08-04-2016, 10:46 PM
"I guess we're doing this, then?" Mick asks.
"You bet." Darky responds, aiming the pistols in the Rogue's direction. The hot-headed criminal responds with a full-on charge, causing the psychotic mercenary to sidestep once again. He attempts to get a shot in whilst Mick is charging, but misses, hitting the floor behind him. "Damn."
"I WILL MAKE SURE YOU BURN!" Mick's voice booms throughout the whole factory, turning around and drawing the Heat Gun. In response, Darklocke lines up a pistol shot, hitting Mick's right elbow dead on. "GRrr..." Mick drops the Heat Gun, holding his arm.
"Something tells me lead isn't your favorite thing in the world." Scott states. "How about some FIRE?!" he adds, turning on the flamethrowers on the pistols before laughing once again, practically taunting the arsonist. His smile continues to make Mick's blood boil.
"I do appreciate some good ol' fire." Mick states. "This time, however, I think I'll pass." He then reaches down, picking up the Heat Gun again. As he raises his head up, he sights Scott charging at him. Lining up a shot, the Rogue fires the Heat Gun, which lands a hit on Scott's left wrist. With a yelp, Darky drops his guns and taps out the fire, before quickly swiping them again and positioning them both in Mick's direction, ready to open fire. Mick begins moving towards him in a zigzag pattern, attempting to focus his own weapon, but finding it quite hard to aim whilst moving.
"You're making it hard to do my job, you know that?" Darklocke asks.
"Of course I'm making your damn job hard." the arsonist responds.
"Hey, watch the mouth! Keep things appropriate." Scott responds. "Now, stand still and let me murder you."
"How about no?" the hot-blooded criminal responds, taking a swing at Scott's head with the hand holding the Heat Gun. He dodges, and responds by pressing his gun barrel on the side of Mick's head.
"Well, this has been fun." Scott says. "Too bad this has to end so soon..."
Sighting an attack of opportunity, Mick smirks.
"Not yet."
He then performs a kick to Scott's leg, sending him crashing down to the floor. As the hired guard stumbles back up, a fist meets his forehead. Mick then lines up another shot towards him.
"Time for me to end this." Mick states, before opening fire. A jet of flame emerges forth, and Scott attempts to dodge, but gets burnt on the lower arm, right this time. He drops his weapons and taps out the flame again. As he swipes them again, Mick goes to reload...
And finds himself all out of energy cells.
"...Fuck, I'm out of ammo." Mick states.
"Great, you're out of ammo." Darky responds. "Makes this easier for me."
Throwing the Heat Gun aside, the sound of metal hitting tile resonating from it's impact, Mick performs another charge at the hired killer. Then, gunshots. Two of them. Both of them miss, just a little to the left or right of Mick.
"Why can I not aim worth crap today?" the mercenary complains, as the Rogue gets closer. Then, a kick lands in the mercenary's left leg, followed by an elbow to the jaw, and then two swift kicks to the chest, causing him to stumble back. Mick smirks.
"This is going well so far, isn't it?" Mick asks. He then takes a swing and lands a hit on the merc's left hand, knocking the gun to the floor. He then performs a kick to the left one for the same purpose, before tackling him to the ground. The two struggle, and Scott grabs Mick's right arm, right where the gunshot landed, causing Mick to yelp. Mick responds by kneeing Darklocke's private parts, causing a similar yelp.
"You will burn. There's no way around it." Mick states.
"You don't have your gun. How exactly are you gonna do that?" the mercenary responds, his smile remaining. Mick sees his reflection in his teeth for a few seconds.
"Well, 'Darklocke,' it helps that I have the upper hand here." Mick states. He then grabs the mercenary by the collar of his shirt - finding it easier than he expected - and gets up, picking up Darklocke with him. He stares into his dark brown eyes, anger being obvious on both ends.
"I could kill you right now, you know." the arsonist states.
"You wouldn't, though. You wouldn't." Darklocke responds. He then raises his left hand. "I, on the other hand..."
Just as quickly as he was picked up, Darky performs a punch to the Rogue's gut, causing him to drop him, Scott landing on his feet. He turns towards the door.
"Well...This fight isn't going anywhere." Scott states. "It's been fun..." He then, smile remaining, swipes up his two guns. "But I've gotta run. Cya!" The mercenary then runs, performing an undoubtedly-unnecessary roll before kicking the door down and running.
"That was a bit much on the theatrics, don't you think?" Mick sighs. He turns towards the Heat Gun. "No real reason to not leave the Heat Gun there...I can just summon another one, and I'm fairly certain the Rebellion's clean-up crew will be the last people here until the place is fully taken."
He then turns towards his arm. "Let's hope the Rebellion has a medical ward of some sort...I'm not gonna recover easy otherwise."
He then begins a walk through the room. Obviously the biggest one in the building, Mick sighs, but nonetheless, gets ready to finish this...
