09-04-2016, 05:28 PM
It hisses … and laughs. “Don’t you …. recognissse me?”
Samus balks, her eyebrows twitching from their usual low stance just above her eyes to a more elevated position. In that moment, the Stalker dives forward. Its left hand reaches out and its gauntleted talons extend.
Samus dives backward at the last second, her suit taking the shape of a ball. She rolls between the legs of the advancing Stalker, gets back up into her human form, turns and shoot a charged blast at the back of the Stalker’s head. It screams. But not in pain.
“Ssstupid technique!”
Beams extend from its body. Tendrils of hot blue light that cross the distance between armours in a moment. They sear into Samus’s chestplate and her eyes go wide as she dives backwards. Sparks of electricity emit from the point of contact.
“Phazon,” she says.
Her suit lights up. It’s the same blue of her opponent’s tendrils. But this light is contained, it channels across her suit in veins and rivulets, the energy lifting her feet off the ground. As the Stalker locks in, she releases another charged shot.
This one hurts it.
“You …!” it hisses.
“I KNOW WHO YOU ARE!” bellows Samus. The light beneath her suit reaches deafening cadence. She steps forward and begins releasing charged shot after charged shot into the Stalker’s body. “You’re her! You’re Dark Samus! …
“… Metroid Prime!”
“NO!” It bellows. “WRONG AGAIN!” And blue light explodes from within its carapace, alike to Samus’s own. It responds with its own volley of charged shots and they strafe, slugging it out at a distance.
The human hunter takes one shot and it’s all over. She staggers backwards, takes two more – and gets relegated to the grass. Sparks fly from her visor. She leans up to project a shield from her arm cannon. From behind its translucent green barrier she sees an even greater light. It hits her and the barrier explodes, taking part of her arm cannon with it. It’s still intact but the barrel is shattered and exposed.
Samus stops herself short of falling. The blue light at her back foot as she pushes from a half-kneel to a standing posture.
She lashes her hand forward, releasing the Grapple Beam. It snakes onto the Stalker. Samus pulls to the side, supporting her arm with her gun-arm, and wrenches the Stalker off her feet, who crashes into a nearby tree. She raises her gun arm and releases a volley of missiles – one, two, three – catching the Stalker in the explosions as it tries to get up, and then snakes forward again with the grapple beam. But the Stalker grabs it. It pulls, and Samus, shocked, leaves her feet and meets with a gauntleted fist. She disengages the beam before the next haymaker can incapacitate her, and flips backward in a less-than-graceful recovery. The Stalker is already firing again.
Samus sneaks another Grapple Beam under the oncoming volley and pulls the Stalker down and forward. The next fist to make contact is her own – a satisfying crunch punctuates her uppercut. She follows up with a roundhouse kick that sprawls the Stalker.
“I beat you once!” the Hunter cries as she leaps forward. Her charged cannon meets with the ground as the Stalker rolls aside. “I can do it again!”
It raises its gun. “You didn’t beat ME!!!!” It screams in defiance, blasting a flurry of shots Samus’s way.
Samus charges forward in a rugby tackle, landing a one-two-three combo of punches into the Stalker’s sternum. She raises her boxer’s stance, lifts her shoulder, and cracks her arm cannon straight into her enemy’s face.
The visor shatters. The eyes beneath are all-white.
It roars.
Samus balks, her eyebrows twitching from their usual low stance just above her eyes to a more elevated position. In that moment, the Stalker dives forward. Its left hand reaches out and its gauntleted talons extend.
Samus dives backward at the last second, her suit taking the shape of a ball. She rolls between the legs of the advancing Stalker, gets back up into her human form, turns and shoot a charged blast at the back of the Stalker’s head. It screams. But not in pain.
“Ssstupid technique!”
Beams extend from its body. Tendrils of hot blue light that cross the distance between armours in a moment. They sear into Samus’s chestplate and her eyes go wide as she dives backwards. Sparks of electricity emit from the point of contact.
“Phazon,” she says.
Her suit lights up. It’s the same blue of her opponent’s tendrils. But this light is contained, it channels across her suit in veins and rivulets, the energy lifting her feet off the ground. As the Stalker locks in, she releases another charged shot.
This one hurts it.
“You …!” it hisses.
“I KNOW WHO YOU ARE!” bellows Samus. The light beneath her suit reaches deafening cadence. She steps forward and begins releasing charged shot after charged shot into the Stalker’s body. “You’re her! You’re Dark Samus! …
“… Metroid Prime!”
“NO!” It bellows. “WRONG AGAIN!” And blue light explodes from within its carapace, alike to Samus’s own. It responds with its own volley of charged shots and they strafe, slugging it out at a distance.
The human hunter takes one shot and it’s all over. She staggers backwards, takes two more – and gets relegated to the grass. Sparks fly from her visor. She leans up to project a shield from her arm cannon. From behind its translucent green barrier she sees an even greater light. It hits her and the barrier explodes, taking part of her arm cannon with it. It’s still intact but the barrel is shattered and exposed.
Samus stops herself short of falling. The blue light at her back foot as she pushes from a half-kneel to a standing posture.
She lashes her hand forward, releasing the Grapple Beam. It snakes onto the Stalker. Samus pulls to the side, supporting her arm with her gun-arm, and wrenches the Stalker off her feet, who crashes into a nearby tree. She raises her gun arm and releases a volley of missiles – one, two, three – catching the Stalker in the explosions as it tries to get up, and then snakes forward again with the grapple beam. But the Stalker grabs it. It pulls, and Samus, shocked, leaves her feet and meets with a gauntleted fist. She disengages the beam before the next haymaker can incapacitate her, and flips backward in a less-than-graceful recovery. The Stalker is already firing again.
Samus sneaks another Grapple Beam under the oncoming volley and pulls the Stalker down and forward. The next fist to make contact is her own – a satisfying crunch punctuates her uppercut. She follows up with a roundhouse kick that sprawls the Stalker.
“I beat you once!” the Hunter cries as she leaps forward. Her charged cannon meets with the ground as the Stalker rolls aside. “I can do it again!”
It raises its gun. “You didn’t beat ME!!!!” It screams in defiance, blasting a flurry of shots Samus’s way.
Samus charges forward in a rugby tackle, landing a one-two-three combo of punches into the Stalker’s sternum. She raises her boxer’s stance, lifts her shoulder, and cracks her arm cannon straight into her enemy’s face.
The visor shatters. The eyes beneath are all-white.
It roars.
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