08-16-2016, 01:32 PM
As Carmelita felt the hacker’s wrist close around her ankle, she couldn’t help but grin viciously to herself.
“Still you,” she replied, yanking the Fisti-cuffs off her belt and cuffing Hiro’s arm to Deadpool’s leg.
There was a brief moment where the two of them stared each other down, Hiro’s arm still clamped around her leg, before the cuffs began applying the shocks to the two swordsmen. As his grip reflexively loosened, Carmelita tore her way out of Hiro’s grip in time to avoid a blind swing from Deadpool removing her tail.
Hiro looked at her askance for a moment before the shock ran through his arm, leaving a tingling feeling. He made a grab for his katana where it lay on the floor but Carmelita knocked it away, charging a shock pistol shot as she did so.
“Okay, so you’ve got me at a little bit of a disadvantage here,” the hacker said, glancing down at his wrist in time to feel another tingle travel up his arm. A sluggish feeling was creeping up from where it had been applied.
Carmelita nodded, loosing another high power shot at Deadpool’s back before holding her weapon up and checking the battery nonchalantly.
“I honestly don’t know where you’re getting your logic from,” she said, tapping her collar with a digit as she spoke. A shimmering began creeping in around her, distorting her figure but not her voice as the slight smell of singed air reached Hiro’s nose. “If you’re so intent on getting off the island, why are you trying to break into the census building and attacking me with lethal weapons? Are you expecting an escape pod? Because the only operative one crash landed outside.”
She looked down at Hiro, pressing and holding the trigger of her shock pistol. He took the opportunity to talk back, hiding the manipulation of his data device beneath himself.
“Karl Jak is the one who created this verse-” He jerked back as one of Deadpool’s still blind swings nearly hit his head. “-and he needs the census data to reset the island. Fix everything. You’re getting in the way of us finishing up here.”
Carmelita leveled her shock pistol at Hiro’s face, snarling.
“So he’s covering up the loss of life by summoning up a replacement. ‘Nothing to see here, just a glitch in the system’. Mierda, you’ve got it all backwards. I’ll make sure you get a cell with internet access.”
She released the shot a moment after Hiro’s shield manifested, the ball of electricity fizzling as it met the green light of the shield. Balking at her mistake, Carmelita backpedalled away as Hiro focused intently on the Fisti-Cuffs, crunching the numbers in his head.
Carmelita began firing ordinary shots, hoping to distract Hiro from his work, but it took him all of a few seconds to deactivate the cuffs. Finally released from his allies leg, Hiro rolled over to his sword and got to his feet with a mild stumble from the numb feeling the cuffs had inflicted. Deadpool cautiously felt his leg before jumping in the air.
“Hah! I’m no longer being dragged down by a dead weight! Now it's time for that foxy ghost to be introduced to the top two reasons you don’t blind Deadpool!”
The mercenary blinked furiously beneath his mask as his sight and hearing returned and looked around.
“Where is she? And why do I feel like a cheap knock-off version of myself?”
Hiro grimaced, giving his weapon a trial swing as he was hit in the shoulder by a electric ball that came from above the computer banks.
“Her equipment knocks out your nerves, makes you slower, weaker, more prone to errors. Eventually, you konk out. You wake up later with nothing worse than a headache.”
Deadpool straightened up and laughed.
“You mean she’s hitting us with a boffer gun? And here I was worried about damaging my perfectly good looks. Charge!”
The red and black mercenary leapt into action, flipping over a cubicle and spinning in the air, kicking out at the source of the electric attacks. Carmelita swore audibly and dived out of the way, a faint shimmer briefly visible as she hit the floor rolling. Deadpool stumbled upon landing, leaving Hiro to follow up, compensating for his slower speed with sudden bursts of movement trying to pin down their adversary.
Carmelita took a shot every chance she got, but those chances were being reduced much more quickly than she would have liked. The two swordsmen were slowly regaining their strength and speed, and while her shock pistol was still hampering them somewhat they were quickly adapting to her fighting style, the one she wasn’t firing at closing on her whenever she tried to neutralise the other.
She frowned.
The hail of shock pistol fire halted, and Carmelita snuck across to another cubicle, picking up the briefcase she’d hidden there that contained the inoculation. The round of fisticuffs with Hiro had reopened her stab wound, and she knew that despite her words, there was no way she was going to be able to capture Karl in her state. Her best bet was to grab the documents, which meant lulling Karl into a false sense of security after knocking out the two swordsmen with her shock pistol. The question was, had her equipment softened them up enough...
