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 Post subject: Sebastian
PostPosted: Mon Jun 25, 2007 11:37 am 
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Running down the corridor he came face to face with two fearsome Orks, both a good three heads bigger the he was, both with blades bigger then his arm, without stopping he took out the first a bolt round to the temple, its meaty head exploding on to the wall, the second fell to its knees with a swift kick to the groin allowing him to slip his long knife effortlessly across its neck to finish it off.

“Control, This is Bravo one, Section three-nine is clear, Orks has swarmed the western passage. Moving to three-ten, over.”

“Received Bravo one, Orks are pushing there way in to the main block you need to find the parcel and get out ASAP, over”

“Understood control, over and out.”

Sebastian undid the front of his long deep blue trench coat and slipped out his map pad, its pail glow cast a dark shadow on to his face. The cold blue eyes reflected the light into the dismal darkness off the passage. He stood there for a moment allowing him self to breath, the adrenalin was pumping round his body as a single bead of sweat ran down his cheek following the deep network of scars, as it came to the bottom of his face it slowly creped forward to the end of his sharp pointy chin.

His tall lean figure tensed as his small ears caught the sound of approaching feet. He tightened the grip on his blot pistol, knowing that he only had tree round remaining, sliding the data pad back it to his coat, he reached down to his waist to take out he long, flat, titanium combat knife. Lower in his body weight he fixed his eye line on to the passage a head, although the oncoming body was not making any effort to hide its self, Sebastian knew it was a threat.

“Where iss it, you musst know where it iss?” it hissed is it moved out of the shadow smoke towards him., as it came near he could make out a shape, it was almost human, tall and slender body was shown off by its tight fitting leather corset showed off its slim figure, and perfect chest, its look floorless legs ended in high heeled boots, that looked to be made out of some kind of bone. Its pale skin was covered in deep crimson blood, that was sprayed up her dark black hair. She stood in front of him about a meter away, letting he red blade swing in her hand, she lulled the sword back and forth as if she was rocking a baby to sleep.

“I’ll assk you again Puritan, where iss it?” She hissed taking a step forward.

“Go to hell.” Sebastian shouted as he blasted three round straight it to the woman chest.

“I’ll send you first.” She replied though gritted teeth, swinging the blade at his head. He ducked coming back up with an upper cut to he chin, hearing the cracking of bone he powered on, laying a second punch to her nose.

“You can’t hurt me, you should come to the sside of the Radicalss, we usse the demonss traitss for are own good, like there power to regenerate.” As she stepped back he nose snapped back it to place and the three bolt rounds tumbled to the ground as her chest started to reform.

She swung the blade again, allowing it to pass Sebastian lunged forward grabbing her arm he brought his knee in to her elbow, snapping it into two. She spend round braking from his grip, with he right arm rendered use less she used her left to slash at his face. Three deep wound stared to weep blood as she with drew her hand screaming in pain; looking at her stomach she could just see the hilt of a knife.

“I have toyed with you long enough.” With a diffident snap she realigned her elbow and stated to advance slashing with her claw like hand, Sebastian brought his hand up to defend him self. He managed to bring his knee up in to he mid rifted causing her to stumble back doubled over. He fell to the ground his self with the pain of a fractured knee cap, Frag he was a idiot he’d kneed the knife.

Looking up she stared in shock and Sebastian stood there knelt on one knee in the middle of the corridor with a blot pistol in each hand.

Sebastian shot eight rounds straight down the corridor; each one caught her in the chest. She gave out an ear piercing howl as she fell to the ground, blood pouring from her wounds. Her body started to fall apart, cuts and wounds started to reopen the blood running on to the floor. The only words she could mutter was the faintest “How?” Pushing him self to his feet he holstered his bolt pistols, dropping he took his old glare shads out of his pocket and glanced down at the blooded wither corps

“Pyround dear, like I said, I’ll see you in hell.” He slipped on the glare shades and limped off down the corridor.

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PostPosted: Mon Jun 25, 2007 11:47 am 
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An interesting read. Some minor spelling and grammer mistakes - nothing major and should be easily caught.

I'm not convinced that an Ork would go down with a kick to the groin though. :wink:

"Always mystify, mislead, and surprise the enemy; and when you strike and overcome him, never let up pursuit." ----- Thomas Jacskon

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