03-18-2007, 03:11 AM
The computer displayed each ball and it's predicted course on William's right: he leapt back to dodge them. They impacted in the sand behind him, waves and ripples of dust showering over his M/ECA, as he fired short bursts through the sand clouds at his opponent.
"Computer, remind me to pick up some external weapons in the future. These limitations are cramping my style."
He fired off his laser for good mesure.
"Computer, remind me to pick up some external weapons in the future. These limitations are cramping my style."
He fired off his laser for good mesure.