Firing teams, my speciality!!

ooc: you may not be able to take em all on, but i sure as hell can!!
Jack could see Keats' expert manoevers, but noticed a flaw... Keats wasn't
anywhere near as strong or as fast as he needed to be... there were still
god knows how many plebian commandos left, Jack couldn't count that high...
"Dante, get seymour out of here, we can take these!!" Jack shouted as he
leapt into the fray... quite literally. He landed in front of a line of
men, who had pulled their triggers just before hand, many bullets flew into
Jacks back, but bounced off.
Jacks right leg swung round, as did he, catching one of the men with his
heel, pulling his guts out from the cavity that they should have been in.
The man fell to the ground, quickly followed by three more as Jacks hands
mad light work of their skulls. The remorse that was still missing was
helping him along, he never used to be able to kill like this.
He jumped, and hovered in front of one of them matrix style... "do you feel
lucky?" he said, before kicking him in the chest, sending him flying up to
the castle wall, all of 150 metres away.
"AHHHHHHHH!!" he shouted, powering up ready for his speciality. He swooped
down on top of a gunman, who stupidly was paying more attention to keats,
pulling the Plebe's head from his shoulders, and throwing it at full speed
towards keats, who expertly spun round, ducked and bicycle kicked it into
another guard, pushing the rifle bayonet from the front of the gun up into
the mans face.
There were now 5 men left, Jack, Keats and 3 plebes...
Keats jumped, Jack grabbed his foot and threw him into the air, then jumped
and round-housed a plebes head off. then had some fun dodging bullets...
3 seconds later, Keats fell from the skies, right on top of another plebe,
feet first, squashing him into a fine powder, and blood mist. He then
finished the job, ducking underneath the last mans fire, grabbing the side
arm from his belt, spun round, kicked the guys legs out, and blasting his
brains full of a whole clip of lead... this was a desert eagle... there
wasn't much of his head left...
The two warriors stood in the middle of a battlefield, and high fived,
walking casually towards the wraith/bd crew battle... dosging ammo,
fireballs.. deans head and killing people as they came to it...
Jacks sword was never used... probably because it was still in the swamp...
"damn, my sword!! i'm going back for it!!" he said, turning, but keats
grabbed him
"the bomb'll go off soon!!" he said, pulling jack in front of himself, using
him as a human shield.
"ok, i'll go the other way!!" Jack said, pulling away from Keats' grip, and
blasting his way through the ground to the swamp of Ur'Undies, picking up
his sword and blasting up where the battle was...
He decapitated a wraith... this wraith had an emohawk on its shoulder...
which was split in half... everyone who had their emotions taken suddenly
got them back... Dante flooded back to life, blasting Plebe's and wraiths
with ease, and battle cries of "EAT THAT YA PANSIE!!" and other such comedic
phrasses..
<tag, lets finish the job>
P|-|34R D4 1337|\|355, |\|0 R3411Y P|-|34R 17!!
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