DAY. INT. First Official Proclaimation of Black Wolf, HLP Supervisory Administrator thread. SCENE TWO
We return as we left it, spartan_0214 and his fanboy armor heavily exposed to Unknown Target's weaponry.
UNKNOWN TARGET: So...I see we have come down to cliches, hm?
spartan_0214: (Grunts) Use what works best...
Unknown Target pulls the trigger and is immediately blown backwards in a hellstorm of electromagnetic energy as the bullet is disintegrated in spartan_0214's shield. Dazed and slightly bruised, Unknown Target slumps against a wall, finally dropping his weapon. spartan_0214 moves in for the kill.
spartan_0214: So this is how the big bad old timer ends up, hm?
He grabs Unknown Target by the wrist and drags his limp body over to the waste chute on the other side of the forum. Onlookers gasp in surprise. spartan_0214 slowly raises Unknown Target over his head and prepares to toss him down. Suddenly, in a flurry of motion, his victim seizes on the opportunity and grabs spartan_0214's arm, shoving his weight forward and dropping to the floor, cartwheeling spartan_0214 over top of him and into the wall. spartan_0214 screams in agony, grabbing his near-broken arm, looking frantically for Unknown Target. We cut to his POV, heavy breathing in the background. We whip back and forth, then on a whim look straight up, just in time to see Unknown Target screaming down from the heavens, leg outstretched. spartan_0214 drops and rolls to the side, narrowly missing the oncoming projectile. Unknown Target hits the ground - a loud crunch is heard and the metal floor buckles under his weight. He roars and spins around to find spartan_0214 leveling dual SMGs on him. The latter opens fire, bullets searing through the recycled air, ripping up the ground all about his target. Unknown Target leaps onto a wall, running towards the origin of the hellstorm. spartan_0214 runs out of ammo on one of his SMG's - he chucks it at Unknown Target, who grabs it in mid-air and whirls it around in his hand, gripping the barrel. He leaps off of the wall at spartan_0214, arm raised, ready to strike. A bullet smacks him in the chest, burying itself inside his kevlar. His trajectory altered, he careens past spartan_0214, and at the last moment swings, clocking spartan_0214 in the back of head. Unknown Target continues onwards, smacking into the floor with a sickening crunch, skidding sideways into a crowd of nearby forumites. He rises up, throwing a small newbie off of him.
UNKNOWN TARGET: Son of a *****!
spartan_0214: Come get some old timer!
spartan_0214 screams and the two charge at each other - Unknown Target hits the deck, sliding in for spartan_0214's legs. The latter grabs him by the ankles and whips him up into the air, using his boosted strength to swing him about like a bat. spartan_0214 swings his new ragdoll at a couch, which Unknown Target grabs and counter-swings, smashing spartan_0214's head and sending him spinning sideways.[/b]
UNKNOWN TARGET: Done yet?!
Fade to black.
