A Rusty Return

[The Junkyard Cat]

(Sorry for the lag on my response I'm taking care of finals for this week and my little sister was just recently born.)

Seeing the pilot had broken free from his restraints the world around the hunter slowed to a near stop as he was moments away getting punched in the face. His gas mask shooting out a holographic interface in his mask.  Seeing the emergency system activate. "Heart rate accelerated to intense levels as well as adrenaline levels required to perceive and absorb damage about to be received. After contact the mask will be damaged and the interface will shut down till repairs are made. Here are your suggested options as it is impossible to avoid the attack at this rate. Charging rifle for the next encounter priority set the subject to be taken alive Concussion rounds set with accelerated discharge. Goodbye...."

Multiple possible ideas came as the hunter would have to make one choice. Taking a hit to give a hit swinging his open arm with his tethered knife throwing it upwards into his punching arm as it would stab into his elbow upon reaching him. Taking the hit he was sent flying. Landing square on his back with a broken gas mask a bruised face as the mask and his sorcerium armor assisted in limiting the damage.... Seeing the tether pulling along with him as the sound disks were using their pressure to reel in his knife a whole lot faster. Hopefully with the bastard in tow as he pulled out his rifle the charge almost finished as he was taking aim to shoot this guy down. Firing a first shot for the head once he was in sight.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

(That's precious. That's all to good a reason to ignore the forum for a day.)

Raymond was indeed being pulled the guy, but it had nothing to do with the knife currently jammed in his now broken elbow booster nor the sorcerium tether that he was outpacing the draw of.

No, what was instead pulling Raymond toward this man was fury that burned as harshly as the flames of Hell. He hadn't stopped moving when he'd hit the punk in the face. If anything he accelerated, the sight of his bruised face through the broken lenses of the gas mask driving Raymond forward. He looked into the sorcerers eyes as he leveled his rifle, waiting, judging he distance.

He fired, and Raymond watched the shot spin towards him in slow motion. He regretted the no one was filming this. He hadn't had the chance to test it out. Theoretically, yes, his mods had been designed to allow him to do it, but he had planned to test it out tomorrow once he got the basics down today. So this was either going to be the sickest thing he'd ever done in his life or his greatest wipe-out.

He leaned back from his all out charge, leaped slightly, and landed on his knees while firing up the boosters on his hips. The pain from his shot leg is nearly unbearable, but when he leans back and powerslides underneath the shot he can't help but think it's all worth it. He lifts back up and draws back his non-knifed arm, firing the hip boosters in on concentrated burst to bring him to his feet mere inches from the man. As he rises, his working elbow booster flairs and propels his arm upward towards the punk.

"Rising Dragon Punch!"

[The Junkyard Cat]

After firing off the rifle into the direction of this armored soldier to see it missed. The hunter is quick to reload hearing the voice of his partner. "Our friend has the charge ready if you want to switch places...."  The hunter only responded annoyed by the suggestion. "I can handle it..." Reloading his revolver once more as the the soldier approached at high speeds. Throwing his knife down to the ground as it took most of the sorcerium to form a large wall to surround him.

That should show him. He thought as he knew the momentum would be too difficult to pull away from. After a moment after the soldier would force himself to stop. He would step through the wall absorbing it as armor once more and fire his gun off at his limbs intending to disable his armor.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

His uppercut scrapped uselessly up the wall as the punch carried Raymond straight up. As he landed, he brought both arms forward. Out oh his wrist popped his flamethrowers. He let loose a constant stream of fire at point blank range, completely engulfing the shield in a wreath of flames.

Funny thing about metals: they conduct heat really well. If this was magic fire he had no doubt that it would just slide off the sorcerium and do nothing. But this fire was real, it worked by physics, and physics says that heat it absorbed by anything colder than it is.

[The Junkyard Cat]

"Idiot...." The hunter hears as a flash of light engulfs him with the fire. With a metal arm raised as you could see  sound waves pulsing from its palm and three of this hovering disks as it pushed away the fire. Looking at the newcomer you recognize her as a former general to the empire of steel. If memory served correctly she is Annabell Cabanilla, Empress of Sound. A dangerous for indeed as an unexpected weapon comes from her free hand. A pistol you recognize as a Hand cannon.

The dark haired woman smiled as she got a clear view of you through the fire. "So the puppy likes to play with fire... Maybe I can play with you." She gave him a rather voluptuous smile as it seemed her suit seemed to purposely show off her more shapely parts of her figure. Before you could respond she fires her hand cannon at you with explosive rounds.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

Raymond dodges away as he see's her draw, but isn't fast enough. The round scrapes against his armor as he turns, blowing him off to the side and leaving a scorched black mark on his chest plate. As he rolls he loses his heat rifle, it clattering to the ground a few feet beside him.

In few moments he's dragged himself to his feet, wondering what was up with his luck today. He just runs out here and happens upon a pair of traitors? He weight his odds of being able to beat this one to. A general? Well, that didn't mean she was a good fighter. But one of his elbow boosters was busted and he could feel his left boot starting to fill with blood. He could retreat. He should retreat. He was fast enough.

