01-29-2016, 04:44 PM
The train car had been decoupled from the rest of the train, in some fantastic display of a power Colonel couldn't pin down. If he didn't know any better, he'd almost say the timid-seeming girl had done it with here mind. But that was impossible.There was no grounding for something like that in possibility.
He could dwell on whatever had caused it later. How it had happened didn't matter nearly as much as that it had happened, in the situation at hand. The train car coasted onward for a short time, before coming to its inevitable halt in the midst of a snowy wilderness. His quarry ditched the motionless hunk of former transport, and bolted across the nearby terrain.
In a straight contest of speed, they would have likely gotten away quite easily. His heavy tread, crunching slowly but steadily through the now, couldn't hope to keep up with even the slowest of the three over any great distance. As he crested a bank of snow to glare down at the glimmering face of the frozen lake, he was surprised to find any of them still within sight. The girl with the sword, standing ready to face him from the looks of it, and the other girl, with the strange canine ears, dashing off across the lake.
The thief was nowhere to be seen, immediately setting off an alarm flag in the soldier program's mind. They were up to something. Finally showing their colors, working in tandem. Caution was the order of the day.
He advanced down the embankment of snow, his saber held up in a guarded position over his chest. Sparks flickered and danced from the severed wires in the twin pair of gashes across his torso, casting his face into stark relief in the dim shade of his helmet, revealing an expression of focused intent, his attention zeroed in on the sword-wielding girl directly before him. Contend with the known threat first, but keep alert for any tricky tactics.
In answer to his slow march forward, Akame charged forward to meet him. Her speed had her within striking range before the cybernetic soldier had taken more than a few steps. Steel met sizzling plasma in a shower of sparks. For a moment there was a deadlock, blades held steady. Advancing downhill as he was, coupled with his larger stature, Colonel had the clear edge in leverage — not to mention raw power. Even with only one arm to bring to bear in the struggle of locked blades, he overpowered the girl readily, forcing her back. First one step, then another.
And then the unassuming white powder proved how disastrous it could be, as the one-cut killer put her foot down in a pile of more slush than snow, sinking down into the frigid half-liquid. Her balance was thrown off, and she staggered, just enough to present an opening.
An opening Colonel exploited fully.
His left arm came seemingly from out of nowhere, striking the girl in her stomach with all the force of a sledgehammer. It actually lifted her off the ground, the breath exploding out of her lungs. Her eyes went wide, whether from the shock or pain, Colonel had no idea. But when his massive boot came up a moment later, 'catching' her as she fell with a savage kick, there was no question. It was a look of pain that flashed across her features as she was sent flying through the air, once again, like a rag doll. He had already learned not to underestimate her, during their brief duel on the train. In a prolonged clash, her speed would inevitably give her the edge. He needed to play to his own strengths.
And as he resumed his slow march down the hill, watching the raven-haired swordswoman crash down on the icy surface of the lake, his saber blazed with a cascading shower of sparks, his signature attack readying for use. His ever so faintly luminous green eyes flicked out across the lake, searching for any sign of the canine-eared girl, keeping in mind any treachery she might be up to. And he strained his hearing for any indication of the chain-wielding thief. He didn't want to let himself be blindsided by those chains again.
His heavy boots crunched down on the ice at the lake's edge, and he was greeted with the sight of Akame rising back up to stand, looking ready to continue the fight despite her breathless manner of carrying herself. Though it didn't show, he was rather surprised she was already back on her feet. Blows of that caliber would have easily crippled a regular human beyond functioning.
No matter. Colonel always had other tricks up his sleeve.
"SCREEN DIVIDE!"
He could dwell on whatever had caused it later. How it had happened didn't matter nearly as much as that it had happened, in the situation at hand. The train car coasted onward for a short time, before coming to its inevitable halt in the midst of a snowy wilderness. His quarry ditched the motionless hunk of former transport, and bolted across the nearby terrain.
In a straight contest of speed, they would have likely gotten away quite easily. His heavy tread, crunching slowly but steadily through the now, couldn't hope to keep up with even the slowest of the three over any great distance. As he crested a bank of snow to glare down at the glimmering face of the frozen lake, he was surprised to find any of them still within sight. The girl with the sword, standing ready to face him from the looks of it, and the other girl, with the strange canine ears, dashing off across the lake.
The thief was nowhere to be seen, immediately setting off an alarm flag in the soldier program's mind. They were up to something. Finally showing their colors, working in tandem. Caution was the order of the day.
He advanced down the embankment of snow, his saber held up in a guarded position over his chest. Sparks flickered and danced from the severed wires in the twin pair of gashes across his torso, casting his face into stark relief in the dim shade of his helmet, revealing an expression of focused intent, his attention zeroed in on the sword-wielding girl directly before him. Contend with the known threat first, but keep alert for any tricky tactics.
In answer to his slow march forward, Akame charged forward to meet him. Her speed had her within striking range before the cybernetic soldier had taken more than a few steps. Steel met sizzling plasma in a shower of sparks. For a moment there was a deadlock, blades held steady. Advancing downhill as he was, coupled with his larger stature, Colonel had the clear edge in leverage — not to mention raw power. Even with only one arm to bring to bear in the struggle of locked blades, he overpowered the girl readily, forcing her back. First one step, then another.
And then the unassuming white powder proved how disastrous it could be, as the one-cut killer put her foot down in a pile of more slush than snow, sinking down into the frigid half-liquid. Her balance was thrown off, and she staggered, just enough to present an opening.
An opening Colonel exploited fully.
His left arm came seemingly from out of nowhere, striking the girl in her stomach with all the force of a sledgehammer. It actually lifted her off the ground, the breath exploding out of her lungs. Her eyes went wide, whether from the shock or pain, Colonel had no idea. But when his massive boot came up a moment later, 'catching' her as she fell with a savage kick, there was no question. It was a look of pain that flashed across her features as she was sent flying through the air, once again, like a rag doll. He had already learned not to underestimate her, during their brief duel on the train. In a prolonged clash, her speed would inevitably give her the edge. He needed to play to his own strengths.
And as he resumed his slow march down the hill, watching the raven-haired swordswoman crash down on the icy surface of the lake, his saber blazed with a cascading shower of sparks, his signature attack readying for use. His ever so faintly luminous green eyes flicked out across the lake, searching for any sign of the canine-eared girl, keeping in mind any treachery she might be up to. And he strained his hearing for any indication of the chain-wielding thief. He didn't want to let himself be blindsided by those chains again.
His heavy boots crunched down on the ice at the lake's edge, and he was greeted with the sight of Akame rising back up to stand, looking ready to continue the fight despite her breathless manner of carrying herself. Though it didn't show, he was rather surprised she was already back on her feet. Blows of that caliber would have easily crippled a regular human beyond functioning.
No matter. Colonel always had other tricks up his sleeve.
"SCREEN DIVIDE!"
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Colonel used Screen Divide -V-
Fight has officially moved out onto the surface of the lake. Do your worst! :rage:
"Hold on a second, I have a call..."
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"Yes, this is Wesker. Go ahead."
"Yes, this is Wesker. Go ahead."