Re: The Adbot's Revenge!
(Tuski, you can probably ignore this post without any problems.)
The queen, for her part, decided descression was the better part of not being gutted by a demon in human form and edged toward the door. The button took a few moments to find amongst the various readouts, and bits of piping, and things that Grave just plain couldn’t make sense of. Once it was found, though, its purpose was quite clear, being labelled ‘activate’ as it was.
The fighting seemed all but complete; the wraith no longer seemed to be attacking and almost no-one was firing. If Host wasn’t so worried about the offline node, he’d probably have the presence of mind to realise that that was a bad thing. At the moment, though, the fight was going well.
Krell moved from around the corner and fired off a couple of rounds into the wraith on the other side of the trench. His shots struck home and a wraith dropped, while theirs glanced off the wall of the trench he’d darted behind after firing.
“I hate wraith. No bloody challenge… I could take them all with my bare hands!”
“Oh?” said Zorori next to him. “Self imposed challenge, unarmed only. Bet an SWA I down more.” Krell answered in the non-verbal manner of charging headlong at the group of wraith at the other side. If he had talked, he’d’ve probably said What kind of douche changes ‘fifty bucks’ to ‘Standard Wager Agreement’!? Even if you abbreviate it it’s still fucking longer to say!
Zorori was not to be outdone, and in moments both were charging down the short length of the trench towards the smallish enemy group, suited up but otherwise unarmed. With a roar, Krell leapt bodily onto one of the wraith, who, to its credit, remained standing and tried to swat the Lurker off. Zorori, on the other hand, clotheslined the wraith he’d charged at, K.O.ing the wraith on the first hit and putting him in the lead.
The wraith Krell pounced on finally fell under the combined weight of the Lurker and the blunt trauma from the metal claws to the head (which was most of it, those suits aren’t actually all that heavy). There was a *clang* near Krell. He turned and found a wraith with silver knife drawn. He looked down, and found a slight dent in his armour under the arm. One would almost think the cameras that made up the ‘eyes’ of Krell's suit narrowed into a glare, before Krell headbutted the wraith in front of him. The wraith wasn't quite out of it yet, and tried to get up, but was stopped when Krell crushed his chest with a large metal foot.
Meanwhile, Zorori was shoved from behind and fell to the ground, rolling immediately to dodge the (admittedly not all that dangerous) knife that came down where he had been. Now on his back, Zorori looked to the wraith that had pushed him over, and found him beginning to move over his prone form. More specifically, he was in the middle of stepping over Zorori’s suit’s feet when the Lurker said aloud, “I take no pleasure in doing this, even to one such as you.” The wraith paused, confusion evident in its expression.
The Lurker’s metal, sharp, jagged, taloned, metal foot shot up. Zorori winced... though not even close to as much so as the unfortunate wraith.
“Three!” Zorori lied as he stood.
“Eight!” Replied Krell as he grabbed his third victim.
“Bullshit!” remarked Zorori as he bodily charged into a wraith, crushing him between suit and wall.
“Up yours.”
“Tosser!”
“Arsehat!”
“Catch!”
What kind of a- thought Krell, before being struck bodily by a tossed wraith. He gave a heartfelt cry of “Bastard!” and stuck his suit’s claws through the wraith’s neck. “That counts as mine!”
“Like hell it does!”
In a whole ‘nother area of the trenches is what might be the only Lurker without a suit. It also lacked flesh, but there were a number of other Lurkers who could claim the same thing. And, because of its actions today, there were a few more. It was kneeling over the last such Lurker to be made undead, coaxing it back into existence. When it was suitably assured that the Lurker wouldn’t just collapse on itself, it got up and extended its senses, looking for a distinctive infernal one, and found him in the one of the bunkers. Host hadn’t been responding over radio for awhile, and the cloaked skeleton needed orders. It took off for the bunker as fast as its physics-defying anatomy would allow it.