“Still you,” she replied, yanking the Fisti-cuffs off her belt and cuffing Hiro’s arm to Deadpool’s leg.
There was a brief moment where the two of them stared each other down, Hiro’s arm still clamped around her leg, before the cuffs began applying the shocks to the two swordsmen. As his grip reflexively loosened, Carmelita tore her way out of Hiro’s grip in time to avoid a blind swing from Deadpool removing her tail.
Hiro looked at her askance for a moment before the shock ran through his arm, leaving a tingling feeling. He made a grab for his katana where it lay on the floor but Carmelita knocked it away, charging a shock pistol shot as she did so.
“Okay, so you’ve got me at a little bit of a disadvantage here,” the hacker said, glancing down at his wrist in time to feel another tingle travel up his arm. A sluggish feeling was creeping up from where it had been applied.
Carmelita nodded, loosing another high power shot at Deadpool’s back before holding her weapon up and checking the battery nonchalantly.
“I honestly don’t know where you’re getting your logic from,” she said, tapping her collar with a digit as she spoke. A shimmering began creeping in around her, distorting her figure but not her voice as the slight smell of singed air reached Hiro’s nose. “If you’re so intent on getting off the island, why are you trying to break into the census building and attacking me with lethal weapons? Are you expecting an escape pod? Because the only operative one crash landed outside.”
She looked down at Hiro, pressing and holding the trigger of her shock pistol. He took the opportunity to talk back, hiding the manipulation of his data device beneath himself.
“Karl Jak is the one who created this verse-” He jerked back as one of Deadpool’s still blind swings nearly hit his head. “-and he needs the census data to reset the island. Fix everything. You’re getting in the way of us finishing up here.”
Carmelita leveled her shock pistol at Hiro’s face, snarling.
“So he’s covering up the loss of life by summoning up a replacement. ‘Nothing to see here, just a glitch in the system’. Mierda, you’ve got it all backwards. I’ll make sure you get a cell with internet access.”
She released the shot a moment after Hiro’s shield manifested, the ball of electricity fizzling as it met the green light of the shield. Balking at her mistake, Carmelita backpedalled away as Hiro focused intently on the Fisti-Cuffs, crunching the numbers in his head.
Carmelita began firing ordinary shots, hoping to distract Hiro from his work, but it took him all of a few seconds to deactivate the cuffs. Finally released from his allies leg, Hiro rolled over to his sword and got to his feet with a mild stumble from the numb feeling the cuffs had inflicted. Deadpool cautiously felt his leg before jumping in the air.
“Hah! I’m no longer being dragged down by a dead weight! Now it's time for that foxy ghost to be introduced to the top two reasons you don’t blind Deadpool!”
The mercenary blinked furiously beneath his mask as his sight and hearing returned and looked around.
“Where is she? And why do I feel like a cheap knock-off version of myself?”
Hiro grimaced, giving his weapon a trial swing as he was hit in the shoulder by a electric ball that came from above the computer banks.
“Her equipment knocks out your nerves, makes you slower, weaker, more prone to errors. Eventually, you konk out. You wake up later with nothing worse than a headache.”
Deadpool straightened up and laughed.
“You mean she’s hitting us with a boffer gun? And here I was worried about damaging my perfectly good looks. Charge!”
The red and black mercenary leapt into action, flipping over a cubicle and spinning in the air, kicking out at the source of the electric attacks. Carmelita swore audibly and dived out of the way, a faint shimmer briefly visible as she hit the floor rolling. Deadpool stumbled upon landing, leaving Hiro to follow up, compensating for his slower speed with sudden bursts of movement trying to pin down their adversary.
Carmelita took a shot every chance she got, but those chances were being reduced much more quickly than she would have liked. The two swordsmen were slowly regaining their strength and speed, and while her shock pistol was still hampering them somewhat they were quickly adapting to her fighting style, the one she wasn’t firing at closing on her whenever she tried to neutralise the other.
She frowned.
The hail of shock pistol fire halted, and Carmelita snuck across to another cubicle, picking up the briefcase she’d hidden there that contained the inoculation. The round of fisticuffs with Hiro had reopened her stab wound, and she knew that despite her words, there was no way she was going to be able to capture Karl in her state. Her best bet was to grab the documents, which meant lulling Karl into a false sense of security after knocking out the two swordsmen with her shock pistol. The question was, had her equipment softened them up enough...