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The Drago-Kazov were almost upon them.
Tyr paced up and down in front of the hut. He tilted his head when he heard the door open a little. "Go back inside."
"I can fight," Serena said stubbornly, her skirt flapping in the wind.
Without looking in her direction Tyr lifted his charged weapon at her face. "Go, or I'll kill you myself," he said.
Serena hesitated, and with a deep scowl went back inside.
Tyr resumed his pacing. Above him Harper lay on the roof of the hut, a sniper rifle in his hands and a stack of others beside him. He charged it and a blue light came on, a small dot in the sand.
Finally, they came. Tyr could see them in the distance, thirty of them, riding on what Tyr knew as Umas and to what Harper could only describe as pretty speedy camels.
Tyr slowly lifted his gauss gun and fired. Flashes of red light erupted out of his gun and streaked across the darkness. Through the scope Harper could see that Tyr had aimed perfectly.three riders went down. Tyr snorted in satisfaction. The riders began to scatter. Tyr squeezed off a few more shots before he was in the rider's fire range. Through his Neitzschean eyes he could see that the Drago-Kazov aimed their weapons. Tyr smiled.
The desert underneath the riders exploded. With a shout many of them went down. "Plasma mines!" someone shouted. Now that he had a better look at them Tyr could see that they wore grey cloaks and hoods, disguising their features. All of them had the insignia of the Drago-Kazov. Some of them had recovered their senses long enough to fire their weapons. Tyr stood impassive, even when one flew so close to his cheek that the flesh burned.
Above Tyr Harper aimed his sniper gun through the scoop and fired. Blue bolts hit the Drago-Kazov and they fell burning.
Below Tyr threw down his gun. He was out of ammo, but that was perfectly all right. In fact Tyr was relishing that moment. He reached upwards into his sleeves, and withdrew two long blades. More then half had evaded the plasma mines, and a clicking sound told him why-the plasma mines were so old that they were broken.
By now a rider had jumped off his Uma and attacked. He moved fast, lashing out at Tyr with his boot. Tyr blocked sideways and kicked down hard on the man's leg. The man howled in pain. Swiftly Tyr grabbed his head and twisted. Someone kicked Tyr in the back. Tyr whirled around and dodged, just in time to avoid bone blades. Another came at him. Tyr kicked the boy in the chest and he drew back. A third tried to rush him but he fell backwards in a explosion of blue sparks. As the first came within his reach Tyr turned his wrist slightly, and drove his bone blades upwards through a Drago-Kazov's jaw right into his brain. The Drago-Kazov died instantly. Tyr detached the corpse with a small smile.
Few could really understand or appreciate a battle. Most people assumed that Neitzscheans only fought for survival. They were wrong. It was in these moments, this moment, that Tyr was the most alive.
Another Drago-Kazov lunged at him. He dodged and flipped the Drago-Kazov to the ground, but not before one Drago-Kazov got a bone blade through Tyr's rib. Blood dribbled down his abs. Tyr punched the Drago-Kazov at the head, and as he fell Tyr picked him again in the head, this time breaking his neck. With a snarl Tyr took off his chain-mail shirt and threw it to the ground. Five riders approached but Harper managed to snipe them all.
As Tyr surveyed the area a small smile touched his lips. They were winning.
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They were losing.
The Commander of the Neitzschean attack watched through his binoculars with a frown. How was that possible? How could a SINGLE Drago- Kazov fall to Anasazi!? Most of them didn't even reach Tyr before they fell....at first the Commander couldn't understand. Then his eyes narrowed when he saw a brief flash of blue light. A view from his binoculars told him the truth.
"A human watching Tyr's back," he muttered. "Why am I not surprised?" He turned, his black leather cape flapping in the wind. Angrily he gripped the shoulder of his sniper. "Destroy the Kludge!" he shouted.
The sniper nodded and aimed his gun at the roof of the hut. "Avoid this, human," he snarled, and squeezed the trigger.
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Harper couldn't have said that he didn't see it coming.
One moment everything was fine and dandy, the fight was mostly one-sided now (and guess who's side!) More then half of the Drago-Kazov had fallen to team Harper when suddenly Harper saw a small bolt of golden light from the other side of the playing field. As Harper watched the bolt was coming closer.and straight for him. Harper swore and reached for his gun. The only way to stop a sniper detonation was to shoot it out in mid-air. Since he had spotted it right away, he might have a chance. As his fingers closed around the gun his hand froze. Try as he might he couldn't move his fingers. Calmly he set the gun down again.
The comm next to him sparked to life. "Boy, wake up!!! They're ten coming towards me! The plasma mines aren't working! Shoot them!"
But Harper didn't reply. He couldn't.
"*DO IT! DO IT NOW*!"
The shot coming straight for him reflected in his blue eyes briefly.
"HARRRPPPEEERR!" Tyr bellowed, blood spilling down his bare chest.
But Harper didn't even hear him. The shot impacted and his world exploded in bright light. The roof collapsed under him and he smashed into the table. Oddly enough, the table didn't break as Harper bounced off and hit the floor. Straw and wood buried him. Blood was gathering under his back.
'Yesh, Neitzschean furniture,' Harper thought sarcastically. It always seemed important to him that he should go out with at least a few broken chairs.
