01-16-2007, 05:49 PM
Success was on his shoulders now, the shoulders of a three hundred pound mechanical commander. Everything about him from his posture to his tone had to represent absolute victory for the army he served. United was on his shoulders, and there was no way he would buckle under the pressure.
Standing as tall and proud as he?d ever done, Sixteen watched the onslaught of catapult shots into his walls and buildings. The android had lost count of the volley?s by now, and was busy examining the damages. He knew his calculations had to be perfect, or Monte Cristo and his army would falter.
The men outside seemed to have suffered minimal casualties, and only minor wounds. He could not say the same for the inner troops, who were under the leadership of Gokua. There was nothing he could compute that would turn out salutary for the troops caught in the crossfire.
?Tell the snipers that they need to make up for the great distance by aiming their rifles approximately three inches higher. This will put them in range of the opposition, and as they continue to retreat raise your scope higher,? explained the android commander to a rather short and stout messenger.
Another set of crashes plastered the walls and grounds surrounding Monte Cristo, placing massive craters everywhere the shots landed. Smoke rose up from the craters, tainting the once healthy and pure air. Debris flung from the impact area?s, slamming against the many soldiers and crashing into the trenches.
?Our forces, plans, and leaders must be the paragon of this tournament. We must endure this barrage of projectiles until the end, that is when our time will come. The time when we must rise up from our trenches, it will be our time to fight. These catapults are just for show, they want us to shiver in our boots as they launch there long ranged missiles. They will use there tricks, but we will not jump into their bear trap. The united army will hold strong in the fortress, until our time comes,? Sixteen wailed, pumping his fist in glory.
His army followed with a raging battle cry, one that lasted minutes. It was key to keep there moral high as the massive rocks continued to fall from the sky. Monte Cristo was the gem of the United Army, but it was the soldiers who protected it that made it so.
Just then the first set of snipers squeezed there triggers from just above the androids head. From atop the massive walls, hundreds of ki surges burst from the many barrels teetering at the walls edge. The surges screamed forwards, making a massive beeline towards the enemy lines. Only seconds after the first wave of sniper fire, came another wave of artillery fire.
Standing as tall and proud as he?d ever done, Sixteen watched the onslaught of catapult shots into his walls and buildings. The android had lost count of the volley?s by now, and was busy examining the damages. He knew his calculations had to be perfect, or Monte Cristo and his army would falter.
The men outside seemed to have suffered minimal casualties, and only minor wounds. He could not say the same for the inner troops, who were under the leadership of Gokua. There was nothing he could compute that would turn out salutary for the troops caught in the crossfire.
?Tell the snipers that they need to make up for the great distance by aiming their rifles approximately three inches higher. This will put them in range of the opposition, and as they continue to retreat raise your scope higher,? explained the android commander to a rather short and stout messenger.
Another set of crashes plastered the walls and grounds surrounding Monte Cristo, placing massive craters everywhere the shots landed. Smoke rose up from the craters, tainting the once healthy and pure air. Debris flung from the impact area?s, slamming against the many soldiers and crashing into the trenches.
?Our forces, plans, and leaders must be the paragon of this tournament. We must endure this barrage of projectiles until the end, that is when our time will come. The time when we must rise up from our trenches, it will be our time to fight. These catapults are just for show, they want us to shiver in our boots as they launch there long ranged missiles. They will use there tricks, but we will not jump into their bear trap. The united army will hold strong in the fortress, until our time comes,? Sixteen wailed, pumping his fist in glory.
His army followed with a raging battle cry, one that lasted minutes. It was key to keep there moral high as the massive rocks continued to fall from the sky. Monte Cristo was the gem of the United Army, but it was the soldiers who protected it that made it so.
Just then the first set of snipers squeezed there triggers from just above the androids head. From atop the massive walls, hundreds of ki surges burst from the many barrels teetering at the walls edge. The surges screamed forwards, making a massive beeline towards the enemy lines. Only seconds after the first wave of sniper fire, came another wave of artillery fire.