~Blackdawn-70631: Well, here is our next chapter. Though, chapters 12 to the ending chapter might take some time get up. hee hee We got writers block. Sorry~
Rupture in the City
Chapter 9
Armor stopped climbing as she saw the three misfits run out of the ooman dwelling. ~Cjit prontat!~ She thought, couldn't you at least have done THIS right?? All he had to do was keep them in the dwelling so they couldn't scatter and escape before she took care of them!
Jumping down, with a loud roar challenging the female. The female though appeared to have taken no apparent notice of the challenge she presented. This enraged Armor to no end. How DARE this creature ignore her challenge as if she were some youngling??
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"Keep going smurf!" Michael said to Jack as the little man began to slow down.
"Shut up Michael! I can't keep this kind of pace!"
"You're so weak!" Michael scoffed.
"Hey! You might be stronger Michael, but I have superior intellect!" Jack said, just before he tripped over a hose.
They paused as Jack detangled himself. Joe scowling at him, " A trained monkey would have more intellect Jack!"
By instinct, Joe dodged to one side, knocking Michael off balance as she did so. They both barely escaped being hit by a disk of metal. Joe watched the disk cut though a light pole like it was nothing at all, then return to the person who threw it.
Raged boiled inside her. It was the psycho woman again! What if her stupid thing had hit Michael! That disk could have killed them both!
The woman roared something in its deformed language. She did not know what the woman said, nor did she care. She had tried to hurt them for the LAST time!
The pent up stress and anger from these constant attacks on them surfaced, giving her a cold gaze that stabbed in silent challenge at the woman.
"Jack, Michael, keep going." She said, cold with a need to punch the damn woman's face in for that last stunt!
"Are you CRAZY!?" Jack demanded. "You're gonna go against that hell spawn alone?"
"No way Joe!" Michael protested.
"Get GOING!" She yelled at them.
Jack grabbed Michael's arm and began pulling at the reluctant large alien arm. "You heard her, she won't listen in this mood! We gotta go!"
Michael watched Joe tense up and walk to where the waiting woman stood at ready. Jack looked nervous," See the look in their eyes?? You NEVER mess with women with that look in their eyes! They're ready to fight to kill!"
The reluctant yautja turned to go with Jack, hoping Joe would be okay. They barely made it to the street when warriors that looked a lot like him blocked their way!
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Joe gave the smirking woman a murderous glare. Regardless of the seething rage she felt inside, this scenario seemed vaguely familiar. Her mind flashed briefly to the fight where she got her scar, but images were still to blurred and faint to make sense of. She shoved these thoughts out of her mind. What ever the reason this woman was so damned determined to fight, She was going to get her wish!
They ran at each other at the same time, ready to fight one another to the finish...
~~More later...if we feel like it! Mwa ha ha!~~
Rupture in the City
Chapter 9
Armor stopped climbing as she saw the three misfits run out of the ooman dwelling. ~Cjit prontat!~ She thought, couldn't you at least have done THIS right?? All he had to do was keep them in the dwelling so they couldn't scatter and escape before she took care of them!
Jumping down, with a loud roar challenging the female. The female though appeared to have taken no apparent notice of the challenge she presented. This enraged Armor to no end. How DARE this creature ignore her challenge as if she were some youngling??
~~~~~~~
"Keep going smurf!" Michael said to Jack as the little man began to slow down.
"Shut up Michael! I can't keep this kind of pace!"
"You're so weak!" Michael scoffed.
"Hey! You might be stronger Michael, but I have superior intellect!" Jack said, just before he tripped over a hose.
They paused as Jack detangled himself. Joe scowling at him, " A trained monkey would have more intellect Jack!"
By instinct, Joe dodged to one side, knocking Michael off balance as she did so. They both barely escaped being hit by a disk of metal. Joe watched the disk cut though a light pole like it was nothing at all, then return to the person who threw it.
Raged boiled inside her. It was the psycho woman again! What if her stupid thing had hit Michael! That disk could have killed them both!
The woman roared something in its deformed language. She did not know what the woman said, nor did she care. She had tried to hurt them for the LAST time!
The pent up stress and anger from these constant attacks on them surfaced, giving her a cold gaze that stabbed in silent challenge at the woman.
"Jack, Michael, keep going." She said, cold with a need to punch the damn woman's face in for that last stunt!
"Are you CRAZY!?" Jack demanded. "You're gonna go against that hell spawn alone?"
"No way Joe!" Michael protested.
"Get GOING!" She yelled at them.
Jack grabbed Michael's arm and began pulling at the reluctant large alien arm. "You heard her, she won't listen in this mood! We gotta go!"
Michael watched Joe tense up and walk to where the waiting woman stood at ready. Jack looked nervous," See the look in their eyes?? You NEVER mess with women with that look in their eyes! They're ready to fight to kill!"
The reluctant yautja turned to go with Jack, hoping Joe would be okay. They barely made it to the street when warriors that looked a lot like him blocked their way!
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Joe gave the smirking woman a murderous glare. Regardless of the seething rage she felt inside, this scenario seemed vaguely familiar. Her mind flashed briefly to the fight where she got her scar, but images were still to blurred and faint to make sense of. She shoved these thoughts out of her mind. What ever the reason this woman was so damned determined to fight, She was going to get her wish!
They ran at each other at the same time, ready to fight one another to the finish...
~~More later...if we feel like it! Mwa ha ha!~~
