Post by Steinerman on Feb 25, 2011 17:12:48 GMT -5
Okay, so at least she makes an excellent distraction.
Joe almost sighed audibly as Krystal simply barged into the room. From the sounds a few seconds later, it didn't go exactly as planned.
He waited until her shadow indicated she'd moved deeper into the room, and then dodged in, taking in the situation as he did so.
His eyes locked on the Bandit Leader, his face hardening with anger. "Krystal, let me have this one, if you would be so kind." He said, indicating the Leader, his voice carrying clearly through the room.
"He and I have some things to discuss." With that, he raised his blade and started moving, slowly dodging around Krystal, eyes still locked on the Leader.
Last Edit: Feb 25, 2011 17:13:16 GMT -5 by Steinerman
Post by Evil McBadGuy on Feb 25, 2011 17:58:25 GMT -5
Well there went her little identity act.
Without a word, the armor-clad woman moved aside, getting ready for the grunts in the room. Cracking her knuckles through her gauntlets, you could tell she was eager.
As if on cue, the two other bandits rushed at her once she was a distance away from their leader. And so, the three began to dance, Krystal parrying blades with her shield and dodging from side to side.
Those who dream by night, in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that all was vanity; but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dream with open eyes, and make it possible. ~ T.E. Lawrence
Post by The Rising Dragon on Feb 25, 2011 18:04:50 GMT -5
"It seems you're far more lucky than we imagined," the leader said, keeping his blade rifle held at the ready as he began to circle with Joe. "But by coming here, I think your luck's just about run out."
Post by Steinerman on Feb 25, 2011 20:06:01 GMT -5
Joe shrugged his shoulders, loosening up the muscles, and then winced theatrically. "Oh yes," he replied sarcastically. "I'm such a lucky boy to be tortured and beaten up for three days straight. Picture of luck, that's me."
He continued to circle, sizing his opponent up. The man was stockier and more heavily built than Joe, and moved in such a fashion that suggested he knew how to fight. This battle wouldn't be easy, not in the slightest.
Joe kept an eye on his surroundings, making sure not to trip over any of the few items on the floor. Steering clear of a stack of boxes set against a wall. He decided it might be best if he could keep the man talking, a distracted enemy was a dead enemy.
"So," Joe began, slowly closing the gap between the two men. "I want my nieces back, my pistol and gear back. Oh, and I want my bloody book back too."
Joe grunted with effort as he parried the heavy blow, deflecting the blade rifle away from his body and towards the ground. He stepped in closer to the leader and let loose a swift, short stab of his own towards the bandit's torso. Making sure he could step back just as quickly, in case the man reacted in time.
Post by The Rising Dragon on Mar 18, 2011 0:09:27 GMT -5
The blade rifle in the bandit's hands deftly knocked the thrust off-course, preventing Joe from landing a blow. It drew back just as quickly and struck out again, thrusting forward at Joe's face and neck repeatedly in an attempt to put him on the defensive.
Post by Steinerman on Mar 19, 2011 16:22:50 GMT -5
Joe deftly blocked the incoming blow, and danced back, trying to regain his balance. He shifted on his feet, keeping mobile.
Unknown to him, something happening a few rooms away and a level below was about to have a painful and sudden effect upon the battle.
Laramie sat, shivering uncontrollably in a corner of the room. Opposite her, a pair of guards stood, eying her apprehensively and passing a lone cigarette between each other.
"Where'd Calhoun get off too, ya' think?" the larger of the two asked, taking a long drag on the cigarette. The other man shrugged and indicated, through violent hand gestures, that it was definitely his turn for the cigarette. The first guard smiled and kept the lit item, twirling it in his fingers, waiting with amusement to see what his comrade would do.
Sensing he wasn't going to get the cigarette until he answered the question, the second guard sighed dramatically and answered, his tone far past annoyed as he snapped "Who cares? We get to watch the crazy girl, that's trouble enough. I'd much rather watch the other one, 'least she's pretty. This girl looks like something the cat dragged in. Now give me my bloody cigarette back."
His partner guffawed and tossed the cigarette to his irate fellow, turning his eyes back to Laramie once again. "At least she's pretty calm right now, barring those shakes she's been having. I swear, something's wrong with that girl's head."
His partner rolled his eyes and replied sarcastically, "What gave you that impression?" He questioned. "The fact that earlier she was screaming for someone to get out of her head, maybe?"
His partner shrugged, "Yeah, that's it. And the fact that every time we get near her the shaking gets worse. What's Calhoun been doing to her, ya' think?"
The bandit currently holding the cigarette glared at the larger man. "I seriously doubt we want to know." He replied darkly. Trying to dissuade his fellow from continuing on the current subject. But the larger man didn't seem to want to quit, his voice was curious as he stepped towards the shivering girl.
"Look," He pointed out as he stepped closer and Laramie's shivers become frantic. "You can't tell me that's normal."
Before his annoyed partner could reply, an alien and definitely different voice from the one Laramie normally had spoke into the silence.
"Back away from the child, before I kill you, bandit." The voice hissed venomously.
"Holy hel--" The big man said, jumping back from the girl, who now sat unnaturally still. "What was that?" He questioned, fear tinging his voice.
And in Laramie's mind, where the previous alien presence that had once before invaded her now took control of her body. Laramie did the only thing she was able to at the moment, she let out a mental shriek of terror...hoping beyond hope that Joe would hear it and come save her...from whatever hellish thing was happening to her mind.
A shriek of almost epically painful proportions exploded in Joe's head. His vision clouded over with red and most of his senses seemed to shut down. In a swift movement he stumbled awkwardly backwards and away from the bandit, unable to see for a few brief seconds.
Laramie, it had to be her. He hissed in pain and concentrated on regaining control of his body, he wouldn't last more than a few seconds like this. Laramie was obviously in trouble, but dying wouldn't exactly help her.
As suddenly the pain had come, it faded just as quickly, restoring his vision and movement but leaving him more than a little concerned for his partner's life.
the whole experience had only taken a few seconds, the bandit leader was most likely taking advantage of Joe's backwards stumble and moving to the attack. With a bit of luck, Joe could turn that around. He uttered a vicious growl and suddenly lunged back into the fight, hoping to catch the leader off guard.
Last Edit: Apr 6, 2011 20:22:02 GMT -5 by Steinerman
Post by The Rising Dragon on Apr 7, 2011 4:11:10 GMT -5
The bandit leader had wasted no time in taking advantage of Joe's sudden stagger backwards, lunging forward while bringing his blade rifle up overhead. As he charged, his weapon swept downwards--only for Joe's sudden tackle to take him by surprise, knocking them both forward and ripping the weapon from his hands.
The gambit had paid off, Joe realized with elation. Of course, now that he was grappling with the man, his own blade wouldn't be of much use. He dropped it swiftly and focused on keeping close the bigger man, letting loose a pair of swift punches for the leader's exposed stomach.
The Bandit's leg smashed against Joe's chest, sending ripples of pain through his body from the blow. But with grim determination, he kept close, attempting to grasp the larger man with enough leverage to smash his knee upwards into the gut.
Currently, survival was only on Joe's mind long enough to get to his partner. The painful shriek in his head had been bad, but the just-as-sudden absence of it was worse, it was unknown. Mental images of Laramie lying dead in a pool of blood kept flashing through his mind. And Joe wasn't about to let those images become a reality. So he hung on with a near-suicidal determination.