But something about these two rubbed him the wrong way. He'd never liked sorcerers, and he hated the expression on this womans face. So he made the stupid decision, and reached for the compartment on his arm. He pulled out a little vile of some semi-clear, amber colored liquid and inserted it into a slot just below his neck. There was a sharp, quick pain, and then he could feel fire spreading through his veins. The pain in his leg became dull and far away, and his senses became a magnitude sharper and the combat stim Prometheus raced through him. He pointed the flamethrower in his wrist towards the bleeding hole in his leg and sent a small burst of flame into it, sealing the wound with only slight discomfort.

Then he looks back up at her. "What, your little friend doesn't want to play anymore?"

[The Junkyard Cat]

Examining her opponent carefully she could only smile as she watched his heart race. "No he would have probably fought you till one of you knocked the other down and out. However I can't quite allow him to recklessly hurt himself." Slowly walking towards him with a sultry smile with no fear of the weapons you seemed to have. As far as you could tell she was probably watching from afar and got a good sense of what you were capable of.

"Now why don't you 'dance' for me little pup." As the word dance came from her lips shots were fired from a great distance by whom you assumed was the hunter you were just fighting and surprisingly so he seemed quite accurate as he shot in succession with every bullet he used.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

Raymond turns his head to the shots. Them moved slow. Everything moved slowly when you were running on Prometheus. He activates his boosters in quick controlled bursts, each one pushing into the path of one bullet even as he leaves the path of another. It was a declaration, a deliberate insult to the shooter, and with each successful dodge he inched closer and closer to his rifle.

"You had your chance, buddy." he shouts, diving for the gun and swinging it in the direction of the shots. "You weren't up to the task."

He pulls the trigger, but before the gun fires his elbow booster activates and spins him and the barrel toward the General. It was a feign!

[The Junkyard Cat]

Anna watched as you dodged to and fro to your rifle... now she couldn't have that now could she. With the disks surrounding her as the pulsed a strong sound barrier around her. As she circled her opponent taking aim at the rifle the moment he picked it up to fire at his feet. As the shot hit the ground the cannons bomb set for a short timer. Annabell feeling all to secure noticed too late that the rifle had been turned on her.

As the fire shot true only as one last glow of light intercepted the shot. Seeing the young man had returned to take the shot for the used to be general. The sorcerium armor and high grade suit protecting him from the shot. Quickly reacting by shooting the explosive within your vicinity. "Heh looked like you made the same mistake Anna." He said smiling to her as she hit his chest. "Shut up...."  Anna replied embarrassed he had saved her. As they were both here something did seem different about them as play time was finally over.

The hunter rushed in with his gun in hand firing off shots in succession aimed for where you'd move so he could contain your movements. With his knife to the side and ready to swing as the disks around the girl seemed to follow her movements better positioning herself as she raises her robotic arm to fire off audible sound wave shots you hear yet don't see.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

Unable to dodge, Raymond throws up his hands and is struck by the sound, throwing his through the air. There is no way he can fight them two on one, so he twists and aims one flamethrower at the boy as he falls, spraying out a stream of fire.

[The Junkyard Cat]

Approaching quickly the hunter makes a quick stop to throw his knife to the ground. As it impaled the dirt the wall formed in front of him diverting the fire. Reacting quick enough to fire in the direction the soldier should had been blasted in. Anna followed up her attack as a Disk intercepted the man before he would fall and gave a full blast to knock you toward the former general.  Seeing a disk fly to her elbow as she seemed ready to give you an amplified punch. Intending to knock you back and forth between her and the disk waiting to intercept. The third disk ready and hovering to protect the general.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

He feels the shot thud into his chestplate, knocking the air out of him as he's bounced back toward the woman. Copying her, he draws back his own fist and rockets it forward to meet hers.

[The Junkyard Cat]

Anna smiled seeing that he was still prepared to fight still. With holding her stance till he was only moments away she opened her palm and use the force of a smaller sound blast to put her into kneeling position so that he would fly over her if she let him pass. However her devious smile said otherwise as she used the disk now inserted to her elbow to give him an amplified uppercut.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

The impact throws Raymond high into the air, clutching his stomach. There was no way. There was no way he could possibly beat the both at once. He'd had a chance to run and he hadn't taken it, he was stupid. But now, that he had no way to run away, he wasn't going to go silently into the night. He'd have to bet everything on one last attack. He reached over and flipped open his arm compartment, taking out a small yellow ball that smelled vaguely of phosphorous. He took his heat rifle off his back and popped open its fuel compartment, being greeted with the sight of the greenish-grey sludge resting inside. He dropped the little yellow ball inside.

The reaction was instant as the sludge greedily covered the ball, pulling it down into the depths of the fuel tank, before it started to bubble and rapidly expand. Raymond quickly slammed the lid back on and twisted it shut. He pointed the rifle straight down at the two of them, as the air canister opened all the way and sucked in ammunition. He pulled the trigger.

The whole gun began to glow as what looked like a cloud was fired out of it down at the two of them. It wasn't a cloud however. It simply looked that way. What it actually was was steam, as a wave of heat shot down and flash boiled the humidity in its path. Occupationally sparks of red were seen within the cloud, the result of dust and other floating matter being caught in the path of the blast and melted. Even being in the area of where this struck would be the same as standing in the mouth of a volcano.

The last ditch, often suicidal attack of the Sons of Torquemada. Hell's Breath!

(This is me being out of tricks.)