No one guessed. No virtuepie for you! One last chance to take a guess!
And I must apologize for not posting a new chapter sooner. Major writers block, combined with sudden weight of life equals one messed up time just getting settled. Any who, here it is; The long awaited chapter three!
He stood across the platform, his back to me. He's talking to a trio of Dryads, "Trostani" floating over their head in my field of vision.
"DOCTOR, YOUR TIME HAS COME." I say, causing him to spin around. "PREPARE TO DIE ONCE AND FOR ALL." I squeeze the trigger, a blue bolt of energy lancing out and aimed for his head. The platform shifted, a wall of roots rising up and stopping my shot, a scorch mark evident where the bolt impacted the wall. "STAND DOWN. HE IS MINE." Several elves climbed up from below, surrounding me. Each carried a long single handed sword in one hand, a shield in the other. Armor covered them, head to toe. One charged me, only to drop to his knees. My barrel smoked a little as I adjusted my aim and put the next round through his head. Swiveling around, I fired a second round; two out of five dead. The last three attacked all at once, charging from three directions. The first got to me, swinging his blade wide and bouncing it off my helm.
I wheel around, slamming him in the gut with a bone-shattering uppercut. The second slams into me, knocking me to the ground and pounding on my helm, trying to cave my head in. I release the blades in my forearms, running them both through the elves gut. He shuttered, then fell still, collapsing onto me. A blur passes my field of vision, the my head snaps to the left. Last elf kicked me. I shove the body off of me, then stand up. The last elf stands ready, as if prepared for what I would do. He rushes forward, swinging low and wide. The blade bounces off of my grieves, flying through the air and embedding itself in a tree branch five yards away. He ties to punch me, breaking his fist in the process. I grab him by the throat and drag him over to the edge, dropping him once he's hanging entirely over the edge.
I march back to the barrier, picking up my rifle as I approach it. The blades retract, hiding in my arms again. "RED OAK; RESISTANT TO BURNING, VERY DURABLE. SOLUTION; RECONFIGURE RIFLE FOR ENERGY BLADE. FIVE MINUTE TO CUT, THIRTY SECONDS TO BREAK DOWN."
After cutting a hole large enough to fit through, I find myself on the other side, another elf standing before me. She stood with roots wrapped around her, acting as a throne of sorts. Her white gown flowed over an apparently lithe body, thin and thick in the right places.
"WHERE IS THE DOCTOR?" I ask.
"The doctor?" She replies, her voice soft as the whispering wind. "What is your quarrel with that man?"
"HE IS NO MAN." I answer back. "HE IS TIMELORD." She gives me a blank look, confusion clouding her eyes. "IF YOU DO NOT KNOW WHERE HE IS, THEN I AM FORCED TO KILL YOU AS WELL." I lift my rifle, aiming for her heart, set on pulling the trigger when she stands fully upright. "YOU FACE DEATH WITH DIGNITY."
"Of course." Is all she says. I aim again, ready to pull the trigger, only to find I cannot. I turn and launch the wire into the upper reaches of the tree.
"COUNT YOURSELF LUCKY." I shout as I swing away.
Oh god! He didn't, No COULDN'T kill her! Why? What and find out. Oh, guess who she is and you get a Virtuepie and slap on the back! YEAHYEAHYEAHYEAHYEAHYEAHYEAHYEAHYEAHYEAHYEAHYEAHYE AHYEAH!