01-01-2007, 01:33 PM
The closest man to Dalin was one of the rifle toting Guards, the one shorter than the others, and the same man limped his iron sight to his visored face. He pulled the trigger. Barrel smoke bloomed out from the barrel, disfiguring his shape in acrid heat expansion.
Dalin gasped. Pain lanced through his abdomen, 20 damage, and phased through the adrenaline coarsing through his thin veins. But it didn't stop the prayerer, or the hammer gripped in both palms. Two strides and he came upon them.
Dalin pooled his strength into the hang of the War Hammer, and swung. Armored plastic shattered. A muffled sound grunted among the tearing of skin and sinew, the grinding snap of bone. The Guard flew backwards, his face dented inwards.
The other Guard pushed the suit away, screaming: "Get down! Get down!"
Dalin shook away the fresh ichor splattered across his face. He turned to rush the second guard. The man stood between him and the suit, fussing his rifle. Seeing an oppurtunity, Dalin charged forward and caught his heel with the edge of the hammer, plunging the head through armor and rib on his fall down, sweetly cracking rigid bone.
It dislodged, slick with ichor.
Something punched Dalin's chest, staggering him back a step. Another and he took over 40 damage. He looked towards the suit. The man let the barrel smoke clear before adjusting it to his head.
"Another step and I shoot."
Dalin felt the throb against his chest. A semi-deep dent was all he could find. "Is that all you got?"
"This doesn't concern you Orphan." The suit said. "Your Lady died because she failed to deliver and the Hermit because he was in the way."
Dalin spat alien ichor from his mouth. "If you've come for restituition, I'm afraid you waster your life."
The man stiffined. "Wasted?" In a brief moment the suit seemed to shatter. "I'll show you wasted!"
Like marathon runners, Dalin sprinted as the pistol expunged bullets, but the shots went wide, zwimming past his ear. He crossed the distance in another step. His hammer began to glow.
"Wasted life, be sure to seek worth, for I am a Son of Salomon, and this is his fist!"
In a bold yellow flash, the head of his War Hammer uppercut into the black abdomen of the suit. The impact flew beyond the man, sending a ragged corpse through the stained glass window gaurding over Lady Sorentine's body. It dissapeared from Dalin's sight.
"It's done."
*Battle Won :: 6 XP gained, One potion, One Materia Potion*
Dalin gasped. Pain lanced through his abdomen, 20 damage, and phased through the adrenaline coarsing through his thin veins. But it didn't stop the prayerer, or the hammer gripped in both palms. Two strides and he came upon them.
Dalin pooled his strength into the hang of the War Hammer, and swung. Armored plastic shattered. A muffled sound grunted among the tearing of skin and sinew, the grinding snap of bone. The Guard flew backwards, his face dented inwards.
The other Guard pushed the suit away, screaming: "Get down! Get down!"
Dalin shook away the fresh ichor splattered across his face. He turned to rush the second guard. The man stood between him and the suit, fussing his rifle. Seeing an oppurtunity, Dalin charged forward and caught his heel with the edge of the hammer, plunging the head through armor and rib on his fall down, sweetly cracking rigid bone.
It dislodged, slick with ichor.
Something punched Dalin's chest, staggering him back a step. Another and he took over 40 damage. He looked towards the suit. The man let the barrel smoke clear before adjusting it to his head.
"Another step and I shoot."
Dalin felt the throb against his chest. A semi-deep dent was all he could find. "Is that all you got?"
"This doesn't concern you Orphan." The suit said. "Your Lady died because she failed to deliver and the Hermit because he was in the way."
Dalin spat alien ichor from his mouth. "If you've come for restituition, I'm afraid you waster your life."
The man stiffined. "Wasted?" In a brief moment the suit seemed to shatter. "I'll show you wasted!"
Like marathon runners, Dalin sprinted as the pistol expunged bullets, but the shots went wide, zwimming past his ear. He crossed the distance in another step. His hammer began to glow.
"Wasted life, be sure to seek worth, for I am a Son of Salomon, and this is his fist!"
In a bold yellow flash, the head of his War Hammer uppercut into the black abdomen of the suit. The impact flew beyond the man, sending a ragged corpse through the stained glass window gaurding over Lady Sorentine's body. It dissapeared from Dalin's sight.
"It's done."
*Battle Won :: 6 XP gained, One potion, One Materia Potion*