03-29-2016, 07:25 PM
The Doomguy grumbled disinterestedly under his breath as he pushed another shell into his shotgun with an audible click.
"Eh... Go fuck yourself, kid. I ain't gotta justify the shit I do to the likes'a you, your crew of rejects or the corporate assholes you work for."
Scowling in response, the skeleton clicked his fingers. In a moment, beams of glowing, fluorescent light emerged from the floating skulls, singing the marine's armour and burning his flesh as he tried to duck out the way. The Doomguy stumbled across the floor, lances of bone flying past his head as he fumbled with his shotgun. Eventually, he gripped his gun tightly and fired at the skeletal figure. In what seemed like an instant, Sans floated to the side, the pieces of shot barely scraping across his bright blue jacket's arm.
"Try again, murderer."
Before the marine could respond, he was met with another barrage of bones barreling towards him, knocking against his chestplate and shunting him backwards.
Doomguy muttered and cursed under his breath as he began to run.
"HERE'S SOME PARTING GIFTS, ASSHOLE!", he yelled, throwing a batch of frag grenades backwards into the pun-loving corpse as he bolted for the gate.
Sans tried to leap for cover, but it was too late. The explosives detonated in a blast of raging flame, searing his leg and knocking and chunk of scaffold into his back. The skeleton groaned in pain before telekinetically flinging the iron bar off of his back and giving chase yet again.
Zooming across the roof, the walking, talking cadaver found himself with Doomguy again rather quickly, following the trail of bullet casings, burn marks and broken doors. Picking up a broken chunk of rubble and tossing it at the marine, he got his attention rather quickly.
"What the he- It's you again! WILL YOU ALL JUST LEAVE THE FUCK ALONE!"
"Not until you answer for what you've done."
"THIS IS THE LAST. FUCKING. TIME."
The Doomguy gripped his chaingun, his veins visibly bulging from underneath his skin, and opened fire. Sans zig-zagged down across rooof and through the hail of gunfire, summoning shields of bone from the ground with a simple wave of his hand. As he began to approach the marine, the skeleton stopped, summoning a barrier of bones all around himself. It wasn't going to keep him completely safe, but it was good enough for what he had planned. As rounds battered against the barricade and whizzed past his skull, Sans began to summon his blasters.
-CRACK-
The barricade had broken, leaving a shouting, cursing Doomguy right in front of his now tired target. Enraged, the marine charged towards him, holding his chaingun like a club.
"Wait for iiiiiit...", Sans muttered under his breath, smiling.
"ARGH!"
The Doomguy fell to the ground, revealing the smoking backside of his armour and a pair of floating skulls behind him.
"Bingo."
"YOU THINK THIS IS A FUCKING GAME?!", the rampaging marine screamed at the top of his lungs as he got off the floor, clutching his fists tightly. He struck first, surprising Sans and landing a firm blow on his jaw, almost dislocating it, "I'LL SHOW YOU A REAL FUCKING FIGHT."
The second blow was as vicious as the first, knocking the ossified irritance across the floor of the hall and onto his back. Though just as the marine was about to land a third and final blow with his boot, he was shoved forward by a familiar, rotting fist.
"GRUNDY SAY YOU SHOULD LISTEN."
As he turned his head, the marine found three burned, battered and bloodied men staring at him from the busted fire exit with a pair of yellow orbs, a pair of shattered red eyepieces, and a pair of dull, grey eyes.
"Fuck's sake. Not you assholes again.”, the marine groaned, panting as he spoke “How are you still ali-"
Doomguy was interrupted by a large spike of a slug embedding itself in the floor with a violent thud, just in front of his dull beige combat boots. He looked up, finding a shotgun barrel pointed straight towards him.
“Come on now”, Tartaros’ voice replied, distorted by a mangled vox grille. “Give it up. You’ve caused enough damage already. I’m giving you one last chance. Put down your weapon and we’ll all go on with on lives. Hell, maybe get some drinks or some dreck like that. Just. Stand Down.”
Taggart sighed, the vice-like grip of his fists slumping as he reached for his gear.
“Nice and slow.”, the Luna Wolf continued, his sights still firmly affixed on the marine’s leaf-green chestplate.
“I suppose you might be right…”, the man grumbled as he began to wrap his hands around the handle of his favoured explosive device. “BUT I DON’T FUCKIN’ CARE!”
“Motherfuc-”
Tartaros unloaded a slug into Doomguy’s torso as his two comrades tried to charge ahead, but it was too late. The marine had already fired, sending a primed rocket right into the center of the group. All Tartaros could hope for now is to strike back just as fiercely, if could even move afterwards.
In moments, the hallway was consumed in flames and smoke as the marine fled towards the next floor, screaming half-audible, pain-fueled taunts towards the group as he leaped and bounded across the rooftop.
"Eh... Go fuck yourself, kid. I ain't gotta justify the shit I do to the likes'a you, your crew of rejects or the corporate assholes you work for."
