If Anythin I'm a Rook, Not a Pawn.

[Dawnika Snow]

Dawn faced her mechanical enemy. Her music vibrated through her skull loudly, making it impossible to hear anything Demouros had to say. She cocked her sniper, alerting her enemy who used his hammer mace to try and club the small woman. Try was the key word however. Dawn was too fast and nimble to be hit by such a broad and obvious move. The next plan of action was to rid him of his weapons, if that was possible. Dawn quickly moved away from the mace as he lifted it back up for another swing. While in mid-swing, at the apex of the full motion, Dawn fired a quick shot at the interlocking bolts that was Demouros’s fat hands. He nearly lost grip of his weapon, causing his swing to miss completely.

Demouros was fed up now, this puny human was in his way. Again with the mace, he brought it in a horizontal swing. Dawn was nimbly able to back out of the way, if she got out of melee range, she risked being blown to pieces again. Her train of thought was cut off though, he came up on the back swing, hitting the young woman good and sending her back a bit. She clenched her rifle and and landed on her stomach, headphone hardly moved from position. “Not bad.” She whispered as she stood back up.

One on one wasn't Dawn's style. She was more fond of deleting a target before they even knew what hit them. If she could help her temporary ally, the red girl, then maybe this would go much smoother. They could focus their attacks on the bigger robot. Dawn quickly dodged the next swing of the mace and ran pas Demouros. She trained her rifle on the remaining robot. Missiles were being fired so it would be a tough shot, but after a deep breath and the pull of the trigger the .50 caliber bullet speed to it's new home in the robots likeness of a skull. Bravo and Charlie are down. Focus fire on Alpha. She turned and dodged another mini-nuke with a quick burst of speed that left a shadow in it's wake. “Could use some help over here partner!” She called out to her ally, who should be able to assist her now that the two smaller enemies have been eliminated.

Just as Dawn was getting out of range though, Demouros pulled out what seemed to be his trump card. A much larger weapon that he had to drop both his mace and his bazooka to wield. Dawn stood idly as he aimed it at her person. Not a few seconds later, the gun launched a missile that could compare to the size of an ICBM in her direction. “...Shit.” Said Dawn who was getting a bit tired of all the running. She quickly bursted away but was unable to get out of the way. The heat of the blast singed her skin and clothes. “Fuck! I've got enough burn scars already dammit!” She screamed as she curled up on her knees, trying to get her mind of the pain while Demouros slowly reloaded his ginormous weapon for another shot.