10-30-2015, 09:46 AM
DON't PANIC. DON't PANIC. DON't PANIC. DON't PANIC.
GOD DAMMIT ADAM DON'T TELL YOURSELF NOT TO PANIC.
A few seconds without being blown to fucking shreds was all he really had now. Sure it was a good thing but oh god he was still fucked. Diving behind thoroughly unimpressive cover had barely saved him from the first blast, and now the second grenade was looking to bounce its way right into his face. Inside the mass of weapons and assorted fight-y implements that he had taken cover among the first time.
He was gonna have a bad time.
You gotta calm down and think, man. Adam bro. Slow down. Think.
"Okay...options..." He kicked off a running monologue in his head. His eyes were firmly affixed to the imminent small bouncing metal object of explodey death, so he couldn't take a look around. He really needed to work out a means to not freeze himself in time when he needed to get a look at things."The obvious thing to do is not get blown up. Which means getting the grenade and myself a very respectable distance apart. Very far apart, preferably. Don't have time to make any kind of move like that, myself...not enough time. But maybe..." His eyes lit up with a wicked gleam, and had he not been, y'know...frozen in time and all, there would have been a grin to match.
I got this.
Time started to re-assert itself, slowly at first, like a frame-by-frame on an old tape. And Adam took full advantage of it. Moving in virtual slow motion, he lunged forward, bracing himself with one hand on the ground, and whipped around with his good leg. His eyes were lit up with a faint red glow, the possibility of fucking up his desperate gamble playing hundreds of grisly scenes through his mind: all of them ended with him being blown to bits.
But he didn't fuck up.
Clack-clang!
His shin hit the incoming grenade, and sent it sailing drunkenly back through the air, in the general direction of the giant rusty weapon rack. Adam was generous enough to let fly a parting yowl of pain in his direction as well. Kicking grenades with your unprotected shins wasn't pleasant. It was something he probably should have known, but desperation breeds no time for common sense.
He crashed down on his chest, rolling over several times and landing precariously close to the edge of the platform. "That was awful...that was shit, that was terrible...." He struggled to rise, being as careful as he could not to put any weight on his grenade-impacted leg, just in time to hear the explosive device go off. Adam stared at it like a stupefied, explosion-fascinated twit, the big boom reflected in his glasses clearly.
It was pretty freakin' cool.
But he didn't really have time for that.
Hauling his sorry ass back up to stand, he looked down at the rifle he'd snagged from the weapon racks. "What the fuck does this even do?" He swung it around to point at the opposite side of the field of battle, and was alarmed to see Tartaros out of cover and in the middle of a leap to another platform. A much closer platform. And then his finger found the trigger of his spoopy doom hell rifle.
For just a split second, he was assaulted by a smell worse than the concentrated nasty down below the ring, and then a wave of searing heat belched out of the rifle. A glob of what looked very much like lava blazed out of the guns barrel, arcing through the air and hitting rusty's perch with a sizzle and groan of protesting metal. Then everything exploded half a second later, sending fire and HATE every which way.
Adam's expression went from confused as hell to filled with delight in the space of a second. A series of three more hell-bombs was launched to mostly cover the platform the giant weapons-toting man was on, before the young former time god tossed the weapon aside and turned his eyes skyward. To the TIE fighter suspended overhead.
"Can't believe this shit. Gonna get to blast me somebody with a TIE fighter....if I can get up there."
He flexed his knees, wincing at the spike of pain it caused, and jumped for all he was worth.
GOD DAMMIT ADAM DON'T TELL YOURSELF NOT TO PANIC.
A few seconds without being blown to fucking shreds was all he really had now. Sure it was a good thing but oh god he was still fucked. Diving behind thoroughly unimpressive cover had barely saved him from the first blast, and now the second grenade was looking to bounce its way right into his face. Inside the mass of weapons and assorted fight-y implements that he had taken cover among the first time.
He was gonna have a bad time.
You gotta calm down and think, man. Adam bro. Slow down. Think.
"Okay...options..." He kicked off a running monologue in his head. His eyes were firmly affixed to the imminent small bouncing metal object of explodey death, so he couldn't take a look around. He really needed to work out a means to not freeze himself in time when he needed to get a look at things."The obvious thing to do is not get blown up. Which means getting the grenade and myself a very respectable distance apart. Very far apart, preferably. Don't have time to make any kind of move like that, myself...not enough time. But maybe..." His eyes lit up with a wicked gleam, and had he not been, y'know...frozen in time and all, there would have been a grin to match.
I got this.
Time started to re-assert itself, slowly at first, like a frame-by-frame on an old tape. And Adam took full advantage of it. Moving in virtual slow motion, he lunged forward, bracing himself with one hand on the ground, and whipped around with his good leg. His eyes were lit up with a faint red glow, the possibility of fucking up his desperate gamble playing hundreds of grisly scenes through his mind: all of them ended with him being blown to bits.
But he didn't fuck up.
Clack-clang!
His shin hit the incoming grenade, and sent it sailing drunkenly back through the air, in the general direction of the giant rusty weapon rack. Adam was generous enough to let fly a parting yowl of pain in his direction as well. Kicking grenades with your unprotected shins wasn't pleasant. It was something he probably should have known, but desperation breeds no time for common sense.
He crashed down on his chest, rolling over several times and landing precariously close to the edge of the platform. "That was awful...that was shit, that was terrible...." He struggled to rise, being as careful as he could not to put any weight on his grenade-impacted leg, just in time to hear the explosive device go off. Adam stared at it like a stupefied, explosion-fascinated twit, the big boom reflected in his glasses clearly.
It was pretty freakin' cool.
But he didn't really have time for that.
Hauling his sorry ass back up to stand, he looked down at the rifle he'd snagged from the weapon racks. "What the fuck does this even do?" He swung it around to point at the opposite side of the field of battle, and was alarmed to see Tartaros out of cover and in the middle of a leap to another platform. A much closer platform. And then his finger found the trigger of his spoopy doom hell rifle.
For just a split second, he was assaulted by a smell worse than the concentrated nasty down below the ring, and then a wave of searing heat belched out of the rifle. A glob of what looked very much like lava blazed out of the guns barrel, arcing through the air and hitting rusty's perch with a sizzle and groan of protesting metal. Then everything exploded half a second later, sending fire and HATE every which way.
Adam's expression went from confused as hell to filled with delight in the space of a second. A series of three more hell-bombs was launched to mostly cover the platform the giant weapons-toting man was on, before the young former time god tossed the weapon aside and turned his eyes skyward. To the TIE fighter suspended overhead.
"Can't believe this shit. Gonna get to blast me somebody with a TIE fighter....if I can get up there."
He flexed his knees, wincing at the spike of pain it caused, and jumped for all he was worth.
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