11-20-2009, 01:07 PM
Ace grinned, flicking the cigarette to the corner of his mouth with his tongue. That little boy, that…younger-looking version of Alex…had caught a lucky break, but he’d make sure that the saiyan didn’t get the same escape rope. Vad was out of close range now, giving Trafford the advantage once again. As long as he didn’t let his opponent get close, the Armani-clad youth would do exactly as he planned, and that was win. He whipped out his gold-plated Desert Eagle, planning to finish things in style.
As the attack died down, a cloud of smoke surrounded the area in the fallout. Vad stumbled through the devastation, stumbling in the potholes left behind from the exploded debris.
Alex could faintly hear his opponent and raised his pistol, squinting an eye closed and trying to pick out the source of the noise. It wasn’t quite like shooting fish in a barrel, but all he had to do was get even a little bit close, and detonate the bullets, and that would suffice for now. He almost considered repeating the attack he’d used on the kid, as it had been quite fun, but it hadn’t really worked, and it would be boring to do the same thing over and over again. When he felt like he had a good lock on his opponent, he squeezed the trigger and let off a few rounds.
A few moments went by, and nothing happened. Not even an explosion, or a ricochet. It was as if his bullets had disappeared into the ether. Finally, the smoke cleared, and Vad stood strong, his arm held steady in the air. Alex clenched his teeth down on his cigarette in annoyance: the bullets were held frozen several feet from the saiyan.
Vad’s eyebrows furrowed, and his face curled into a snarl. When would they learn? When would they learn not to attack him with metal? The bullets were energized with psychokinetic energy, but they were still metal. With a flick of his wrist, the bullets flew off into a face of the mountain, where they exploded harmlessly.
Well, almost harmlessly.
The rocks dislodged from the natural structure slid down, directly into the path where Alex was standing. He realized this and retreated, although he simultaneously reached out to the rocks with his telekinetic powers and rerouted them towards Vad. The saiyan crouched down into a ready position, smashing each one into dust with just his fists. Seizing a temporary pause in the battle, Vad used his metal binding to snatch the gun from Ace’s hand before the heroin addict could stop him. The pistol flew to Vad’s hand, and the saiyan looked at it in disgust.
“Real warriors don’t need guns,” Zulenka chided viciously. He tossed it away, sending it over an incline and tumbling out of sight.
Alex snorted, and instead pulled the other one out, firing a single bullet in a lightning quick draw, just like Clint Eastwood. “Guess you didn’t know I had two,” he smirked.
Vad froze the bullet in midair, but this time, Alex was on to him. The telekinetic thrust forth his free hand, and the two became locked in a duel of what was stronger: pyschokinesis, or metal binding?
Both refused to lose; Alex had a score with himself to settle, and Vad had a will that could not be broken no matter how hard he was knocked down.
At the moment, it seemed like Alex had the upper hand; his energy encompassed the bullet, giving him the edge he needed to overcome the metallic component of the bullet. Slowly but surely, the slug inched its way towards the saiyan, headed directly in the center of his forehead. The bullet touched Vad’s skin, who even with his most valiant effort, could not push it back.
“That’s close enough,” Alex admonished. He closed his hand into a fist, and the bullet exploded. Vad dropped like a stone.
Ace blew on the barrel of his gun and twirled it expertly with his fingers, pretending to holster it. He reached out towards the ledge where Vad had thrown his gun, and made a come hither motion. The Desert Eagle quickly returned to his awaiting palm, and Trafford returned the pistols to their rightful places. He strode over to the fallen saiyan, inspecting the body. As he gazed upon his opponent, he couldn’t help but feel a wave of disgust wash over him. It was like the fun of it had been completely sucked out as he looked at his own gruesome handiwork.
“You shouldn’t have gotten in my way,” Alex quickly excused himself. “I wouldn’t have had to do that if you had just given up.”
He walked off, trying to rationalize the brutal act he’d just committed.
As the attack died down, a cloud of smoke surrounded the area in the fallout. Vad stumbled through the devastation, stumbling in the potholes left behind from the exploded debris.
Alex could faintly hear his opponent and raised his pistol, squinting an eye closed and trying to pick out the source of the noise. It wasn’t quite like shooting fish in a barrel, but all he had to do was get even a little bit close, and detonate the bullets, and that would suffice for now. He almost considered repeating the attack he’d used on the kid, as it had been quite fun, but it hadn’t really worked, and it would be boring to do the same thing over and over again. When he felt like he had a good lock on his opponent, he squeezed the trigger and let off a few rounds.
A few moments went by, and nothing happened. Not even an explosion, or a ricochet. It was as if his bullets had disappeared into the ether. Finally, the smoke cleared, and Vad stood strong, his arm held steady in the air. Alex clenched his teeth down on his cigarette in annoyance: the bullets were held frozen several feet from the saiyan.
Vad’s eyebrows furrowed, and his face curled into a snarl. When would they learn? When would they learn not to attack him with metal? The bullets were energized with psychokinetic energy, but they were still metal. With a flick of his wrist, the bullets flew off into a face of the mountain, where they exploded harmlessly.
Well, almost harmlessly.
The rocks dislodged from the natural structure slid down, directly into the path where Alex was standing. He realized this and retreated, although he simultaneously reached out to the rocks with his telekinetic powers and rerouted them towards Vad. The saiyan crouched down into a ready position, smashing each one into dust with just his fists. Seizing a temporary pause in the battle, Vad used his metal binding to snatch the gun from Ace’s hand before the heroin addict could stop him. The pistol flew to Vad’s hand, and the saiyan looked at it in disgust.
“Real warriors don’t need guns,” Zulenka chided viciously. He tossed it away, sending it over an incline and tumbling out of sight.
Alex snorted, and instead pulled the other one out, firing a single bullet in a lightning quick draw, just like Clint Eastwood. “Guess you didn’t know I had two,” he smirked.
Vad froze the bullet in midair, but this time, Alex was on to him. The telekinetic thrust forth his free hand, and the two became locked in a duel of what was stronger: pyschokinesis, or metal binding?
Both refused to lose; Alex had a score with himself to settle, and Vad had a will that could not be broken no matter how hard he was knocked down.
At the moment, it seemed like Alex had the upper hand; his energy encompassed the bullet, giving him the edge he needed to overcome the metallic component of the bullet. Slowly but surely, the slug inched its way towards the saiyan, headed directly in the center of his forehead. The bullet touched Vad’s skin, who even with his most valiant effort, could not push it back.
“That’s close enough,” Alex admonished. He closed his hand into a fist, and the bullet exploded. Vad dropped like a stone.
Ace blew on the barrel of his gun and twirled it expertly with his fingers, pretending to holster it. He reached out towards the ledge where Vad had thrown his gun, and made a come hither motion. The Desert Eagle quickly returned to his awaiting palm, and Trafford returned the pistols to their rightful places. He strode over to the fallen saiyan, inspecting the body. As he gazed upon his opponent, he couldn’t help but feel a wave of disgust wash over him. It was like the fun of it had been completely sucked out as he looked at his own gruesome handiwork.
“You shouldn’t have gotten in my way,” Alex quickly excused himself. “I wouldn’t have had to do that if you had just given up.”
He walked off, trying to rationalize the brutal act he’d just committed.
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