One - The Meeting
"And what did you say then?"
"I said…" She looked at the target through her scope, focusing on the head. "Biiiiiiiiiiiiitch," Her finger punched the trigger, a bullet lodged between his eyes. "Yes, bitch! Yes!" She pumped her fists in the air. She sat back on her haunches with a shit-eating smirk. Her eyes traveled over to her friend who was still looking through the scope of her own sniper.
Her friend scoffed, squinting into the scope. Then she sighed and gave her friend a nasty look. "You really said that? You stole my kill by the way."
"Totally did!" She raised a fist to the night sky with a wide grin.
"Marabell! Watch out!" Her friend yelled right before a bullet sailed into her friend's raised hand.
"Motherfucking FUCKER!" Marabell shrieked, jumping up from their hiding spot, cradling her hand. "Who did that?!"
The man across the arena looked from his sniper scope at the deranged Warlock who was screaming into the night. He shook his head, aiming for her head. Warlocks, he sneered mentally.
"Come on! Come out, you little moth-"He shot a bullet into her leg, just for kicks. "AH!" She screamed dramatically, falling to one knee. She waved her hand cannon around wildly, until she spotted the glowing sniper in the scope of her gun. "I see you!"
She aimed her hand cannon, and shot at the man holding the sniper. He yelled when it lodged into his shoulder, dropping his sniper and sliding out of her view point. Marabell snarled. "That's what I thought, bitch! Come at me!"
"Bell, get down!"
"Not now, Florence!" She cocked the gun sideways like in the movies, and in a heavy Irish accent she yelled, "Now c'mon out 'er laddie,"
"At least let me get the bullets out so you can heal!" Florence whispered urgently. Marabell ripped out the two bullets with her free hand, tossing the bloodied metal to her friend who yelped, catching them in gloved hands. "We don't even know where his other teammate is!"
"Oh, I've been keeping an eye on that fucker, he's over there!" She yelled, and pointed to where the other man was stationed, waiting for the right time to take them out. Florence furrowed her eyebrows as Marabell hopped down from where they were stationed at the Widow's Court, readying her gun.
"Then why hasn't he shot us? You gave away my position too!" Florence's voice crackled into her ear piece, and Marabell could hear her readying her sniper. "I've got eyes on you, Bell."
Marabell crept closer to where the man who had shot her was, watching her scanner. "My guess?" She let out a breath, crouching behind a stone wall. Her scanner pulsed red. "This little motherfucker over here is telling him to hold off until we've separated."
Florence hummed softly, before growling. "But we have!"
"I know." Marabell laughed quietly but wickedly as she heard a sniper round pierce the night sky, and Tess' shriek. "You sacrificed me!" Marabell watched as Bravo's pointed went up by 110.
"Necessary evil, I say." She breathed under her breath, aiming her hand cannon at the man perched on the cobble archway across the arena. No doubt he'd already be looking for her. Florence spit out cuss words as her Ghost revived her, and Marabell mumbled cuss words back to her distractedly. She had a clear view, and was out of view from the other sniper. She unstrapped her own sniper from her back and loaded at quickly, and aimed at the man who had shot her. Horrible sniper, she told herself. He's a horrible sniper.
Then, he looked at her with his own sniper.
"Motherfucker," She hissed and pulled to trigger the same time he did. There was silence, and the two snipers both fell back, bullets finding their marks on each other's heads. Bravo nearing victory!
There was a snicker across the comms, "So you both took each other out?" Florence said.
"Good sniper. He's a good sniper." Marabell muttered disdainfully as she was revived next to her friend, rubbing her helmet. "I have a headache. New plan. We split up."
Tess didn't ask, just gave a cackle and slinked away from a grumpy Marabell. The two Warlocks went separate ways, intent on finding the two males. "We have three more minutes left in this match, and they're up by 160 points."
"Whatever. I can take these fuckers out. Let's bet that Titan is in the same place, look there. I think I know where that motherfucking Hunter spawned." Marabell growled, and switched off her comm piece.
It was quiet as the Warlock rounded multiple corners, sticking out her hand and waving it around before fully turning the corner. Traveler knows that man loves to shoot her hands. She crossed a puddle of murky water, and then she stopped.
She started jumping up and down in the muddy water, water splaying on the dead grass. She had a childish grin on underneath her helmet, and started to moonwalk. She stuck out her arms, and waved them around. It reminded her of when she first woke up, in a sopping puddle on Venus
"What are you doing?" Came an incredulous voice.