"You bet." Darky responds, aiming the pistols in the Rogue's direction. The hot-headed criminal responds with a full-on charge, causing the psychotic mercenary to sidestep once again. He attempts to get a shot in whilst Mick is charging, but misses, hitting the floor behind him. "Damn."
"I WILL MAKE SURE YOU BURN!" Mick's voice booms throughout the whole factory, turning around and drawing the Heat Gun. In response, Darklocke lines up a pistol shot, hitting Mick's right elbow dead on. "GRrr..." Mick drops the Heat Gun, holding his arm.
"Something tells me lead isn't your favorite thing in the world." Scott states. "How about some FIRE?!" he adds, turning on the flamethrowers on the pistols before laughing once again, practically taunting the arsonist. His smile continues to make Mick's blood boil.
"I do appreciate some good ol' fire." Mick states. "This time, however, I think I'll pass." He then reaches down, picking up the Heat Gun again. As he raises his head up, he sights Scott charging at him. Lining up a shot, the Rogue fires the Heat Gun, which lands a hit on Scott's left wrist. With a yelp, Darky drops his guns and taps out the fire, before quickly swiping them again and positioning them both in Mick's direction, ready to open fire. Mick begins moving towards him in a zigzag pattern, attempting to focus his own weapon, but finding it quite hard to aim whilst moving.
"You're making it hard to do my job, you know that?" Darklocke asks.
"Of course I'm making your damn job hard." the arsonist responds.
"Hey, watch the mouth! Keep things appropriate." Scott responds. "Now, stand still and let me murder you."
"How about no?" the hot-blooded criminal responds, taking a swing at Scott's head with the hand holding the Heat Gun. He dodges, and responds by pressing his gun barrel on the side of Mick's head.
"Well, this has been fun." Scott says. "Too bad this has to end so soon..."
Sighting an attack of opportunity, Mick smirks.
"Not yet."
He then performs a kick to Scott's leg, sending him crashing down to the floor. As the hired guard stumbles back up, a fist meets his forehead. Mick then lines up another shot towards him.
"Time for me to end this." Mick states, before opening fire. A jet of flame emerges forth, and Scott attempts to dodge, but gets burnt on the lower arm, right this time. He drops his weapons and taps out the flame again. As he swipes them again, Mick goes to reload...
And finds himself all out of energy cells.
"...Fuck, I'm out of ammo." Mick states.
"Great, you're out of ammo." Darky responds. "Makes this easier for me."
Throwing the Heat Gun aside, the sound of metal hitting tile resonating from it's impact, Mick performs another charge at the hired killer. Then, gunshots. Two of them. Both of them miss, just a little to the left or right of Mick.
"Why can I not aim worth crap today?" the mercenary complains, as the Rogue gets closer. Then, a kick lands in the mercenary's left leg, followed by an elbow to the jaw, and then two swift kicks to the chest, causing him to stumble back. Mick smirks.
"This is going well so far, isn't it?" Mick asks. He then takes a swing and lands a hit on the merc's left hand, knocking the gun to the floor. He then performs a kick to the left one for the same purpose, before tackling him to the ground. The two struggle, and Scott grabs Mick's right arm, right where the gunshot landed, causing Mick to yelp. Mick responds by kneeing Darklocke's private parts, causing a similar yelp.
"You will burn. There's no way around it." Mick states.
"You don't have your gun. How exactly are you gonna do that?" the mercenary responds, his smile remaining. Mick sees his reflection in his teeth for a few seconds.
"Well, 'Darklocke,' it helps that I have the upper hand here." Mick states. He then grabs the mercenary by the collar of his shirt - finding it easier than he expected - and gets up, picking up Darklocke with him. He stares into his dark brown eyes, anger being obvious on both ends.
"I could kill you right now, you know." the arsonist states.
"You wouldn't, though. You wouldn't." Darklocke responds. He then raises his left hand. "I, on the other hand..."
Just as quickly as he was picked up, Darky performs a punch to the Rogue's gut, causing him to drop him, Scott landing on his feet. He turns towards the door.
"Well...This fight isn't going anywhere." Scott states. "It's been fun..." He then, smile remaining, swipes up his two guns. "But I've gotta run. Cya!" The mercenary then runs, performing an undoubtedly-unnecessary roll before kicking the door down and running.
"That was a bit much on the theatrics, don't you think?" Mick sighs. He turns towards the Heat Gun. "No real reason to not leave the Heat Gun there...I can just summon another one, and I'm fairly certain the Rebellion's clean-up crew will be the last people here until the place is fully taken."
He then turns towards his arm. "Let's hope the Rebellion has a medical ward of some sort...I'm not gonna recover easy otherwise."
He then begins a walk through the room. Obviously the biggest one in the building, Mick sighs, but nonetheless, gets ready to finish this...