10-29-2015, 10:24 PM
In a short time even too quick for even the Courier herself to react, the hefty mechanical being she threw down with herself was much too heavy for her arms to handle at all, the wastelander immediately lost her grip on the floating platform as Kopaka tightened his grasp on the woman, and though his seeming lack of hands made it hard for such a thing to be possible, it certainly didn't stop him from hugging onto her leg, almost breaking a tendon in her leg.
As soon as the both of them started falling to the toxic pits below, the Courier gasped in pain, desperately kicking away at her adversary, before eventually he let go. Six was almost relieved at this, before she suddenly realized she was plummeting into a vat of who-knows what, and to make matters worse, she could barely see what was below her due to her terribly awkward position in the air.
A second passed, and then the Courier felt a striking pain on her right rib, a loud metallic clang immediately following. Bouncing up from the collision, Six immediately started falling again, unable to breathe for a short moment. She couldn't tell what was worse, the panic she was experiencing, or the horrible sting in her back.
Before she knew it, every single inch of the Courier's body was wet with a awfully uncomfortably feeling liquid, and Kopaka was nowhere to be found, though that was the least of her worries at the moment. Instinctively trying to breathe and filter in the harmful chemicals through her mask, the Courier found that was the biggest mistake she's made yet, immediately choking on the dreadful substance. The wastelander really did regret relying on that so much now, but after spending years at a time in an irradiated desert, she could only hope it was a reasonable mess-up.
Grasping at her throat, Six's eyes began tearing up, coughing up every last bit of the chemicals invading her mouth and nose. Going further down into the pit with each passing second, the Courier frantically looked around the murky mess of chemicals, before suddenly gracing her sight upon a strangely sharp pile of metals. Swimming towards the first thing she saw, she soon realized that this broken mess of technology was actually a crashed vehicle of some sort. Whatever it was, it sort of looked like a similar flight-based transport back in her home turf.
What really caught her eye beyond all this, was the wonderful sight of the barrel of a gun stuck in the heap of crashed garbage beneath her. The fancy demonic armory she saw when she started certainly didn't interest her as much as this, whatever it is. Hastily swimming through the vat of chemicals as quickly as she could, the Courier's head started pulsing in pain, forcing the gunslinger to immediately start ripping away at the destroyed chunks of metal, grabbing at the weapon she was looking for.
Barely even looking at the gun now in her hands, she immediately swam upwards, feeling her vision beginning to fade as her head got worse and worse by the moment. Even the long-lasting effects of radiation weren't this bad in comparison, though the Courier couldn't tell if she was used to it or not. Her chest began tightening to severe levels as her breath got more and more used up by the second.
Suddenly as ever, the Toa warrior was interrupted in the middle of himself swiping away at the excess chemicals by the sound of a loud splash behind him. He turned, only to find the wastelander shakily getting out of the pit of chemical toxins, dripping from head to toe in the debilitating liquid. Cocking back the bolt on the strange weapon the Courier held, she got off her knees, walking to Kopaka, whom was examining Six in her obviously weakened state.
The Courier could compare this to the feeling of having a flashbang go off in one's face, and back where she came from, that might not have been all too bad, because after all, the effect wanes after a while. The difference between that situation and the one she was currently in however, was that this effect did not let up. Every step she made took more and more of a number on her head, and that didn't help her vision in the slightest.
That wouldn't stop her from trying, though. To that, she raised her weapon, and so did her opponent.
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As soon as the both of them started falling to the toxic pits below, the Courier gasped in pain, desperately kicking away at her adversary, before eventually he let go. Six was almost relieved at this, before she suddenly realized she was plummeting into a vat of who-knows what, and to make matters worse, she could barely see what was below her due to her terribly awkward position in the air.
A second passed, and then the Courier felt a striking pain on her right rib, a loud metallic clang immediately following. Bouncing up from the collision, Six immediately started falling again, unable to breathe for a short moment. She couldn't tell what was worse, the panic she was experiencing, or the horrible sting in her back.
Before she knew it, every single inch of the Courier's body was wet with a awfully uncomfortably feeling liquid, and Kopaka was nowhere to be found, though that was the least of her worries at the moment. Instinctively trying to breathe and filter in the harmful chemicals through her mask, the Courier found that was the biggest mistake she's made yet, immediately choking on the dreadful substance. The wastelander really did regret relying on that so much now, but after spending years at a time in an irradiated desert, she could only hope it was a reasonable mess-up.
Grasping at her throat, Six's eyes began tearing up, coughing up every last bit of the chemicals invading her mouth and nose. Going further down into the pit with each passing second, the Courier frantically looked around the murky mess of chemicals, before suddenly gracing her sight upon a strangely sharp pile of metals. Swimming towards the first thing she saw, she soon realized that this broken mess of technology was actually a crashed vehicle of some sort. Whatever it was, it sort of looked like a similar flight-based transport back in her home turf.
What really caught her eye beyond all this, was the wonderful sight of the barrel of a gun stuck in the heap of crashed garbage beneath her. The fancy demonic armory she saw when she started certainly didn't interest her as much as this, whatever it is. Hastily swimming through the vat of chemicals as quickly as she could, the Courier's head started pulsing in pain, forcing the gunslinger to immediately start ripping away at the destroyed chunks of metal, grabbing at the weapon she was looking for.
Barely even looking at the gun now in her hands, she immediately swam upwards, feeling her vision beginning to fade as her head got worse and worse by the moment. Even the long-lasting effects of radiation weren't this bad in comparison, though the Courier couldn't tell if she was used to it or not. Her chest began tightening to severe levels as her breath got more and more used up by the second.
Suddenly as ever, the Toa warrior was interrupted in the middle of himself swiping away at the excess chemicals by the sound of a loud splash behind him. He turned, only to find the wastelander shakily getting out of the pit of chemical toxins, dripping from head to toe in the debilitating liquid. Cocking back the bolt on the strange weapon the Courier held, she got off her knees, walking to Kopaka, whom was examining Six in her obviously weakened state.
The Courier could compare this to the feeling of having a flashbang go off in one's face, and back where she came from, that might not have been all too bad, because after all, the effect wanes after a while. The difference between that situation and the one she was currently in however, was that this effect did not let up. Every step she made took more and more of a number on her head, and that didn't help her vision in the slightest.
That wouldn't stop her from trying, though. To that, she raised her weapon, and so did her opponent.
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