Common Ground (Ongoing)
Jan 4, 2012 14:16:54 GMT -5
Post by draikade on Jan 4, 2012 14:16:54 GMT -5
The black and silver flyer soared with rumbling engines to the supposed underground enterance. A quick scan of the terrain ahead revealed several deserted structures, many of which were collapsing inward. Ronin also detected the hovering skimmer, belonging to the ‘slime mass’ alien, he’d originally followed discretely from the space port field to “that place”.
Nearing his destination, a countdown silently moved to its end. Ronin arched downward at a tilt. His alt. mode’s nose charged closer to the ground at gut-wrenching speeds. Thin air whistled around him.
Two metallic armored aliens, the Dykians, emerged out from hiding among the fallen buildings. Their lethal weaponary aimed swiftly at Ronin in his reckless dive.
Pulsing hot barrels crackled in the roiling thin atmosphere as plasma bolts shot out…
…and missed. A transforming Ronin twisted mid-flight dodging the fiery bolts’ path. Igniting his blade, Ronin plowed into his attackers.
Cleaving one immediately, the other attempted to knife Ronin’s sword arm with his own recurved dagger, only to be thrown and land with a sickening crunch on the sickled blade.
A beastly growl preceded the alarming impact of yet a third assailant from a 2nd story tier and causing Ronin to crash onto his knees joints from the unexpected weight. His energy blade skipping away from his grip and searing pain sizzled in the left shoulder.
Ronin threw off his Dykian assailant and smoking rifle from his back, following through with a vicious punch to the armored abdomen. However, the Dykian’s armor held up against a Transformer’s greater strength, only resulting in the alien being momentarily dazed. Ronin recalled his plasma rifle from subspace, not permitting the Dykian time to retaliate.
The pause made time catch to Ronin and he teetered against a wall briefly. Agony echoed from his shoulder. The assassin-focus actually receded compliantly a bit.
The countdown drew near to a close. 10…9…8…
A shadow loomed. The largest and burliest Dykian yet stood ramrod in gunmetal metallic armor, challenging in haughty alien laughter.
7…6…
Ronin met the piercing gaze, instant recognition of the one holding Cha’delk captive at the landing pad back on Earth. He uttered an unearthly growl; dancing the fine line between the assassin mind and his own boiling anger, a terrible and devastating combination.
5…
The hunter accepted the predator’s challenge.
The two clashed in a fury.
4…
Weapons scattered to the ground at their feet.
3…
A clenched fist of discarded debris shattered Ronin’s visor.
2…
Burgundy blood sloshed from the Dykian’s now stumped arm.
1…
Ronin’s injured arm perforated with jagged claws.
…0…
The plasma charge erupted with a deafening explosion from the direction of the spaceport. A surging shockwave raged outward throwing the two combatants apart, lost in the swirling tumble of chaos.
Nearing his destination, a countdown silently moved to its end. Ronin arched downward at a tilt. His alt. mode’s nose charged closer to the ground at gut-wrenching speeds. Thin air whistled around him.
Two metallic armored aliens, the Dykians, emerged out from hiding among the fallen buildings. Their lethal weaponary aimed swiftly at Ronin in his reckless dive.
Pulsing hot barrels crackled in the roiling thin atmosphere as plasma bolts shot out…
…and missed. A transforming Ronin twisted mid-flight dodging the fiery bolts’ path. Igniting his blade, Ronin plowed into his attackers.
Cleaving one immediately, the other attempted to knife Ronin’s sword arm with his own recurved dagger, only to be thrown and land with a sickening crunch on the sickled blade.
A beastly growl preceded the alarming impact of yet a third assailant from a 2nd story tier and causing Ronin to crash onto his knees joints from the unexpected weight. His energy blade skipping away from his grip and searing pain sizzled in the left shoulder.
Ronin threw off his Dykian assailant and smoking rifle from his back, following through with a vicious punch to the armored abdomen. However, the Dykian’s armor held up against a Transformer’s greater strength, only resulting in the alien being momentarily dazed. Ronin recalled his plasma rifle from subspace, not permitting the Dykian time to retaliate.
The pause made time catch to Ronin and he teetered against a wall briefly. Agony echoed from his shoulder. The assassin-focus actually receded compliantly a bit.
The countdown drew near to a close. 10…9…8…
A shadow loomed. The largest and burliest Dykian yet stood ramrod in gunmetal metallic armor, challenging in haughty alien laughter.
7…6…
Ronin met the piercing gaze, instant recognition of the one holding Cha’delk captive at the landing pad back on Earth. He uttered an unearthly growl; dancing the fine line between the assassin mind and his own boiling anger, a terrible and devastating combination.
5…
The hunter accepted the predator’s challenge.
The two clashed in a fury.
4…
Weapons scattered to the ground at their feet.
3…
A clenched fist of discarded debris shattered Ronin’s visor.
2…
Burgundy blood sloshed from the Dykian’s now stumped arm.
1…
Ronin’s injured arm perforated with jagged claws.
…0…
The plasma charge erupted with a deafening explosion from the direction of the spaceport. A surging shockwave raged outward throwing the two combatants apart, lost in the swirling tumble of chaos.