12-28-2006, 07:40 PM
The mechanical warrior watched his target get dragged off the battlefield. ?He must be an important figure, to be carted off the second he was shot,? thought the android, sitting up and taking a glance around the battlefield.
His third wave of support units were marching into the battle now, and all the artillery units were firing at full speed. Koola seemed to have everything under control at the gate, and his snipers were picking off the unlucky ones atop the wall.
?Sir, we?ve found another entrance. It?s a small one, but I think it could be useful to us. Our scouts found it in a small path of undergrowth south of here. The opening only has a few units guarding it from the outside, and one sniper. It should be an easy take sir,? called the messenger, standing at the ladder of his shooting stand.
Sixteen sat idle for a moment, computing the odds and weighing his options. ?I need three support units here immediately. I will take that myself, but send the rest of our assassins to the place in one hour,? the mechanical apparatus explained, motioning over three support.
After a few minutes of gathering the small supplies that they needed, his messenger began to lead the group to the small opening. The five united soldiers were running at a jog, with the messenger leading followed by Sixteen. ?Ok guys, were closing in on the entrance. I?m going to turn back now, good luck!? he called, stopping the jog and turning back.
?Alright boys, were going silent from here on in. I want you three splitting up, one of your from the north east and west closing in slowly. I will creep into a good position and find that sniper,? the orange hared giant ordered in a whisper.
The three support units went there separate ways in a creep, while Sixteen lowered himself to one knee, and reached into his small backpack. Quickly pulling out a folded up piece of cardboard, and unraveling it. After a few moments, he was completely covered in a large box with a food label at the top.
?That sniper has no chance,? he mumbled, creeping upwards and closer to the entrance. It felt like twenty minutes passed before he came into seeing distance of the small patch of undergrowth, and a large tree located in the middle. There were five outcasts soldiers guarding the patch, and they seemed to have no idea. Zooming in slightly, he noticed the sniper situated about half way up the monster tree, periodically checking his surroundings.
Inch by inch, Sixteen guided the muzzle of his gun out the small hole in the front of his box. Fingering the safety off, as well as the night vision on, he lowered himself to look into his scope. The sniper was fairly camouflaged, but he had no idea what was going on.
Angling the crosshairs, and calculating the distance the mechanical being aimed his rifle. Slowly placing his finger against the trigger, and squeezing backwards. In an instant the gun went off, sending a bullet screaming into the trees. A moment later, the sniper and all his gear flopped down the brush, dead to rights.
His third wave of support units were marching into the battle now, and all the artillery units were firing at full speed. Koola seemed to have everything under control at the gate, and his snipers were picking off the unlucky ones atop the wall.
?Sir, we?ve found another entrance. It?s a small one, but I think it could be useful to us. Our scouts found it in a small path of undergrowth south of here. The opening only has a few units guarding it from the outside, and one sniper. It should be an easy take sir,? called the messenger, standing at the ladder of his shooting stand.
Sixteen sat idle for a moment, computing the odds and weighing his options. ?I need three support units here immediately. I will take that myself, but send the rest of our assassins to the place in one hour,? the mechanical apparatus explained, motioning over three support.
After a few minutes of gathering the small supplies that they needed, his messenger began to lead the group to the small opening. The five united soldiers were running at a jog, with the messenger leading followed by Sixteen. ?Ok guys, were closing in on the entrance. I?m going to turn back now, good luck!? he called, stopping the jog and turning back.
?Alright boys, were going silent from here on in. I want you three splitting up, one of your from the north east and west closing in slowly. I will creep into a good position and find that sniper,? the orange hared giant ordered in a whisper.
The three support units went there separate ways in a creep, while Sixteen lowered himself to one knee, and reached into his small backpack. Quickly pulling out a folded up piece of cardboard, and unraveling it. After a few moments, he was completely covered in a large box with a food label at the top.
?That sniper has no chance,? he mumbled, creeping upwards and closer to the entrance. It felt like twenty minutes passed before he came into seeing distance of the small patch of undergrowth, and a large tree located in the middle. There were five outcasts soldiers guarding the patch, and they seemed to have no idea. Zooming in slightly, he noticed the sniper situated about half way up the monster tree, periodically checking his surroundings.
Inch by inch, Sixteen guided the muzzle of his gun out the small hole in the front of his box. Fingering the safety off, as well as the night vision on, he lowered himself to look into his scope. The sniper was fairly camouflaged, but he had no idea what was going on.
Angling the crosshairs, and calculating the distance the mechanical being aimed his rifle. Slowly placing his finger against the trigger, and squeezing backwards. In an instant the gun went off, sending a bullet screaming into the trees. A moment later, the sniper and all his gear flopped down the brush, dead to rights.