earth in front of him. A carpet of flames erupted towards Okor with the speed and intensity of a flamethrower, and the plaguebearer only barely managed to push most of his body out of the way, smoke billowing from his armored boot.
Weiss's body shivered against her will, as she forced it to lunge forward, her silver blade reaching Okor's Body in an instant. The death guard brought his blade up to block at the last moment, and Weiss's blade carved a silver trail across the surface of his chestplate as Okor's heavy blade guided the weapon up and away from his heart.
The space marine's counter was immediate, and Weiss back-stepped an inch to avoid a brutal slash from the curved blade. her abdomen groaned in protest at the extra pressure, and Weiss had to focus to keep her eyes on her opponent instead of rolling up in their sockets. Myrtenaster struck the blade at it's center with a quick slash, pushing the weapon into Okors center to break his guard, and Weiss stepped in on Okors right side just in time to avoid a deadly pistol shot to the head.
Weiss slashed for Okor's shoulder in a silver blur of motion.. The giant rolled his shoulder into the strike, and the screeching sound of metal scraping against metal echoed as Myrtenaster glanced off the armor plating, unable to find purchase at this angle. The plague marine followed through with a vicious shoulder check of the same arm, and Weiss felt her shoulder go numb as she was sent flipping back. Somehow, she managed to stop the world from spinning just in time to land on her feet, as the Death guard followed up the charge with a vicious overhand chop of his pitted blade at her open guard.
Weiss couldn't dodge, and couldn't block. So she jumped, flipping her body into the air above Okor. The heiress glared straight down at the space marine as she dove, her Rapier poised to strike. "Weiss Schnee." She replied, as she descended like a cannonball at the chaos worshiper, a vicious two-handed stab aimed right at Okor's head.
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