Mr.Issimo
New Member
Character: Zacharias d'Arabesque (Zander Besk)
Location: the Saint Antonia
Interacting with: CAGA
He just barely heard the mechanical sound of the robot's motion over his own blood rushing in his ears. It appeared to be moving slowly, almost lazily, with no sense of urgency to its movements. For a moment, Zach managed to be nearly insulted by that.
He saw the tip of its forbidding pistol slide into view, then the joint where it inserted into the robot's body. And once Zach caught the slightest glimpse of its red optic sensor, he overcame his impulse to get away, get away! and lunged forward, pens in hand.
For a moment, he felt suspended in air and suspended in time, just before the chaos of violence came literally crashing down upon him.
Using the momentum of his flight, with his left hand he slammed the butt of his taser into the body of the pistol, hearing the scream and snap of overburdened metal finally caving as the joint collapsed from the impact. The nose of the weapon now pointed forlornly at the floor, stuck in position. With his right hand Zach went for the robot's primary optic sensor, the tip of his blade skittering against the black-red surface, scratching it like a cat abjectly at the window. He had, perhaps fatally, underestimated the strength of the glass.
For, with the understanding settled like a lead weight in his gut, Zach realized that he had rendered himself completely open to counterattack.
Location: the Saint Antonia
Interacting with: CAGA
He just barely heard the mechanical sound of the robot's motion over his own blood rushing in his ears. It appeared to be moving slowly, almost lazily, with no sense of urgency to its movements. For a moment, Zach managed to be nearly insulted by that.
He saw the tip of its forbidding pistol slide into view, then the joint where it inserted into the robot's body. And once Zach caught the slightest glimpse of its red optic sensor, he overcame his impulse to get away, get away! and lunged forward, pens in hand.
For a moment, he felt suspended in air and suspended in time, just before the chaos of violence came literally crashing down upon him.
Using the momentum of his flight, with his left hand he slammed the butt of his taser into the body of the pistol, hearing the scream and snap of overburdened metal finally caving as the joint collapsed from the impact. The nose of the weapon now pointed forlornly at the floor, stuck in position. With his right hand Zach went for the robot's primary optic sensor, the tip of his blade skittering against the black-red surface, scratching it like a cat abjectly at the window. He had, perhaps fatally, underestimated the strength of the glass.
For, with the understanding settled like a lead weight in his gut, Zach realized that he had rendered himself completely open to counterattack.