Lyskar 12210 -The Chaos within trumps the Chaos without- Level: 192 Posts: 360/12211 EXP: 99325878 For next: 547693 Since: 07-03-07 From: 52-2-88-7 Since last post: 7.4 years Last activity: 7.3 years

Posted on 07-29-07 08:59:24 PM Link

07-29-07 02:59 PM 360 posts 26 days Member 360 A towering man of steel walked through the grass and into view. He was 6'4", heavily armored, with brown shoulder and knee pads. On his right hand was a strange time device, which showed that it was 3 minutes to midnight, despite the fact it was broad daylight out. The man breathed coldly as he pointed at the target for today. "You have a bounty on your head. The bounty is vague, but... it says you must die." The man took out a piece of parchment, written in a scribbly blue ink. He looked over it, and, ascertaining this fact for the second time, rolled it up and stuck it into one of many slots in his suit. His cold, blue visor shined menacingly at his foe. He made a step forward, crushing some more grass in a mushy fashion. The sun shone bright behind him, as the spectre of a man took out his weapon. It was... a golf club. He took out a stump of a rubber handle from a compartment in his right knee, clicking open the kneecap as if it was not real and just taking it out nonchalantly. He raised it over his head, and pressed a button on the end. With a crisp shinking noise, it became a full-on nine iron. Only this wasn't a normal nine iron... it was... a nine iron from hell itself. The wrought metal shined a strange silvery hue, and at the end a sharpened blunt club-like surface with several notches was apparent. This surface was pitch black, and made no shine; all light that hit it ceased to exist. The man held the club with both hands, on the handle, with the end of it high over his right shoulder. He made a twisting motion. The end of the club, as well as the metallic portion of its length, but not the handle, burst into flames. The vile flames filled the air with a kerosene smell, as the man walked towards his foe, trails of the fire dripping onto the grass behind him. He soon reached his foe... and then swung quickly at Mika's neck, trying to decapitate her in one firery swing. But... even as his targeting sensors had locked on, giving him 100% chance of success.... ...He had the feeling that this wasn't just any girl he'd been hired to destroy. ____________________ Dennis, on the Future of Remixing: "i think that it's going to become a sentient being that will destroy us all"

Lyskar 12210 -The Chaos within trumps the Chaos without- Level: 192 Posts: 361/12211 EXP: 99325878 For next: 547693 Since: 07-03-07 From: 52-2-88-7 Since last post: 7.4 years Last activity: 7.3 years

Posted on 07-30-07 01:04:52 AM Link

07-29-07 07:04 PM 361 posts 26 days Member 360 The man stood tall from his missed swipe. He snapped his chunky fingers, and weird plates flew off his feet. He suddenly began hovering about 3 inches off the ground. Hovering back while strafing, he pointed at his target. "Yes. My employer has requested to remain confidential, but they want you dead. For the money they are paying... I cannot refuse." The man's right shoulder pivoted forward, with his left shoulder pulling back. The golf club had magnetically snapped to his wrist earlier; it quickly resumed its position in his hand, though, as he flew at his foe, intending to impale her with the deadly sharp golf club. The flames roared as he flew at her. His cold eyes stared intently underneath the mask of steel. He calculated possible escape vectors. Indeed, he got within a few seconds of hitting... ...And suddenly moved the golf club to threaten her shins instead, expecting her to turn around, jump, run, or kick at him. The sheer length made it like a flying fence, not to mention Metal Man's own mass would do serious damage if he crashed into the girl--he was like a cannonball at these speeds. A crazy smirk appeared beneath the visor, his crooked, white teeth gleaming like that of a shark's. ____________________ Dennis, on the Future of Remixing: "i think that it's going to become a sentient being that will destroy us all"

Lyskar 12210 -The Chaos within trumps the Chaos without- Level: 192 Posts: 365/12211 EXP: 99325878 For next: 547693 Since: 07-03-07 From: 52-2-88-7 Since last post: 7.4 years Last activity: 7.3 years

Posted on 07-30-07 02:45:56 AM Link

07-29-07 08:45 PM 365 posts 26 days Member 360 The man's eyes shifted, and he immediately swung up his golf club onto the sword. It was sliced open, and hurled flaming kerosene all over Mika as the metallic monstrosity lurched out of the way, a scratch on his armor and some flames on it, too. He hurled the useless handle out of the way and then methodically took out yet another weapon, this one being some sort of hockey puck. "You want to play ball? Then I'll show you how we do it in the big leagues." He flicked the disk at Mika. ...It flew right over her head, then sprouted a serrated edge of blades. It whisked around, flying at Mika's sword-holding arms as Metal Man took out a silver TT-33 pistol, probably former Soviet make. He aimed directly at Mika's right shoulder and popped off three shots, hovering back a bit before strafing to the left and firing several, as the hockey puck flew at the possibly flaming target from behind. He smirked evilly as his sensors measured probabilities of damage. However, he did not like that scratch one bit... he added a note to his personal computer, to have that polished out. ____________________ Dennis, on the Future of Remixing: "i think that it's going to become a sentient being that will destroy us all"