Thread:Johnathon Strider/@comment-26567397-20161120191253/@comment-24852191-20161202230830


 * The man elbows Anabel in the face and shoots bother her and Kit. I come up behind and tackle him. I punch him in the face. He shoots me in the gut and the explosive force of his HE rounds blows me off. My armor's shields strain as they are nearly depleated. The individual laughs as he points the Casull to my head.

Man: What is your name, human?

Me: Johnathon Strider, Captain, UNSC Hansgraf.

Man: Hm, I've never heard of the UNSC.

Me: Go to hell!

Man: I've already been there.


 * I come up with a punch to his hand holding the 454. I pull out my M6D and unload it into his stomach. The .45 caliber rounds do little to persuade him otherwise. He traps my gun and yanks it away. We are locked as I desperately attempt to prevent him from bringing up my Casull and blasting my head off at point blank. He becomes activated and he drops his gun and grabs both of my arms. He shows his fearsome fangs yet again.

Man: A good fight, but your blood is now mine.


 * He bites into my neck. The armor prevents most of it, but the reinforced gel layer prevents him from get to the left side of my neck for the moment. I can feel his teeth burrowing through the gel layer. I quickly grab "Kilishnikov", bring it to bear on the left side of his head, and pull the trigger. His left blood red eye stares at the gun for a second before the booming 63 magnum greets his head with a high explosive slug. The blast blows me back into some rubble as his body falls to the ground. His head impaled against a jagged piece of metal from a nearby house.