TBC
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The Drago-Kazov were almost upon them.
Tyr paced up and down in front of the hut. He tilted his head when he heard the door open a little. "Go back inside."
"I can fight," Serena said stubbornly, her skirt flapping in the wind.
Without looking in her direction Tyr lifted his charged weapon at her face. "Go, or I'll kill you myself," he said.
Serena hesitated, and with a deep scowl went back inside.
Tyr resumed his pacing. Above him Harper lay on the roof of the hut, a sniper rifle in his hands and a stack of others beside him. He charged it and a blue light came on, a small dot in the sand.
Finally, they came. Tyr could see them in the distance, thirty of them, riding on what Tyr knew as Umas and to what Harper could only describe as pretty speedy camels.
Tyr slowly lifted his gauss gun and fired. Flashes of red light erupted out of his gun and streaked across the darkness. Through the scope Harper could see that Tyr had aimed perfectly.three riders went down. Tyr snorted in satisfaction. The riders began to scatter. Tyr squeezed off a few more shots before he was in the rider's fire range. Through his Neitzschean eyes he could see that the Drago-Kazov aimed their weapons. Tyr smiled.
The desert underneath the riders exploded. With a shout many of them went down. "Plasma mines!" someone shouted. Now that he had a better look at them Tyr could see that they wore grey cloaks and hoods, disguising their features. All of them had the insignia of the Drago-Kazov. Some of them had recovered their senses long enough to fire their weapons. Tyr stood impassive, even when one flew so close to his cheek that the flesh burned.
Above Tyr Harper aimed his sniper gun through the scoop and fired. Blue bolts hit the Drago-Kazov and they fell burning.
Below Tyr threw down his gun. He was out of ammo, but that was perfectly all right. In fact Tyr was relishing that moment. He reached upwards into his sleeves, and withdrew two long blades. More then half had evaded the plasma mines, and a clicking sound told him why-the plasma mines were so old that they were broken.
By now a rider had jumped off his Uma and attacked. He moved fast, lashing out at Tyr with his boot. Tyr blocked sideways and kicked down hard on the man's leg. The man howled in pain. Swiftly Tyr grabbed his head and twisted. Someone kicked Tyr in the back. Tyr whirled around and dodged, just in time to avoid bone blades. Another came at him. Tyr kicked the boy in the chest and he drew back. A third tried to rush him but he fell backwards in a explosion of blue sparks. As the first came within his reach Tyr turned his wrist slightly, and drove his bone blades upwards through a Drago-Kazov's jaw right into his brain. The Drago-Kazov died instantly. Tyr detached the corpse with a small smile.
Few could really understand or appreciate a battle. Most people assumed that Neitzscheans only fought for survival. They were wrong. It was in these moments, this moment, that Tyr was the most alive.
Another Drago-Kazov lunged at him. He dodged and flipped the Drago-Kazov to the ground, but not before one Drago-Kazov got a bone blade through Tyr's rib. Blood dribbled down his abs. Tyr punched the Drago-Kazov at the head, and as he fell Tyr picked him again in the head, this time breaking his neck. With a snarl Tyr took off his chain-mail shirt and threw it to the ground. Five riders approached but Harper managed to snipe them all.
As Tyr surveyed the area a small smile touched his lips. They were winning.
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They were losing.
The Commander of the Neitzschean attack watched through his binoculars with a frown. How was that possible? How could a SINGLE Drago- Kazov fall to Anasazi!? Most of them didn't even reach Tyr before they fell....at first the Commander couldn't understand. Then his eyes narrowed when he saw a brief flash of blue light. A view from his binoculars told him the truth.
"A human watching Tyr's back," he muttered. "Why am I not surprised?" He turned, his black leather cape flapping in the wind. Angrily he gripped the shoulder of his sniper. "Destroy the Kludge!" he shouted.
The sniper nodded and aimed his gun at the roof of the hut. "Avoid this, human," he snarled, and squeezed the trigger.
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Harper couldn't have said that he didn't see it coming.
One moment everything was fine and dandy, the fight was mostly one-sided now (and guess who's side!) More then half of the Drago-Kazov had fallen to team Harper when suddenly Harper saw a small bolt of golden light from the other side of the playing field. As Harper watched the bolt was coming closer.and straight for him. Harper swore and reached for his gun. The only way to stop a sniper detonation was to shoot it out in mid-air. Since he had spotted it right away, he might have a chance. As his fingers closed around the gun his hand froze. Try as he might he couldn't move his fingers. Calmly he set the gun down again.
The comm next to him sparked to life. "Boy, wake up!!! They're ten coming towards me! The plasma mines aren't working! Shoot them!"
But Harper didn't reply. He couldn't.
"*DO IT! DO IT NOW*!"
The shot coming straight for him reflected in his blue eyes briefly.
"HARRRPPPEEERR!" Tyr bellowed, blood spilling down his bare chest.
But Harper didn't even hear him. The shot impacted and his world exploded in bright light. The roof collapsed under him and he smashed into the table. Oddly enough, the table didn't break as Harper bounced off and hit the floor. Straw and wood buried him. Blood was gathering under his back.
'Yesh, Neitzschean furniture,' Harper thought sarcastically. It always seemed important to him that he should go out with at least a few broken chairs.
TBC
