04-25-2016, 05:11 PM
Finally, something he was good at.
For too long he had been searching without answer, or been thrust into unexpected circumstances. Dinosaurs at Isla Nublar, the Cyberdemon at the Hero’s Graveyard, and even that monstrosity that had emerged at the Nexus had all been powerful, but the deck had been stacked against him by Omni in some way already. He’d seen the writing on the wall and quickly left the third.
This wasn’t exactly fair, either. If those bandits lined up and blew him away, he now knew for sure he would just reappear at the Nexus, and without even having to quickly activate his game sprite mode. Meanwhile, they were gone forever as soon as he deleted them. But, as he learned in Mainframe, the Games, the Web, and especially here in the Omniverse, life wasn’t fair. For once the odds seemed tipped in his favor, so he would all he could to ensure they stayed that way.
There was all sorts of wreckage and rubble near the entrance, and Matrix decided to use it as cover. Once he was situated, he held up his hand to gesture that he was ready. He hadn’t considered that there really was no way of knowing if they would understand what that meant, given there clearly wasn’t much else in common with him and the others. Whether or not they knew those specific gestures was irrelevant, however, because the basic point got across. Gurney and Duncan opened fire, and announced to the bandit enclave that trouble had arrived.
Just as predicted, bandits came pouring towards the entrance, and right at the hidden sprite. Matrix grinned as he rose, Gun levitating to his hand with a decisive snap as he moved. He only made contact with the firearm just as he extended his arm fully. The bandits were caught unaware of yet another enemy in their vicinity, and many came to a complete stop. It was more than Matrix could have imagined.
“Gun, command line!” Matrix shouted, as the gears began turning. “Burst fire mode!”
Bandits scattered, and some raised their own weapons. Matrix fearlessly, or perhaps foolishly, disregarded his own cover as he released three shot volley after volley, striking a bandit down with each shot. His gunfire added to that of the secondaries, and the screaming and yelling of the bandits certainly ensured that the entire encampment was aware of their presence.
The first twelve bandits fell in no time at all. Matrix had actually lost track of how many shots he’d fired, and jumped in place when his thirteenth trigger pull resulted in steam pouring from the sides of the weapon. He grunted in annoyance, but reached up with his other hand and pulled the vents back to allow weapon to cool. While that was happening, he moved in on his own. He broke into a sprint and charged forward, dropping the weapon and letting it resume its spot on his hip.
If the bandits were stunned before, they were in panic now. They were untrained killers, preferring scared and helpless prey to the slightest of confrontations. So, as the leaders tried to coax the more foolish ones to advance, they were stunned by the charging hulk that approached them. Matrix slammed into the nearest bandit with a decisive blow that shattered bones. The man flew backwards, and other bandits cursed and opened fire or charged in on their own, believing in their own strength in numbers. Still, others fled.
Matrix ducked and moved behind some cover, snapping his gun back into his hand. He manually switched it back to the single shot mode, and moved down a bit further. He waited for a second as it cooled, then leaped out and opened fire once again.
More screaming, more gunfire. The sound of battle was like home to him, and there was no doubt that he had the attention of the camp.
For too long he had been searching without answer, or been thrust into unexpected circumstances. Dinosaurs at Isla Nublar, the Cyberdemon at the Hero’s Graveyard, and even that monstrosity that had emerged at the Nexus had all been powerful, but the deck had been stacked against him by Omni in some way already. He’d seen the writing on the wall and quickly left the third.
This wasn’t exactly fair, either. If those bandits lined up and blew him away, he now knew for sure he would just reappear at the Nexus, and without even having to quickly activate his game sprite mode. Meanwhile, they were gone forever as soon as he deleted them. But, as he learned in Mainframe, the Games, the Web, and especially here in the Omniverse, life wasn’t fair. For once the odds seemed tipped in his favor, so he would all he could to ensure they stayed that way.
There was all sorts of wreckage and rubble near the entrance, and Matrix decided to use it as cover. Once he was situated, he held up his hand to gesture that he was ready. He hadn’t considered that there really was no way of knowing if they would understand what that meant, given there clearly wasn’t much else in common with him and the others. Whether or not they knew those specific gestures was irrelevant, however, because the basic point got across. Gurney and Duncan opened fire, and announced to the bandit enclave that trouble had arrived.
Just as predicted, bandits came pouring towards the entrance, and right at the hidden sprite. Matrix grinned as he rose, Gun levitating to his hand with a decisive snap as he moved. He only made contact with the firearm just as he extended his arm fully. The bandits were caught unaware of yet another enemy in their vicinity, and many came to a complete stop. It was more than Matrix could have imagined.
“Gun, command line!” Matrix shouted, as the gears began turning. “Burst fire mode!”
Bandits scattered, and some raised their own weapons. Matrix fearlessly, or perhaps foolishly, disregarded his own cover as he released three shot volley after volley, striking a bandit down with each shot. His gunfire added to that of the secondaries, and the screaming and yelling of the bandits certainly ensured that the entire encampment was aware of their presence.
The first twelve bandits fell in no time at all. Matrix had actually lost track of how many shots he’d fired, and jumped in place when his thirteenth trigger pull resulted in steam pouring from the sides of the weapon. He grunted in annoyance, but reached up with his other hand and pulled the vents back to allow weapon to cool. While that was happening, he moved in on his own. He broke into a sprint and charged forward, dropping the weapon and letting it resume its spot on his hip.
If the bandits were stunned before, they were in panic now. They were untrained killers, preferring scared and helpless prey to the slightest of confrontations. So, as the leaders tried to coax the more foolish ones to advance, they were stunned by the charging hulk that approached them. Matrix slammed into the nearest bandit with a decisive blow that shattered bones. The man flew backwards, and other bandits cursed and opened fire or charged in on their own, believing in their own strength in numbers. Still, others fled.
Matrix ducked and moved behind some cover, snapping his gun back into his hand. He manually switched it back to the single shot mode, and moved down a bit further. He waited for a second as it cooled, then leaped out and opened fire once again.
More screaming, more gunfire. The sound of battle was like home to him, and there was no doubt that he had the attention of the camp.