12-19-2006, 08:03 PM
?Grenade!? the roar was defiant and brought the Dante company to the ground, hands flung over ears and successfully warding off the deafening call of a grenade that blasted Syntech soldiers all across the room they?d huddled in. Cold peered round threshold and was glad to see soldiers who?d suffered swift defeat, their bodies either completely destroyed or disemboweled by the flailing shrapnel. Cold stepped within the room as the ashen smog from the grenade began to fade into a gentle mist, the smell of napalm growing fond of the eager changeling.
?Good work private.? Someone from behind him mentioned, and offered a pat on his upper back since they were dwarfed by his tremendous stature. ?From here we have to get deeper into the fortress,? and he jabbed his fingers at a blueprinted layout of the fortress that they were within, leaving the emperor baffled as to how they came upon such intricate design. ?Now it shouldn?t be too much of a problem to get us from here to here, and if we happen to make it right here we?ll have a better vantage point for the snipers to scope out high priority figures among the bastards.?
Curiosity had finally gotten the better of him, fore these men were not quite captains, nor lieutenant?s?not quite soldiers either. ?Who the fuck are you guys?? it was quite polite, though it severely lacked elegance, in Cold?s eyes. His hand lingered over the pistol holstered at his waist and his eyes shifted into a narrowed state.
?Who do you think, private? We?re Special Ops.? The one who?d engaged the changeling in conversation stated proudly, though another explosion rocked the entire structure and sent everyone present off balance. ?C?mon we got shit to take care of. Take this, it?ll make you feel better.? He shoved a flask into the sovereign?s hands and motioned for all present to follow and they chose to do so. King Cold joined in amidst the fray as soon as he put the flask to his lips and swallowed the enigmatic supplements.
?Now, we?re pretty much out here to engage specific marks in battle, you may see a mark as such.? And what occurred next shocked the very balances of everything just. The action paused and there was a translucent arrow of jade color floating just outside the window. This stunned him, paired with the fact that only him and the one special ops agent harbored the ability to move. ?This is? not a mark, as you can tell from his green arrow, but the transparency you see. The transparency designates him as a current threat. Now go. Show Syntech forces a reversal!?
?What? the? fuck? did you give me to drink?? Cold stood for a moment, surveying the hip flask and cast it aside. ?Subliminal.? And he allowed a scoff as reality set into motion, snatching the syntech soldier that leapt out of covertness and flinging him upwards. There was no chuckle when the yellow-armored fell upon his awaiting tail, and then cast?with an indenturing boom, against a conveniently placed wall. It nearly shattered, catching the attention of the operatives present.
?Well, don?t watch it. You guys should have the explosives to take care of this one.? A delightful sneer became evident of the changelings outstanding features. ?Where does this lead to??
?We don?t have the exact nature of the rooms, just the outlines of this fort. Shit, this could lead to a hailing of gunfire for all I know.? Yet his purpose was resolute and the makeshift explosives were within his grasp, prepped and pressed against the wall.
?For Dante!? Cold stated, clear enough for those with him to understand and for any lingering nearby to wonder why a man would emulate the cry of his purpose with no sort of vantage at his disposal.
?Good work private.? Someone from behind him mentioned, and offered a pat on his upper back since they were dwarfed by his tremendous stature. ?From here we have to get deeper into the fortress,? and he jabbed his fingers at a blueprinted layout of the fortress that they were within, leaving the emperor baffled as to how they came upon such intricate design. ?Now it shouldn?t be too much of a problem to get us from here to here, and if we happen to make it right here we?ll have a better vantage point for the snipers to scope out high priority figures among the bastards.?
Curiosity had finally gotten the better of him, fore these men were not quite captains, nor lieutenant?s?not quite soldiers either. ?Who the fuck are you guys?? it was quite polite, though it severely lacked elegance, in Cold?s eyes. His hand lingered over the pistol holstered at his waist and his eyes shifted into a narrowed state.
?Who do you think, private? We?re Special Ops.? The one who?d engaged the changeling in conversation stated proudly, though another explosion rocked the entire structure and sent everyone present off balance. ?C?mon we got shit to take care of. Take this, it?ll make you feel better.? He shoved a flask into the sovereign?s hands and motioned for all present to follow and they chose to do so. King Cold joined in amidst the fray as soon as he put the flask to his lips and swallowed the enigmatic supplements.
?Now, we?re pretty much out here to engage specific marks in battle, you may see a mark as such.? And what occurred next shocked the very balances of everything just. The action paused and there was a translucent arrow of jade color floating just outside the window. This stunned him, paired with the fact that only him and the one special ops agent harbored the ability to move. ?This is? not a mark, as you can tell from his green arrow, but the transparency you see. The transparency designates him as a current threat. Now go. Show Syntech forces a reversal!?
?What? the? fuck? did you give me to drink?? Cold stood for a moment, surveying the hip flask and cast it aside. ?Subliminal.? And he allowed a scoff as reality set into motion, snatching the syntech soldier that leapt out of covertness and flinging him upwards. There was no chuckle when the yellow-armored fell upon his awaiting tail, and then cast?with an indenturing boom, against a conveniently placed wall. It nearly shattered, catching the attention of the operatives present.
?Well, don?t watch it. You guys should have the explosives to take care of this one.? A delightful sneer became evident of the changelings outstanding features. ?Where does this lead to??
?We don?t have the exact nature of the rooms, just the outlines of this fort. Shit, this could lead to a hailing of gunfire for all I know.? Yet his purpose was resolute and the makeshift explosives were within his grasp, prepped and pressed against the wall.
?For Dante!? Cold stated, clear enough for those with him to understand and for any lingering nearby to wonder why a man would emulate the cry of his purpose with no sort of vantage at his disposal.