09-06-2016, 10:09 AM
It had been a long two days.
At first, it all started with scouting out the outsiders and their supposed well armed convoy. A collaboration of numerous peoples who were only out to gather resources and food deep within the Dunes. They were pitiful to Malgore, a disgusting band of mercenaries who had no purpose other than destruction and looting, dedicating themselves to whatever paid more than the last. Truly he enjoyed killing them, so unrelated to his fellow cannibals or cousins of the tribe, the less outsiders there were, the less of a threat was posed to him and his people. But now, his town built from scrap, his people and civilization that he fed and protected, it had been destroyed in a matter of hours. All thanks to the efforts of a single prime who not only worked with said mercenaries, but also who was slowly approaching him.
He did not experience disgust when it came to her. In truth, he admired the audacity of the prime's plans and efforts, to constantly push for their own goals despite the threat of death or torture. In a way, there was a strong regret to Malgore if he was to win, for capturing, torturing and killing a prime would surely gain influence among others; having one on your side however? It would be more than enough to carve out a civilization in this middle of nowhere. But he had nothing to offer, and she was too far down her path of saving a dying people and helping the outnumbered mercenaries.
Perhaps what I did was wrong Malgore thought plainly, right hand tightening in grip around the handle of a stone pole Maybe I was the fool, to try and defend the outcasts that live here. he then would rise from his chair, standing at a full eight feet while pulling the stone pole upward, revealing that at the end of said pole was a massive stone box. A hammer, simply put Even so, I shall accept my fate. By fighting an opponent truly worthy of my match.
With a single powerful swing, the chair that was so thoroughly tied down to the container flew off into the distance, straps breaking from the pure force applied to the piece of worn out furniture. The hammer's top then slammed onto the container's roof again, Malgore looking down at the prime who was attempting to sneak up on him. A 'thud' from the hammer caused the entire container to creak, including a dent in the metallic surface. Kalli did as she had been trained, rifle raised and pointed at the smug bandit leader's face, barbute helmet protecting it.
"So, this is where you wish to die, bones broken and body tossed into the sands? I shall oblige with pleasure." Malgore stated, tossing the hammer up into the air and catching it with both hands, tightly gripping the stone weapon.
Kalli was quick to reply "I know neither of us can back out of this, I'm beyond the point of being your enemy with all the damage I've done, and you're a outcast who survives off of the death of others and relies on cannibalism to survive. But if its any comfort, I hope your death is quick."
He closed his eyes and shook his head, pitying the reply and seemingly nonchalant about the vehicular battle going on around them. "Have a warrior's spirit prime, its time to show me what you've learned fighting my soldiers." his head stopped and eyes opened, clenching the hammer ever tighter. A deep breath and a few seconds later, he would rise the melee weapon above his head, charging forth toward the prime with a yell to be heard all throughout the canyon.
At first, it all started with scouting out the outsiders and their supposed well armed convoy. A collaboration of numerous peoples who were only out to gather resources and food deep within the Dunes. They were pitiful to Malgore, a disgusting band of mercenaries who had no purpose other than destruction and looting, dedicating themselves to whatever paid more than the last. Truly he enjoyed killing them, so unrelated to his fellow cannibals or cousins of the tribe, the less outsiders there were, the less of a threat was posed to him and his people. But now, his town built from scrap, his people and civilization that he fed and protected, it had been destroyed in a matter of hours. All thanks to the efforts of a single prime who not only worked with said mercenaries, but also who was slowly approaching him.
He did not experience disgust when it came to her. In truth, he admired the audacity of the prime's plans and efforts, to constantly push for their own goals despite the threat of death or torture. In a way, there was a strong regret to Malgore if he was to win, for capturing, torturing and killing a prime would surely gain influence among others; having one on your side however? It would be more than enough to carve out a civilization in this middle of nowhere. But he had nothing to offer, and she was too far down her path of saving a dying people and helping the outnumbered mercenaries.
Perhaps what I did was wrong Malgore thought plainly, right hand tightening in grip around the handle of a stone pole Maybe I was the fool, to try and defend the outcasts that live here. he then would rise from his chair, standing at a full eight feet while pulling the stone pole upward, revealing that at the end of said pole was a massive stone box. A hammer, simply put Even so, I shall accept my fate. By fighting an opponent truly worthy of my match.
With a single powerful swing, the chair that was so thoroughly tied down to the container flew off into the distance, straps breaking from the pure force applied to the piece of worn out furniture. The hammer's top then slammed onto the container's roof again, Malgore looking down at the prime who was attempting to sneak up on him. A 'thud' from the hammer caused the entire container to creak, including a dent in the metallic surface. Kalli did as she had been trained, rifle raised and pointed at the smug bandit leader's face, barbute helmet protecting it.
"So, this is where you wish to die, bones broken and body tossed into the sands? I shall oblige with pleasure." Malgore stated, tossing the hammer up into the air and catching it with both hands, tightly gripping the stone weapon.
Kalli was quick to reply "I know neither of us can back out of this, I'm beyond the point of being your enemy with all the damage I've done, and you're a outcast who survives off of the death of others and relies on cannibalism to survive. But if its any comfort, I hope your death is quick."
He closed his eyes and shook his head, pitying the reply and seemingly nonchalant about the vehicular battle going on around them. "Have a warrior's spirit prime, its time to show me what you've learned fighting my soldiers." his head stopped and eyes opened, clenching the hammer ever tighter. A deep breath and a few seconds later, he would rise the melee weapon above his head, charging forth toward the prime with a yell to be heard all throughout the canyon.