Day 1 Morning

[Albert Wesker]

His entire body ached from the impact of that thing — Mr Bubbles, had the child called it? What a child was even doing here at all was beyond him. There had been no sight of her, or of this hulking abomination at the temple when Teucer summoned them all to this place. So neither of them were among the number of the 'heroes' that had been brought here, which left one option.

"Looks like I got lucky..." he muttered, teeth clenched as he sucked in a deep breath, trying fervently to ignore the dull ache as he brought the still quite unfamiliar sword to bear, pointing it at the massive form of 'Mr. Bubbles' and casting a short glance at the child. A quick inspection brought the bracers she bore to his attention, and his eyes narrowed. One of the Relics, already. That was quite the stroke of luck. He whipped his head back around to face the monolithic mechanized monstrosity, and squared himself off into his trademark offensive posture.

Knees bent, spread wide, ready to spring forward and attack; sword held over his torso, poised to strike out at any angle to intercept a wily foe, or exploit any opening presented. His lack of any of the usual combat routines he made use of would limit his options harshly, and force him to strategize, if he wanted to have a decent shot at coming out on top in this engagement. And given the sheer size and mass of the bloodstained behemoth, a strategy was rapidly forming. Use its own size against it. In terms of raw power, it would likely have the advantage, if only due to sheer leverage. But its bulkiness would surely impede its momentum and grace, and leave it...unbalanced.

He didn't quite crack a smile, but some of the grimness faded from his face. "Combat routine, set..." His eyes flashed with killing intent, his entire frame bowing forward, like a coiled snake about to strike. "...Execute!" And he broke into a run, covering the short distance between him and the drill-toting creature. A sound that grated on Colonel's senses like the groaning, tearing noise of metal, reverberating with an unholy shriek, met his charge. The lights in the brute's helmet flashed red, the drill it toted spinning up with an ominous whirr.

It struck, its drill lashing out with deceptive quickness, and sending up a shower of sparks as it grated against the blade of Colonel's weapon. He was barely able to deflect the blow, and it sent him staggering to one side. "Damn..." As if on cue, the blade of his sword seemed to shatter, falling to pieces. The cord connecting them glinted in the sunlight, and with only a flick of the wrist, it was hauled up into Colonel's opposite hand, and flung out, wrapping around the brutish beast's legs.

The drill came around again, carving a buzzing arc through the air and nearly taking off Colonel's head, had the soldier navi not already been ducking low, hauling on the bladed whip to tighten the noose.

Leaping back, the drill bit into the stone where he had been standing, and with a powerful yank, putting all of his strength into it, the cyber soldier pulled the balance right out from under the behemoth, sending it toppling over backwards, another shrieking groan of tortured metal going up, along with a much more human shriek from the little girl behind him.

Immediately, Colonel was on the attack, uncoiling and withdrawing the sword, forming it back into a solid blade, and rushing in for the kill.