08-14-2016, 08:31 PM
It wasn’t fair.
Abner pulled the trigger on his shotgun, unleashing a powerful burst of devastation into the monster. The pellets of buckshot seared through its flesh, but the tall being never so much as flinched. It merely turned to Abner with a frustratingly stoic gaze. Abner racked another shell into the chamber, and he fired again, slowly stumbling forward. The tyrant saw fit to accept that challenge, and it lumbered towards the approaching wall of lead.
The cold stare of this demon didn’t intimidate Abner, instead it just made him boil with anger. Trent didn’t deserve this. He would probably be brought back by Karl Jak, lacking the memories and maturing that shaped him, but it didn’t change the fact that someone Abner had called a friend had died in such a horrible way. The old Stormtrooper had long accepted that he was a mere peon incapable of bringing real change to the world, but at least he could make this right.
Shell after shell discharged from his shotgun. The plastic casings fell from the chamber, marking the trail of Abner’s slow advance. He’d spent the remaining ammunition already in the gun, but he continued to pull loose shells from his vest and stuff them directly into the chamber. Each time he angrily pumped the slide closed, aimed, and fired again. Flesh and blood exploded from the monster that towered above him, but its slow gait never ceased. His aim was poor, but even the shots that hit seemed to accomplish little. The normally relaxed man couldn't even think straight. His vision was blurred and his hands shook from a combination of fury, fatigue, the effects of this island, and getting blown to hell and back just moments prior.
He ejected another spent casing, and then fumbled for another shell. There were no more, but it didn’t slow him down. His rage caused him to abandon all the tactics and instincts he'd honed over the years. Abner cast the shotgun aside, and took the blaster rifle he’d reclaimed from Christa when pursing Trent back into hands. He raised it and fired, sending a red laser streaking through the air and over the shoulder of the approaching monstrosity. A second shot sailed to the far right, and the third hit the ground between the two. Truly, he felt like the embodiment of many tired, old jokes about Stormtroopers.
The lumbering creature raised its hand, and the same tendril that had doomed Trent wrapped around Abner’s neck. He gasped for air as he was ripped from his feet and dragged towards the monster. As the being grabbed his head within a single palm, Abner could have sworn he heard Christa scream, and Colonel’s heavy footsteps rapidly approaching. Echos of gunfire swirled around him. He didn't know where the others were, having been so focused on revenge that nothing other than the monster had existed for the past minute.
The pressure built on his skull. The monster intended to crush it like a used beer can, it certainly could do exactly that with little effort. To many, it was a hopeless situation, with no possibility of breaking free. As Abner pressed the small button on the underside of his blaster rifle, he was content that he didn’t have to aim, this time.
A wave of blue energy rushed from the attachment on the underside of his rifle, which had already been pressed directly against the hulking zombie’s chest. The monster emitted a guttural roar as it took the full brunt of the point-blank attack, throwing its arms in either direction as it recoiled. In doing so, it lost its grip, and Abner was thrown like a ragdoll.
Abner hit the ground and rolled several times, loudly cursing at least once per rotation. When the momentum of the throw ceased to carry him, he slowly forced himself to a kneel, and then to his feet. The monster was hurt, but it wasn’t dead. Remembering his training, he took a calming breath and raised his rifle. Taking time to steady his aim, he fired another shot and rejoined the fray.
Abner pulled the trigger on his shotgun, unleashing a powerful burst of devastation into the monster. The pellets of buckshot seared through its flesh, but the tall being never so much as flinched. It merely turned to Abner with a frustratingly stoic gaze. Abner racked another shell into the chamber, and he fired again, slowly stumbling forward. The tyrant saw fit to accept that challenge, and it lumbered towards the approaching wall of lead.
The cold stare of this demon didn’t intimidate Abner, instead it just made him boil with anger. Trent didn’t deserve this. He would probably be brought back by Karl Jak, lacking the memories and maturing that shaped him, but it didn’t change the fact that someone Abner had called a friend had died in such a horrible way. The old Stormtrooper had long accepted that he was a mere peon incapable of bringing real change to the world, but at least he could make this right.
Shell after shell discharged from his shotgun. The plastic casings fell from the chamber, marking the trail of Abner’s slow advance. He’d spent the remaining ammunition already in the gun, but he continued to pull loose shells from his vest and stuff them directly into the chamber. Each time he angrily pumped the slide closed, aimed, and fired again. Flesh and blood exploded from the monster that towered above him, but its slow gait never ceased. His aim was poor, but even the shots that hit seemed to accomplish little. The normally relaxed man couldn't even think straight. His vision was blurred and his hands shook from a combination of fury, fatigue, the effects of this island, and getting blown to hell and back just moments prior.
He ejected another spent casing, and then fumbled for another shell. There were no more, but it didn’t slow him down. His rage caused him to abandon all the tactics and instincts he'd honed over the years. Abner cast the shotgun aside, and took the blaster rifle he’d reclaimed from Christa when pursing Trent back into hands. He raised it and fired, sending a red laser streaking through the air and over the shoulder of the approaching monstrosity. A second shot sailed to the far right, and the third hit the ground between the two. Truly, he felt like the embodiment of many tired, old jokes about Stormtroopers.
The lumbering creature raised its hand, and the same tendril that had doomed Trent wrapped around Abner’s neck. He gasped for air as he was ripped from his feet and dragged towards the monster. As the being grabbed his head within a single palm, Abner could have sworn he heard Christa scream, and Colonel’s heavy footsteps rapidly approaching. Echos of gunfire swirled around him. He didn't know where the others were, having been so focused on revenge that nothing other than the monster had existed for the past minute.
The pressure built on his skull. The monster intended to crush it like a used beer can, it certainly could do exactly that with little effort. To many, it was a hopeless situation, with no possibility of breaking free. As Abner pressed the small button on the underside of his blaster rifle, he was content that he didn’t have to aim, this time.
A wave of blue energy rushed from the attachment on the underside of his rifle, which had already been pressed directly against the hulking zombie’s chest. The monster emitted a guttural roar as it took the full brunt of the point-blank attack, throwing its arms in either direction as it recoiled. In doing so, it lost its grip, and Abner was thrown like a ragdoll.
Abner hit the ground and rolled several times, loudly cursing at least once per rotation. When the momentum of the throw ceased to carry him, he slowly forced himself to a kneel, and then to his feet. The monster was hurt, but it wasn’t dead. Remembering his training, he took a calming breath and raised his rifle. Taking time to steady his aim, he fired another shot and rejoined the fray.
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Abner used Tier 1 Super Attack: Energy Launcher. 2/3 SP Remaining. (Or is it 5/6? I'll PM you Alex)