08-16-2016, 09:57 PM
Abner paused to take just one moment of reflection. This shit was far more than he’d signed up for, way back in the day. As he took the time to place a laser blast from his rifle into the monster’s hide each time an opening presented itself, he had to chuckle a little bit. Just a year ago he was teaching Stormtroopers and dealing with fresh primes at the Nexus, before sending them on their way. Now, he was fighting some crazy monster with the help of a war machine, a rotting carcass, a lost secondary, and his girlfriend who currently had given him all sorts of confusing feelings. Was Christa really in that she-beast?
Then it threw the goddamn car back at the tyrant. Yep. That was Christa.
He strafed two steps to the right, keeping his rifle raised as he did. He unleashed another volley, continuing to play support while the big dogs tangled with the abomination. One of his blasts struck the creature directly in what was left of its ear, causing its head to snap to the side and lock eyes with Abner. It should have been intimidating, but Abner had already been over this thing the second he laid eyes on it.
“Yea, I’m talkin’ to you,” Abner mumbled under his breath as he shifted his left hand back towards the energy launcher attached to the bottom of his rifle.
The tyrant took a mere two steps in his direction before Abner pressed the button that unleashed another wave of pure blue energy. The burst from his rifle struck the tyrant in the chest, and caused it to slow its stride for only a second. Abner rolled his eyes and sighed in disbelief, but he was happy to press the button and release a second wave of energy into the demon’s center mass. Again, it hesitated for mere seconds before continuing its unyielding advance.
“Motherfucker!” Abner shouted as he transitioned back to shooting regular energy bolts from his rifle. He couldn’t keep using the energy launcher forever, after all.
As his training dictated, he struck the tyrant at center mass several times, only adjusting his aim when it became wildly apparent that wasn’t working. He placed two shots into its forehead, which also seemed to be futile. Annoyed exasperation flushed across his face as he tried to wonder what the hell would work against this damn thing.
The tyrant’s advance was halted as Colonel grabbed its arm and abruptly forced the beast to the ground. The creature recovered with lightning speed, rising to catch the soldier navi’s wrist, preventing his beam sword from piercing its decayed flesh. While they struggled, the red Christa-beast leaped in and slammed a fireball directly into the monster’s chest, then continued gracefully stay mobile. She would clearly be back for a second attack in short order. The hulking plague marine advanced as well, its bolter already pelting the beast with corroded rounds.
This was the moment Abner had advised all of his Stormtroopers to be aware of. This is when any reasonable person should run the hell away from a battle. Self-preservation would cause any self-serving individual to get the hell away from this insanity. Indeed, just a few months prior, Abner would have done exactly that. As he watched the brawl against this overpowered monstrosity, however, he couldn’t help but ignore his most basic instincts.
“Fuck it,” Abner announced to no one in particular, dropping his rifle and allowing his sling to catch it.
He ripped his combat knife from its sheath and charged in as fast as his tired legs and weary mind would allow him. The tyrant was distracted with Colonel and Okor, which was even better for him. Abner disregarded every compulsion that pushed for self-preservation as he leaped onto the back of this terror. He wrapped his left arm tightly around its neck to brace himself, clutching at the decayed flesh on its right shoulder. It was loose enough that it wasn’t bound to the tendons, but strong enough that it was a firm handhold. He plunged his knife deep into its neck as soon as he was able, desperate to deal some damage to the beast. Finally, he was rewarded with the deep cry of pain he had been seeking with all of his rifle shots, but he didn’t dare stop here.
Abner ripped the dagger from the creature’s throat, and stabbed it over and over again. This thing was super powered, sure, but there had to be an artery somewhere. He hacked away until a small fountain of blood erupted from its trachea. Satisfied that he’d hit the right spot, Abner twisted the knife as much as he could, attempting to maximize the damage dealt.
The beast roared and flailed in pain, and the others took the opportunity to continue their own assaults. Abner held on tight, refusing to let the beast shake him off. He ignored his instincts that told him to let go and run for his life, instead twisting the knife deeper into the creature’s esophagus. He paid no mind to the immediate peril he was in.
