Broken Spirit, Broken Teams

Disclaimer: I do not own Unreal Tournament

A lone human's head flew off…

Spark put a hole in HeadHunter's skull

In Gerard's HUD display he checked Spark's stats… 71 kills with the sniper rifle this match! Add that with 12 Redeemer kills and no deaths and you could tell the freaking robot that pinned them down was a ranged specialist.

Gerard's team, the Desert Eagles thought that a match between a new team, the Blood Hunters would be easy. Were they wrong about that, it was 2-0 in favor of the Hunters and the clock was ticking down on Face Classic. A Gen mo'kia warrior on his team tried to run over to him before getting cut down by another sniper round.

"Team! Get ready for them to attack, they'll try to get our flag soon, I bet!"

His prophecy turned true as another soldier of his yelled "Under heavy attack!"

"Blue flag taken,"

Gerard honestly didn't know what to do, either stay here and let them win, or try to get the flag back, he waited, then, "Team! Charge!"

………

Spark looked through the scope of his rifle, the meat bag blue team was attempting to regain their flag from team leader Arrakis.

That wasn't going to happenon his watch.

He looked for a target, found a Gen mo'kia with a rocket launcher and fired. The alien's arm flew off, Spark was surprised, that was rather sloppy of him, he fired another round putting the alien out of its misery. The next target was a man with metallic spikes sticking out of the top of his skull, the was constantly holding his ear as though listening for orders, one round was sufficient enough to know he wouldn't be chiming in for a long time, then a man with dread locks was killed, then he aimed at the last man…

………

Gerard was weeping, he fired a link gun blindly, he was going to die and his team would loose, he knew that, but he wasn't weeping because they were going to loose, but because his entire team was slaughtered by one machine, ruthlessly efficient, he heard something like wet meat falling to the ground, he looked down, a fist size hole was punched into his chest, he screamed curses at the red tower before collapsing to the ground.

Arrakis turned, saw the entire blue team destroyed and chimed in, his strong Russian accent carried through "Good work Spark, I'm coming in"

"Red Flag Captured"

"Congratulations… You are the winner!"

The map disintegrated around them, the two teams said their congratulations, then made their way through separate doors to go to the bunks that they called home.

………

Gerard watched the match replay… Then again, and again, and again… The robot was good, perhaps he could… No, they wouldn't… Hmmm, Gerard made his way to the information center to send a message to the Blood Hunters.

…

"A Bloodrites Challenge! For Spark!" Arrakis yelled in the team's living area.

"Relax, it's not like they're holding your mom hostage," Aroura, a mercenary formerly working for SuperNova said.

"Yeah, but what if we loose! Then what?"

"We won't" Aroura whispered in his ear.

Later that day Arrakis told Spark some very specific orders, they were to be completed before the challenge.

Arrakis smirked, if the Desert Eagles thought Spark was going to hang back during the close quarters death match, they were in for a big surprise.