10-14-2015, 08:22 PM
Weiss resisted the urge to clutch at her face, to push the firmly embedded metal shards any further into her bleeding head.
She knew just what was dripping down her head though. Win or lose, Weiss's chance of surviving past this battle were less than good.
Somehow, she managed to hear Okors voice through the constant ringing running through her head. "I... Went through military training. No one person trained me." Weiss responded, wondering why she felt the need to respond to this undead juggernaut.
Instead of worrying about that, she raised Myrtenaster with a shaking hand, trying to figure out what she had left she could even do to this "Okor". Vital points were useless. His armor was so thick she used more energy piercing it than the marine used to ignore the damage. And he was too canny for her speed to save her alone.
The edges of her vision had started to fade, and Weiss could feel bits of her body going very, very cold.
She realized she was close to dying... and for some reason, the thought didn't fill her with fear.
What truly scared her was the idea of losing.
Grunting, she realized her knees were shaking. she'd already taken a lot of damage, and her body was starting to reject the idea of movement.
"Tough."
She had a battle to win.
Weiss flipped over the wall in front of her, quickly scanning with her eyes to see her opponent. She couldn't count on hearing anymore - at least one of her ears had gone totally deaf - so she'd need to work with her failing vision alone.
She saw rather than heard the marine fire his weapon, and managed to push her body into an aerial roll, finding and kicking off the wall towards Okor with her legs. The first bullet exploded behind her, and she knew several more were going to come.
So instead of waiting for them, she exploded into motion as she hit the ground, her body flickering from sight, then reappearing in front of Okor.
Weiss couldn’t really see the exact angle of Okors rifle - her vision was just a little too dim - so she took a lucky guess on what to do next and sprang off her hands to the marines right, her good ear just barely picking up on the now familiar thud of bolter fire.
Weiss struck out, and felt the alien feeling of cutting through Okors bare chest, striking the Plaguebearer’s flesh felt like cutting thickly layered seaweed and glue. She felt something sticky and viscous splatter onto her cheek, and she couldn’t tell if it was blood or rotting meat.
“Fall.”
Weiss’s already dim world shuddered all around her for a second as Okor whipped her across the face with his bolter. Weiss felt her body sliding with the force, but somehow managed to keep her footing as she countered with her own slash.
Myrtenaster struggled to finish the cut, and Weiss backflipped as she disengaged, hoping it would save her from the counter she couldn’t see but fully expected from the figure that just barely stayed visible in her eyes.
Thankfully, it was enough, or so she assumed. She couldn’t hear anything, anymore, but even as Okor fired his bolter, she didn’t feel any new wound open on her body.
A stone wall, just to Okors side, barely entered her vision, and an idea formed.
Springing to the side, Weiss set Myrtenaster’s chambers to spin as the marine continued to fire round after round in an attempt to catch her, each shot missing her by a close enough margin that Weiss could feel the wind from the rounds.
Red filled the blade Weiss swung, and Okor brought his bolter up in a blocking maneuver. Weiss expected this, and aimed, not to strike the Chaos marine, but to smack her blade as squarely against the bolter as she could. The energy exploded, and to Weiss’s satisfaction her hearing started to come back in her other ear well enough to hear the nurglite thud against the wall.
“Fall.”
Weiss capitalized immediately, already lunging before Okors body fell to the ground. Once, twice, three times Weiss stabbed into his rotting flesh, aiming for his abdomen.
Fall!”
Weiss felt a bullet strike her arm, and Myrtenaster nearly fell from her grip as the round exploded in her shoulder.
.
“Please, just fall.”
Weiss didn’t know if those words were for Okor or herself.
She knew just what was dripping down her head though. Win or lose, Weiss's chance of surviving past this battle were less than good.
Somehow, she managed to hear Okors voice through the constant ringing running through her head. "I... Went through military training. No one person trained me." Weiss responded, wondering why she felt the need to respond to this undead juggernaut.
Instead of worrying about that, she raised Myrtenaster with a shaking hand, trying to figure out what she had left she could even do to this "Okor". Vital points were useless. His armor was so thick she used more energy piercing it than the marine used to ignore the damage. And he was too canny for her speed to save her alone.
The edges of her vision had started to fade, and Weiss could feel bits of her body going very, very cold.
She realized she was close to dying... and for some reason, the thought didn't fill her with fear.
What truly scared her was the idea of losing.
Grunting, she realized her knees were shaking. she'd already taken a lot of damage, and her body was starting to reject the idea of movement.
"Tough."
She had a battle to win.
Weiss flipped over the wall in front of her, quickly scanning with her eyes to see her opponent. She couldn't count on hearing anymore - at least one of her ears had gone totally deaf - so she'd need to work with her failing vision alone.
She saw rather than heard the marine fire his weapon, and managed to push her body into an aerial roll, finding and kicking off the wall towards Okor with her legs. The first bullet exploded behind her, and she knew several more were going to come.
So instead of waiting for them, she exploded into motion as she hit the ground, her body flickering from sight, then reappearing in front of Okor.
Weiss couldn’t really see the exact angle of Okors rifle - her vision was just a little too dim - so she took a lucky guess on what to do next and sprang off her hands to the marines right, her good ear just barely picking up on the now familiar thud of bolter fire.
Weiss struck out, and felt the alien feeling of cutting through Okors bare chest, striking the Plaguebearer’s flesh felt like cutting thickly layered seaweed and glue. She felt something sticky and viscous splatter onto her cheek, and she couldn’t tell if it was blood or rotting meat.
“Fall.”
Weiss’s already dim world shuddered all around her for a second as Okor whipped her across the face with his bolter. Weiss felt her body sliding with the force, but somehow managed to keep her footing as she countered with her own slash.
Myrtenaster struggled to finish the cut, and Weiss backflipped as she disengaged, hoping it would save her from the counter she couldn’t see but fully expected from the figure that just barely stayed visible in her eyes.
Thankfully, it was enough, or so she assumed. She couldn’t hear anything, anymore, but even as Okor fired his bolter, she didn’t feel any new wound open on her body.
A stone wall, just to Okors side, barely entered her vision, and an idea formed.
Springing to the side, Weiss set Myrtenaster’s chambers to spin as the marine continued to fire round after round in an attempt to catch her, each shot missing her by a close enough margin that Weiss could feel the wind from the rounds.
Red filled the blade Weiss swung, and Okor brought his bolter up in a blocking maneuver. Weiss expected this, and aimed, not to strike the Chaos marine, but to smack her blade as squarely against the bolter as she could. The energy exploded, and to Weiss’s satisfaction her hearing started to come back in her other ear well enough to hear the nurglite thud against the wall.
“Fall.”
Weiss capitalized immediately, already lunging before Okors body fell to the ground. Once, twice, three times Weiss stabbed into his rotting flesh, aiming for his abdomen.
Fall!”
Weiss felt a bullet strike her arm, and Myrtenaster nearly fell from her grip as the round exploded in her shoulder.
.
“Please, just fall.”
Weiss didn’t know if those words were for Okor or herself.
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