01-19-2016, 02:10 AM
Blast it all... That thief was a crafty one, if nothing else. He was left well and truly stuck, for the moment, while the female swordsman, and the other, de-weaponed girl, were free to continue unimpeded by such entanglement. A single feat of brute strength would likely be sufficient to free himself from these chains, but he was preoccupied with contending with an onslaught of sword strikes.
The much greater speed of the swordswoman, when paired with his own restricted range of motion, did not make for a good result for him. Numerous small nicks and scratches soon littered his frame, more than a few of them biting deep enough so spit sparks. The damage was still minor, but it was already beginning to accumulate, his internal sensors already lighting up with warnings about risk of severe damage.
And then it finally happened. With a horrible grating screech of metal, her blade scraped past his makeshift guard with a shower of sparks, and bit deep into his side.
Electricity and loose data flowed from the jagged gash like blood, but it didn't even seem to faze the soldier program. Without even flinching, he surged forward with his left arm and grasped the woman by her forearm. All he needed was one good effort; one good burst of strength and leverage.
The cold look in his eyes as he turned his face on the other girl made her retreat half a pace, bringing her now empty hands up in a pleading gesture. Colonel's eyes only narrowed in contempt. He'd seen people try to play the innocent card before. It hadn't worked then.
With a twist of his entire body, the cyber-soldier took one step forward, straining against the chain binding his left arm, and with a snapping of metal links it broke, the now-loose end flailing and whipping about wildly. And Colonel completed his motion, his arm whipping around to hurl the swordswoman bodlly at the other girl.
His now free hand grasped at the chain still binding his sword arm, and with a harsh tug, it too gave up the ghost, snapping free and releasing its grip on him. The loose chains clattered off the sides of the train, which Colonel now realized was quite literally traversing at nearly a ninety degree incline — straight down. Against all logical thought they were still held to the train as if gravity had re-oriented itself by some bizarre turn of events, and if Colonel had had a stomach...it would have been turned.
"If your teamwork was better you might be fairing better," he said flatly, bringing his sword to bear. Though it was true enough, even their erratic attacks had been enough to keep him hard-pressed to keep up. He'd been forced on the defensive thus far and hadn't had much chance to deliver retaliation of his own. Three against one was just never good odds.
"We're not even on a team!" the rather timid-seeming girl spoke up, indignantly. "I don't even know these people!"
"And yet you're the one who drew your weapon to stay and fight instead of retreating." Colonel's voice was colder than the shots her strange little weapon fired. "If this had nothing to do with you, that would have been the smartest thing to do." His saber flickered with a more pronounced surge of energy, sparks dancing along it. "You're either not that bright, or a terrible liar." He took one step forward, planting his boots firmly on the roof of the train car, raising his saber overhead, looking for all the world like he was ready to charge wildly into the fray.
Some other indignant comment from the lass was cut off with a rough shout of "SCREEN DIVIDE!" The exact same blade of energy that tore a hole through the roof of the train car erupted into sight, carving another molten gash through the metal — and headed right for Jade and Akame.
The much greater speed of the swordswoman, when paired with his own restricted range of motion, did not make for a good result for him. Numerous small nicks and scratches soon littered his frame, more than a few of them biting deep enough so spit sparks. The damage was still minor, but it was already beginning to accumulate, his internal sensors already lighting up with warnings about risk of severe damage.
And then it finally happened. With a horrible grating screech of metal, her blade scraped past his makeshift guard with a shower of sparks, and bit deep into his side.
Electricity and loose data flowed from the jagged gash like blood, but it didn't even seem to faze the soldier program. Without even flinching, he surged forward with his left arm and grasped the woman by her forearm. All he needed was one good effort; one good burst of strength and leverage.
The cold look in his eyes as he turned his face on the other girl made her retreat half a pace, bringing her now empty hands up in a pleading gesture. Colonel's eyes only narrowed in contempt. He'd seen people try to play the innocent card before. It hadn't worked then.
With a twist of his entire body, the cyber-soldier took one step forward, straining against the chain binding his left arm, and with a snapping of metal links it broke, the now-loose end flailing and whipping about wildly. And Colonel completed his motion, his arm whipping around to hurl the swordswoman bodlly at the other girl.
His now free hand grasped at the chain still binding his sword arm, and with a harsh tug, it too gave up the ghost, snapping free and releasing its grip on him. The loose chains clattered off the sides of the train, which Colonel now realized was quite literally traversing at nearly a ninety degree incline — straight down. Against all logical thought they were still held to the train as if gravity had re-oriented itself by some bizarre turn of events, and if Colonel had had a stomach...it would have been turned.
"If your teamwork was better you might be fairing better," he said flatly, bringing his sword to bear. Though it was true enough, even their erratic attacks had been enough to keep him hard-pressed to keep up. He'd been forced on the defensive thus far and hadn't had much chance to deliver retaliation of his own. Three against one was just never good odds.
"We're not even on a team!" the rather timid-seeming girl spoke up, indignantly. "I don't even know these people!"
"And yet you're the one who drew your weapon to stay and fight instead of retreating." Colonel's voice was colder than the shots her strange little weapon fired. "If this had nothing to do with you, that would have been the smartest thing to do." His saber flickered with a more pronounced surge of energy, sparks dancing along it. "You're either not that bright, or a terrible liar." He took one step forward, planting his boots firmly on the roof of the train car, raising his saber overhead, looking for all the world like he was ready to charge wildly into the fray.
Some other indignant comment from the lass was cut off with a rough shout of "SCREEN DIVIDE!" The exact same blade of energy that tore a hole through the roof of the train car erupted into sight, carving another molten gash through the metal — and headed right for Jade and Akame.
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Colonel used Screen Divide
"Hold on a second, I have a call..."
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"Yes, this is Wesker. Go ahead."
"Yes, this is Wesker. Go ahead."