Re: LV-117 - Future Imperfect
Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2018 3:10 am
[LV-117 - Air Above Mountainside]
Skyfall didn’t know how much he could keep going. This was possibly the most intense flight he’d ever taken. He just hoped he had enough energy left and that he wouldn’t stall halfway through, because Bugly was coming up close behind him. Weaponless, he had no choice but to dodge whatever attacks he may throw at him.
But he had an idea. Once he’d hit the clouds (and therefore bombarded himself with acid rain), he shot straight forward. What he was going to do could pretty much spell his death and seal his fate with the amount of risk involved, but it was a risk that he had to take. At least, so I can maybe come back and say I went on the adventure of a lifetime.
The clouds were thick. No surprise here, and the ionisations in the clouds were messing with his sensors, so he couldn’t tell how far behind Bugly was anymore. Luckily for him, Bugly probably couldn’t either. After flying for what seemed like a reasonable distance, he cut his engines.
Yup, that’s right, he shut off the very thing keeping him alive right now. He’d completely switched off all throttle.
There was a flash of lightning somewhere within the cloud. Skyfall was nowhere to be found.
Further below, Nightbird had managed to lodge one of her blades into Punch’s face. He didn’t flinch. Didn’t blink. It was as if nothing had happened. It missed his cerebral cortex. ЄҲƇЄԼԼЄƝƬ, he thought. But if the real Punch had been awake right now, he probably wouldn’t have been so unfazed.
With a blade going through his skull, and Nightbird having pushed away, only the ringing sound of her ƤƦƖMƲƧ-ƑƠƦƧƛƘЄƝ voice in his audio receptors.
This was the last thing Punch heard before the mortar shell exploded in midair, dangerously close to the mountainside, sending shrapnel and broken rocks in every direction. Dust and smoke polluted the area, engulfing both. It was a rough landing, and the shockwave from the explosion had taken its toll as well.
While the dust settled, there was silence. Not a sound other than acid rain pelting down, the wind or the occasional fragment of rock tumbling down the mountainside.
Suddenly, a red hand reached out of nowhere for Nightbird from behind, pulling her down to the floor. Cold blue optics were staring down at the pinned-down femme. A golden gun was pointed down at her. The sai was still lodged in his face.
“Tell me one thing,” Punch said, back to his regular voice, “Why do we need do this?”
Skyfall didn’t know how much he could keep going. This was possibly the most intense flight he’d ever taken. He just hoped he had enough energy left and that he wouldn’t stall halfway through, because Bugly was coming up close behind him. Weaponless, he had no choice but to dodge whatever attacks he may throw at him.
But he had an idea. Once he’d hit the clouds (and therefore bombarded himself with acid rain), he shot straight forward. What he was going to do could pretty much spell his death and seal his fate with the amount of risk involved, but it was a risk that he had to take. At least, so I can maybe come back and say I went on the adventure of a lifetime.
The clouds were thick. No surprise here, and the ionisations in the clouds were messing with his sensors, so he couldn’t tell how far behind Bugly was anymore. Luckily for him, Bugly probably couldn’t either. After flying for what seemed like a reasonable distance, he cut his engines.
Yup, that’s right, he shut off the very thing keeping him alive right now. He’d completely switched off all throttle.
There was a flash of lightning somewhere within the cloud. Skyfall was nowhere to be found.
Further below, Nightbird had managed to lodge one of her blades into Punch’s face. He didn’t flinch. Didn’t blink. It was as if nothing had happened. It missed his cerebral cortex. ЄҲƇЄԼԼЄƝƬ, he thought. But if the real Punch had been awake right now, he probably wouldn’t have been so unfazed.
With a blade going through his skull, and Nightbird having pushed away, only the ringing sound of her ƤƦƖMƲƧ-ƑƠƦƧƛƘЄƝ voice in his audio receptors.
Nightbird wrote:"You underestimate me, Punch!"
This was the last thing Punch heard before the mortar shell exploded in midair, dangerously close to the mountainside, sending shrapnel and broken rocks in every direction. Dust and smoke polluted the area, engulfing both. It was a rough landing, and the shockwave from the explosion had taken its toll as well.
While the dust settled, there was silence. Not a sound other than acid rain pelting down, the wind or the occasional fragment of rock tumbling down the mountainside.
Suddenly, a red hand reached out of nowhere for Nightbird from behind, pulling her down to the floor. Cold blue optics were staring down at the pinned-down femme. A golden gun was pointed down at her. The sai was still lodged in his face.
“Tell me one thing,” Punch said, back to his regular voice, “Why do we need do this?”