He was a Prime, now, just like all the others. It was time to start acting like one.
Then it threw the goddamn car back at the tyrant. Yep. That was Christa.
He strafed two steps to the right, keeping his rifle raised as he did. He unleashed another volley, continuing to play support while the big dogs tangled with the abomination. One of his blasts struck the creature directly in what was left of its ear, causing its head to snap to the side and lock eyes with Abner. It should have been intimidating, but Abner had already been over this thing the second he laid eyes on it.
“Yea, I’m talkin’ to you,” Abner mumbled under his breath as he shifted his left hand back towards the energy launcher attached to the bottom of his rifle.
The tyrant took a mere two steps in his direction before Abner pressed the button that unleashed another wave of pure blue energy. The burst from his rifle struck the tyrant in the chest, and caused it to slow its stride for only a second. Abner rolled his eyes and sighed in disbelief, but he was happy to press the button and release a second wave of energy into the demon’s center mass. Again, it hesitated for mere seconds before continuing its unyielding advance.
“Motherfucker!” Abner shouted as he transitioned back to shooting regular energy bolts from his rifle. He couldn’t keep using the energy launcher forever, after all.
As his training dictated, he struck the tyrant at center mass several times, only adjusting his aim when it became wildly apparent that wasn’t working. He placed two shots into its forehead, which also seemed to be futile. Annoyed exasperation flushed across his face as he tried to wonder what the hell would work against this damn thing.
The tyrant’s advance was halted as Colonel grabbed its arm and abruptly forced the beast to the ground. The creature recovered with lightning speed, rising to catch the soldier navi’s wrist, preventing his beam sword from piercing its decayed flesh. While they struggled, the red Christa-beast leaped in and slammed a fireball directly into the monster’s chest, then continued gracefully stay mobile. She would clearly be back for a second attack in short order. The hulking plague marine advanced as well, its bolter already pelting the beast with corroded rounds.
This was the moment Abner had advised all of his Stormtroopers to be aware of. This is when any reasonable person should run the hell away from a battle. Self-preservation would cause any self-serving individual to get the hell away from this insanity. Indeed, just a few months prior, Abner would have done exactly that. As he watched the brawl against this overpowered monstrosity, however, he couldn’t help but ignore his most basic instincts.
“Fuck it,” Abner announced to no one in particular, dropping his rifle and allowing his sling to catch it.
He ripped his combat knife from its sheath and charged in as fast as his tired legs and weary mind would allow him. The tyrant was distracted with Colonel and Okor, which was even better for him. Abner disregarded every compulsion that pushed for self-preservation as he leaped onto the back of this terror. He wrapped his left arm tightly around its neck to brace himself, clutching at the decayed flesh on its right shoulder. It was loose enough that it wasn’t bound to the tendons, but strong enough that it was a firm handhold. He plunged his knife deep into its neck as soon as he was able, desperate to deal some damage to the beast. Finally, he was rewarded with the deep cry of pain he had been seeking with all of his rifle shots, but he didn’t dare stop here.
Abner ripped the dagger from the creature’s throat, and stabbed it over and over again. This thing was super powered, sure, but there had to be an artery somewhere. He hacked away until a small fountain of blood erupted from its trachea. Satisfied that he’d hit the right spot, Abner twisted the knife as much as he could, attempting to maximize the damage dealt.
The beast roared and flailed in pain, and the others took the opportunity to continue their own assaults. Abner held on tight, refusing to let the beast shake him off. He ignored his instincts that told him to let go and run for his life, instead twisting the knife deeper into the creature’s esophagus. He paid no mind to the immediate peril he was in.
He was a Prime, now, just like all the others. It was time to start acting like one.
Quote:1600/1600 exactly, per the site.
Abner used Tier 1 Super Attack: Energy Launcher.
Abner used Tier 1 Super Attack: Energy Launcher again.
SP: 3/6