Post by Lt. Commander Liz Sur'Shess on Jan 30, 2012 19:47:41 GMT -8
"It's not as if I'm a wanted criminal."
She drolly grinned. "I don't think I've had enough to drink to start spouting all our business to a random bartender." Not to mention the fact that she might very well be in quite a lot of trouble if she said something wrong, something she didn't need. It already looked like she'd be late, whether the holodeck automatically cleaned all the blood off her or not. She still had to change into her uniform.
"See you on the bloody side." She couldn't help a grin at that, but her allotted monsters were already coming toward her, their typical lack of subtelty not challenging in the slightest. She really needed to go into their programming and give these fellows some reasoning capability. It would make it more exciting.
One of them, the one carrying a mace, jumped forward, swinging it at her head. She easily ducked, whirling round his right side and dodging his fellow's right hook. The one who'd tried to punch her made a try next, lumbering forward and, unexpectedly, putting on a burst of speed and aiming a strike with his wickedly long knife. She caught it on the hilt of her mek'leth, spinning it away and trying to come in under his guard. It didn't work, as she'd half expected, because the other one, with the mace, came after her.
So, she did the obvious thing. She hit the dirt. The mace landed on the creature's head, and Liz did a somersault, ending up a few paces away from the two of them. The one who'd been hit had crumpled to the ground, his black blood seeping toward her boots, and the other was staring down at him, a rather bemused expression on its face. Then it looked up at her, and a look of pure hate took over.
It darted toward her, raising its mace, and Liz rolled out of the way once more, rolling to her feet and bringing her mek'leth up, mind rifling through her options and discarding them, one by one, before she came up with a solution. It came toward her again, this time aiming for her torso. She caught it on her mek'leth, letting its momentum carry her backwards until she ended up right beside it. She aimed an elbow toward its leathery waist, stomping down hard on its toe while she freed her mek'leth, stabbing towards its stomach.
The foot and elbow did very little damage--in fact, for a moment, she thought her elbow had broken--but the mek'leth did substantially more harm, sinking into its stomach. It roared, pulling away as it lifted its mace once more. Liz saw her opening and darted in, stabbing again into its stomach. It fell, practically on top of her, and she barely managed to throw herself to the side. As it was, her legs got pinned beneath him, and she was sure she felt a bone in her foot snap. Ouch. That was bad.
Just then, there was a roar and, hoping against hope that it was one of Robert's, Liz looked up and saw that the one she'd thought was finished had stumbled to his feet. He looked awful--his head had swelled to about three times its rightful size, and it seemed that the mace had taken off half his scalp and a sizable bit of his face. That was gross. She tried to pull herself out from underneath the creature, sucking in a breath as she felt her foot protest.
Tag: Robert
She drolly grinned. "I don't think I've had enough to drink to start spouting all our business to a random bartender." Not to mention the fact that she might very well be in quite a lot of trouble if she said something wrong, something she didn't need. It already looked like she'd be late, whether the holodeck automatically cleaned all the blood off her or not. She still had to change into her uniform.
"See you on the bloody side." She couldn't help a grin at that, but her allotted monsters were already coming toward her, their typical lack of subtelty not challenging in the slightest. She really needed to go into their programming and give these fellows some reasoning capability. It would make it more exciting.
One of them, the one carrying a mace, jumped forward, swinging it at her head. She easily ducked, whirling round his right side and dodging his fellow's right hook. The one who'd tried to punch her made a try next, lumbering forward and, unexpectedly, putting on a burst of speed and aiming a strike with his wickedly long knife. She caught it on the hilt of her mek'leth, spinning it away and trying to come in under his guard. It didn't work, as she'd half expected, because the other one, with the mace, came after her.
So, she did the obvious thing. She hit the dirt. The mace landed on the creature's head, and Liz did a somersault, ending up a few paces away from the two of them. The one who'd been hit had crumpled to the ground, his black blood seeping toward her boots, and the other was staring down at him, a rather bemused expression on its face. Then it looked up at her, and a look of pure hate took over.
It darted toward her, raising its mace, and Liz rolled out of the way once more, rolling to her feet and bringing her mek'leth up, mind rifling through her options and discarding them, one by one, before she came up with a solution. It came toward her again, this time aiming for her torso. She caught it on her mek'leth, letting its momentum carry her backwards until she ended up right beside it. She aimed an elbow toward its leathery waist, stomping down hard on its toe while she freed her mek'leth, stabbing towards its stomach.
The foot and elbow did very little damage--in fact, for a moment, she thought her elbow had broken--but the mek'leth did substantially more harm, sinking into its stomach. It roared, pulling away as it lifted its mace once more. Liz saw her opening and darted in, stabbing again into its stomach. It fell, practically on top of her, and she barely managed to throw herself to the side. As it was, her legs got pinned beneath him, and she was sure she felt a bone in her foot snap. Ouch. That was bad.
Just then, there was a roar and, hoping against hope that it was one of Robert's, Liz looked up and saw that the one she'd thought was finished had stumbled to his feet. He looked awful--his head had swelled to about three times its rightful size, and it seemed that the mace had taken off half his scalp and a sizable bit of his face. That was gross. She tried to pull herself out from underneath the creature, sucking in a breath as she felt her foot protest.
Tag: Robert