05-23-2007, 04:00 AM
"Ally", Pikkon returned, giving Retane a curious glance.
It was then that the clock rang and told that the time was nearing. With a slight head gesture, the renegade turned and headed straight to his foot locker. He opened it and in it were many things, the most being rolls of sharp, wicked nails. Also in it was a map, a compass, and a scouter along with some rations. The scouter, something the mercenary only used to communicate with his comrades, was weaker then his own, and useless to him and he tossed it deep into the bag without a second thought.
His senses were far more better.
He looked long and hard at the Nail Gun pondering if it was as useful as his Deck of Cards. He personally didn't think so but stuffed it into his pack anyways. He truely hoped he was wrong.
Right before the final dong sounded, the mercenary caught the glimpse of Tapion, the young konat he had met before, and he too seemed different in his eyes...
:FLASH:
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The collars had seperated everyone from their position. The assassin understood that as he looked around and remembered his last years bout.
The air was crisp and cool. The sky was dark and the moon shown brightly across the vast plain. He was alone here, and forty-three victims were out there, desiring to meet their death. It was night time, and the perfect time to strike while his momentum was built up. The rush of adrenaline set the namekian into a frenzy. He whipped his cloak off and let it fall to the ground. Syntech could replace it, or he could create him another one. There was no use having something to hang loose and let himself be seen if it flapped in the wind.
The mercenary sniffed the air, it was fresh, blood had yet to be spilt, but he wanted to change that. He clasped his legs and wrists, in quick recession, and removed the weights that would hinder his speedy movements.
Along the way, he knew he might need some allies, but also knew that he wanted that first kill to extinguish the burning rage inside himself that yearned for blood. The mercenary glanced at his compass and his map then placed it back in the bag. He growled low and darted off heading south, crouching low as he went. He was the Dark Hunter once again, the predator, hunting for some prey. After all, thats what part of the game was, killing and surviving. To survive you had to make sure your enemies were eliminated.
And along the way... he ment to do so!
It was then that the clock rang and told that the time was nearing. With a slight head gesture, the renegade turned and headed straight to his foot locker. He opened it and in it were many things, the most being rolls of sharp, wicked nails. Also in it was a map, a compass, and a scouter along with some rations. The scouter, something the mercenary only used to communicate with his comrades, was weaker then his own, and useless to him and he tossed it deep into the bag without a second thought.
His senses were far more better.
He looked long and hard at the Nail Gun pondering if it was as useful as his Deck of Cards. He personally didn't think so but stuffed it into his pack anyways. He truely hoped he was wrong.
Right before the final dong sounded, the mercenary caught the glimpse of Tapion, the young konat he had met before, and he too seemed different in his eyes...
:FLASH:
----
The collars had seperated everyone from their position. The assassin understood that as he looked around and remembered his last years bout.
The air was crisp and cool. The sky was dark and the moon shown brightly across the vast plain. He was alone here, and forty-three victims were out there, desiring to meet their death. It was night time, and the perfect time to strike while his momentum was built up. The rush of adrenaline set the namekian into a frenzy. He whipped his cloak off and let it fall to the ground. Syntech could replace it, or he could create him another one. There was no use having something to hang loose and let himself be seen if it flapped in the wind.
The mercenary sniffed the air, it was fresh, blood had yet to be spilt, but he wanted to change that. He clasped his legs and wrists, in quick recession, and removed the weights that would hinder his speedy movements.
Along the way, he knew he might need some allies, but also knew that he wanted that first kill to extinguish the burning rage inside himself that yearned for blood. The mercenary glanced at his compass and his map then placed it back in the bag. He growled low and darted off heading south, crouching low as he went. He was the Dark Hunter once again, the predator, hunting for some prey. After all, thats what part of the game was, killing and surviving. To survive you had to make sure your enemies were eliminated.
And along the way... he ment to do so!
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