Scowling in response, the skeleton clicked his fingers. In a moment, beams of glowing, fluorescent light emerged from the floating skulls, singing the marine's armour and burning his flesh as he tried to duck out the way. The Doomguy stumbled across the floor, lances of bone flying past his head as he fumbled with his shotgun. Eventually, he gripped his gun tightly and fired at the skeletal figure. In what seemed like an instant, Sans floated to the side, the pieces of shot barely scraping across his bright blue jacket's arm.
"Try again, murderer."
Before the marine could respond, he was met with another barrage of bones barreling towards him, knocking against his chestplate and shunting him backwards.
Doomguy muttered and cursed under his breath as he began to run.
"HERE'S SOME PARTING GIFTS, ASSHOLE!", he yelled, throwing a batch of frag grenades backwards into the pun-loving corpse as he bolted for the gate.
Sans tried to leap for cover, but it was too late. The explosives detonated in a blast of raging flame, searing his leg and knocking and chunk of scaffold into his back. The skeleton groaned in pain before telekinetically flinging the iron bar off of his back and giving chase yet again.
Zooming across the roof, the walking, talking cadaver found himself with Doomguy again rather quickly, following the trail of bullet casings, burn marks and broken doors. Picking up a broken chunk of rubble and tossing it at the marine, he got his attention rather quickly.
"What the he- It's you again! WILL YOU ALL JUST LEAVE THE FUCK ALONE!"
"Not until you answer for what you've done."
"THIS IS THE LAST. FUCKING. TIME."
The Doomguy gripped his chaingun, his veins visibly bulging from underneath his skin, and opened fire. Sans zig-zagged down across rooof and through the hail of gunfire, summoning shields of bone from the ground with a simple wave of his hand. As he began to approach the marine, the skeleton stopped, summoning a barrier of bones all around himself. It wasn't going to keep him completely safe, but it was good enough for what he had planned. As rounds battered against the barricade and whizzed past his skull, Sans began to summon his blasters.
-CRACK-
The barricade had broken, leaving a shouting, cursing Doomguy right in front of his now tired target. Enraged, the marine charged towards him, holding his chaingun like a club.
"Wait for iiiiiit...", Sans muttered under his breath, smiling.
"ARGH!"
The Doomguy fell to the ground, revealing the smoking backside of his armour and a pair of floating skulls behind him.
"Bingo."
"YOU THINK THIS IS A FUCKING GAME?!", the rampaging marine screamed at the top of his lungs as he got off the floor, clutching his fists tightly. He struck first, surprising Sans and landing a firm blow on his jaw, almost dislocating it, "I'LL SHOW YOU A REAL FUCKING FIGHT."
The second blow was as vicious as the first, knocking the ossified irritance across the floor of the hall and onto his back. Though just as the marine was about to land a third and final blow with his boot, he was shoved forward by a familiar, rotting fist.
"GRUNDY SAY YOU SHOULD LISTEN."
As he turned his head, the marine found three burned, battered and bloodied men staring at him from the busted fire exit with a pair of yellow orbs, a pair of shattered red eyepieces, and a pair of dull, grey eyes.
"Fuck's sake. Not you assholes again.”, the marine groaned, panting as he spoke “How are you still ali-"
Doomguy was interrupted by a large spike of a slug embedding itself in the floor with a violent thud, just in front of his dull beige combat boots. He looked up, finding a shotgun barrel pointed straight towards him.
“Come on now”, Tartaros’ voice replied, distorted by a mangled vox grille. “Give it up. You’ve caused enough damage already. I’m giving you one last chance. Put down your weapon and we’ll all go on with on lives. Hell, maybe get some drinks or some dreck like that. Just. Stand Down.”
Taggart sighed, the vice-like grip of his fists slumping as he reached for his gear.
“Nice and slow.”, the Luna Wolf continued, his sights still firmly affixed on the marine’s leaf-green chestplate.
“I suppose you might be right…”, the man grumbled as he began to wrap his hands around the handle of his favoured explosive device. “BUT I DON’T FUCKIN’ CARE!”
“Motherfuc-”
Tartaros unloaded a slug into Doomguy’s torso as his two comrades tried to charge ahead, but it was too late. The marine had already fired, sending a primed rocket right into the center of the group. All Tartaros could hope for now is to strike back just as fiercely, if could even move afterwards.
In moments, the hallway was consumed in flames and smoke as the marine fled towards the next floor, screaming half-audible, pain-fueled taunts towards the group as he leaped and bounded across the rooftop.
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Quote:Sans used Do You Wanna Have A Bad Time, Dem Bones and Gaster Blaster - 1 SP spent
Doomguy used Shotgun, Chaingun and Rocket Launcher.
Tartaros used Combat Shotgun.
Solomon Grundy tried to use his fists, but asplosions 2stronk
Somerled Murdoch tried to use Osmium Hammer, but asplosions 2stronk
Sans isn’t in great shape, as he’s been thoroughly ripped and teared
Doomguy’s been shot with a slug and burned quite badly by the Gaster Blasters
Tartaros, Somerled and Grundy have just been asploded again, needless to say, Tart is pretty pissed