05-24-2007, 07:36 AM
Pikkon gave a curious glance at the two viewable weapons upon Retane. The renegade caught his glimpse and loosened the Charger from his forearm. He tossed it to his ally and jerked his head east.
With that, the trio were off.
The mercenary Retane led the way, rain was still falling heavily and Pikkon lagged behind slipping over in the muddy ground as he tried to fasten his newly acquired Battle Charger.
Retane stoped and turned around ?Come on hurry up, we haven?t got all day,? he yelled out to Pikkon impatiently. Finally fastening the weapon to his arm, the green warrior straightened up and ran up to where his comrades where waiting.
?What?s the plan now?? Pikkon asked as he reached the awaiting warriors. Retane and Tapion looked at each other and then back at the new questioning ally.
?Well, I guess we will move around slowly. There has to be other contestants on this island that have not yet allied themselves with anyone else,? Retane responded glancing over at Tapion.
?Yea, they will be easier targets to take out rather than attacking other big groups,? the elvish warrior added.
?Well I guess that plan is better than no plan,? Pikkon commented looking away from his allies and into the distance.
Finally the three warriors began marching again, heading towards another unexplored area of the map, hoping to come across a lone warrior, whom?s day would soon turn from adventure to unimaginable pain.
As they walked side by side, Pikkon soon became lost in thought; he remembered the barracks. More to the point he remembered what he thought to himself in the barracks as he laid on those ridiculously uncomfortable beds. He thought about the plans that he had made inside his own mind, the plans on how he would handle himself in this game of Dante?s Abyss.
Was walking with a group a part of that plan? Was hunting other unwary warriors by way of group a part of that plan, he thought not. But at this moment it was the best plan he had, or was it?
Gazing of into the distance, the heavy rain seemed like the perfect backdrop for somebody?s death, and the urge for combat was beginning to beckon inside of the green warriors body. With his new weapon he felt invincible would these two ruthless fools have ever trusted him if they knew his real intention, he thought not.
Now while they where all alone, Pikkon knew it was time to strike. He slowed his pace down and began walking a little behind his fellow warriors. He chuckled to himself. They didn?t even know what was about to happen. Pikkon's Plan was about to unfold. What would be the end result, even he did not know.
With that, the trio were off.
The mercenary Retane led the way, rain was still falling heavily and Pikkon lagged behind slipping over in the muddy ground as he tried to fasten his newly acquired Battle Charger.
Retane stoped and turned around ?Come on hurry up, we haven?t got all day,? he yelled out to Pikkon impatiently. Finally fastening the weapon to his arm, the green warrior straightened up and ran up to where his comrades where waiting.
?What?s the plan now?? Pikkon asked as he reached the awaiting warriors. Retane and Tapion looked at each other and then back at the new questioning ally.
?Well, I guess we will move around slowly. There has to be other contestants on this island that have not yet allied themselves with anyone else,? Retane responded glancing over at Tapion.
?Yea, they will be easier targets to take out rather than attacking other big groups,? the elvish warrior added.
?Well I guess that plan is better than no plan,? Pikkon commented looking away from his allies and into the distance.
Finally the three warriors began marching again, heading towards another unexplored area of the map, hoping to come across a lone warrior, whom?s day would soon turn from adventure to unimaginable pain.
As they walked side by side, Pikkon soon became lost in thought; he remembered the barracks. More to the point he remembered what he thought to himself in the barracks as he laid on those ridiculously uncomfortable beds. He thought about the plans that he had made inside his own mind, the plans on how he would handle himself in this game of Dante?s Abyss.
Was walking with a group a part of that plan? Was hunting other unwary warriors by way of group a part of that plan, he thought not. But at this moment it was the best plan he had, or was it?
Gazing of into the distance, the heavy rain seemed like the perfect backdrop for somebody?s death, and the urge for combat was beginning to beckon inside of the green warriors body. With his new weapon he felt invincible would these two ruthless fools have ever trusted him if they knew his real intention, he thought not.
Now while they where all alone, Pikkon knew it was time to strike. He slowed his pace down and began walking a little behind his fellow warriors. He chuckled to himself. They didn?t even know what was about to happen. Pikkon's Plan was about to unfold. What would be the end result, even he did not know.