Post by sabertooth on Apr 20, 2010 15:52:19 GMT -6
Closer...just a lil closer
The thought kept running through his mind as he struggled to keep himself in check, move to soon and they would fill him full of bullets again, he had to time it just right. Normal people where hesitant to fire on their own men, even if the NO considered its troops expendable it still didn't go around murdering its own for no good reason. He could hear the boots crunching on the gravel as the men moved forwards slowly like they had been trained to, covering each other as they opened fire on the pair surrounded by the forcefield, seemingly oblivious to the fact they were wasting their ammo. The boot crunched down beside him...
And all hell broke loose.
He heard Kinney shouting, and the rumble of an explosion in the distance, couldn't be exactly sure what, but something had just gone up in smoke. Something heavy landed a distance away, something female by the soundof the voice, another mutant...he sniffed...Warstar...Lensherr's scent was unmistakable, even diluted as it was.
"Get up Creed!"
His arm whipped out from where he lay, the talons on the end of his fingers severing the poor mans leg at the knee as Viktor pushed himself back onto his haunches with his free hand, his legs tucked under him, extending, launching his great bulk through the air and into a crowd of soldiers, slashing and tearing as he landing, their body armour little use against adamantium laced claws driven by superhuman muscles. In a few moments they were all dead, shreds of flesh and armour cluttering the ground.
"Anyone would think you missed me pup"
He leapt again, rolling into cover behind some overgrown stump, his face splitting into a wicked grin as he licked the trail of blood off one of his talons
"Afraid your outta your depth kid?"
With a snarl he leapt again, wading into whatever they threw at him, rolling and slashing, never stopping, a bloodstained whirlwind of death. The adrenaline surging through his system pumped him, numbering the stinging pain of the bullet holes that split open his flesh, closing again in moments as his healing factor worked overtime to keep him on his feet, clotting blood and mending flesh in mere seconds.
Where ever he landed death followed...
The thought kept running through his mind as he struggled to keep himself in check, move to soon and they would fill him full of bullets again, he had to time it just right. Normal people where hesitant to fire on their own men, even if the NO considered its troops expendable it still didn't go around murdering its own for no good reason. He could hear the boots crunching on the gravel as the men moved forwards slowly like they had been trained to, covering each other as they opened fire on the pair surrounded by the forcefield, seemingly oblivious to the fact they were wasting their ammo. The boot crunched down beside him...
And all hell broke loose.
He heard Kinney shouting, and the rumble of an explosion in the distance, couldn't be exactly sure what, but something had just gone up in smoke. Something heavy landed a distance away, something female by the soundof the voice, another mutant...he sniffed...Warstar...Lensherr's scent was unmistakable, even diluted as it was.
"Get up Creed!"
His arm whipped out from where he lay, the talons on the end of his fingers severing the poor mans leg at the knee as Viktor pushed himself back onto his haunches with his free hand, his legs tucked under him, extending, launching his great bulk through the air and into a crowd of soldiers, slashing and tearing as he landing, their body armour little use against adamantium laced claws driven by superhuman muscles. In a few moments they were all dead, shreds of flesh and armour cluttering the ground.
"Anyone would think you missed me pup"
He leapt again, rolling into cover behind some overgrown stump, his face splitting into a wicked grin as he licked the trail of blood off one of his talons
"Afraid your outta your depth kid?"
With a snarl he leapt again, wading into whatever they threw at him, rolling and slashing, never stopping, a bloodstained whirlwind of death. The adrenaline surging through his system pumped him, numbering the stinging pain of the bullet holes that split open his flesh, closing again in moments as his healing factor worked overtime to keep him on his feet, clotting blood and mending flesh in mere seconds.
Where ever he landed death followed...
