Day 2 Morning

[Albert Wesker]

This time it looked like he was really in over his head. Whatever this thing was, it certainly looked a hell of a lot more nasty than the last guardian he'd rumbled with. That thing had been big and menacing, but it's only armament had been that drill-arm. This thing, though? It had a rocket launcher arm. And a sword, probably the relic they were after, in its other hand. For once, Colonel was honestly glad he wasn't fighting this thing one on one. That would have been a sure way to wind up in a very bad spot.

Explosions and smoke covered the battlefield as the horrific demon let fly with a volley of missiles. The mechanical soldier instinctively dropped into a roll to one side, coming up sprawled out against a chunk of debris, blacked by the chain of explosions and constant exposure to the dust and ash clogging the air. Pain radiated down his spin and he almost wished his arm was numb from how it felt. Sparks flickered around his shoulder joint, the misaligned mechanisms within protesting greatly against his lack of repairing them posthaste. A faint grinding of gears sounded from his legs as he forced himself upright. Peering around his semblance of cover, he watched as the green man charged the monstrosity, and tried to tackle it down...with all the effectiveness of a toddler hitting a linebacker.

A blow from the sword sent Matrix flying, and the demon raised its rocket launching appendage to unleash another deadly hail of rocket fire. The unmistakable booming crack of a firearm sounded, and the demon rounded on the source of the unexpected shot, presenting its back to its intended prey, and leaving its flank wide open to him. Now.

With a flick of his undamaged wrist, the sword in his hand disengaged, falling apart into its whip state. A few short, stuttering steps was all it took, even with his hampered freedom of movement, and he was within range. His arm went up and so did the sword-whip, and in a flash of steel the serpentine mass of blades lashed out and entangled itself around the rocket launcher the beast sported. A mighty tug sent the creature's aim wide, rockets spraying everywhere and minimizing any devastating effect they might have had on his 'allies'.

But all that had really been accomplished was he'd made the cyberdemon good and mad. Its horned visage rounded on him, leering down at him, but was distracted from visiting retribution on him by the knife jabbing into its neck from behind. With a garbled, inhuman growling noise it shrugged the would-be assassin off of its back, and with strength befitting its monstrous frame, gave a pull of its own on the whip barely restraining its limb.

The soldier program was sent staggering out into the open, his balance hopelessly torn from him. All he could do was disengage the sword-whip's hold and withdraw it to its blade form, bringing it to bear against a blow from the thing's own sword as it swept around in a vicious arc.

Electricity and loose data flared from the gaping wound in his torso as he deflected the blow — if you could call it deflecting it — and was knocked clean off his feet from the impact, sending him rolling and skidding haplessly off the ground. Only the peal of two more shots from what must have been quite the oversized gun kept the demonic brute from stamping out Colonel's life — quite literally, as its cloven hoof crashed down inches from his head.