She twirled, her blue tunic flaring out. "Why, I am dancing." She stopped, looking to see who was behind her, because it was not Florence. The safety of a gun clicked off, and it was not her own.
"MOTHERFUCKER! ITS YOU!" She screeched upon seeing that it was the man who shot her hand. Her gun was quickly pointed as his own raised one. "Well, this isn't very nice, now, is it?" She impishly said.
Motherfucker sighed. "I really don't get you."
"You don't need to, it's crucible. Why haven't we killed each other yet?" She inquired; jerking her head around, an insane tone tinged her voice. Motherfucker didn't move an inch for a moment and it was silent. Marabell sighed, and jerked the safety off her hand cannon before shooting his hand. She cackled wildly when he dropped his scout rifle and held his bloody hand.
"What the bloody hell?" He growled and she kicked the rifle away and holstered her own hand cannon with a dramatic sigh, whispering to the cloudy sky before looking down to him again. She took a step towards him, water spilled over her boots, and mud covered the bottom of her dress.
"It is quite bloody," She gestured to his bleeding hand and the round that was lodged in it. "I'd get that out if I were you."
It was quiet for a moment, before she lunged at him with no weapons, only her gloved hands as crackling arc energy gathered at her fingertips. He made a strangled sound in the back of his throat as he ripped out the bullet and tossed it in the grass before looking up to see the mad woman in his face. She was screaming at the top of her lunges as she tackled him to the ground, and attacked him with a bolt of her arc energy.
Motherfucker yelled out as electricity bolted through his body, his brain felt shorted out for a few seconds before he lodged his throwing knife into her shoulder. Marabell hissed and leapt away from him.
"Motherfucker," She growled, yanking the metal knife out of her weeping shoulder, blood darkened her dress. "You got blood on my dress, you little-"She threw the knife on the ground. "Where'd you go?"
It was quite, and Motherfucker wasn't anywhere to be seen.
Her eyes widened when she realized the scout rifle she had kicked away from him was gone, its imprint was still in the grass.
"Fuck." She whispered, whirling around. In front of her was the warped near-invisible impression of Motherfucker. He lapsed back into sight, and his Dead Orbit issued rifle was pressed to her helmet. Her hands curled into fists. There was a reason she hated Hunters. This was it. So sneaky and deceiving.
"I know you want to." He quipped and Marabell growled, and stomped on his foot, rolling around him and kicking his feet out from underneath him. Motherfucker stumbled, almost falling, but catching himself in time to see Marabell stupidly sprinting away from him.
Her booted feet fell heavy as she ran for her life, panting dramatically. A bullet whizzed past her ear, and she screeched, dropping onto her stomach. She rolled under a shielded area quickly without any damages. She activated her communication again.
"You didn't take the damn sniper out!?" She growled, checking her magazine on her gun. Loaded.
There was the faint sound of clicking a magazine into place as Tess replied. "Calm yo' self. " She said with her twangy accent.
Marabell stuttered. "H-Have you missed him twice; you're reloading your sniper! And I thought Motherfucker was a bad shot…" Marabell trailed off, grumbling profane words, before adding: "Take him out!" She switched off the comms, hearing shots being fired, meaning the sniper was distracted. At the moment, Motherfucker wasn't on her mind, and he wasn't showing on her scanners. She stuck out her hand around the corner, waving it spastically.
"Come and get me, Motherfucker," She mumbled, sticking out her other hand and waving it around, trying to lure him out.
There was a faint, barely audible click, and the sound of a trigger being pulled. Her scanner beeped, showing he was crouching a ways away. Her bullet sailed through where her hand had been before and she slid out from her hiding spot behind a broken sign. Marabell heard punches being thrown behind her, and the flare of solar energy. She pushed rounds nosily into her Hakke shotgun, and stretching her neck out. The flare from Motherfucker's sniper rifle was blinding, and she pulled back.
Marabell charged him, jumping into the air, gliding through the air like an old ballerina dancer, and landing behind him, stumbling. "Never can get that right," She muttered disdainfully, aiming her shotgun at his exposed back.
Marabell probably would have made the shot, if Florence hadn't of rammed into her, knocking them both through the crumbling stone wall. She was screaming loudly, panting, and shaking her legs out. There was a large bullet hold in the folds of her robs, Marabell saw, as her friend scrambled over her, taking off through the remnants of the old cathedral.
She must have drank more energy drinks before this match, Marabell decided fleetingly before another throwing knife lodged itself into the skin of her stomach. Blood darkened her blue robes, and she coughed in surprise as Motherfucker stood above her, hand cannon poised at her head. She rose her hand up, and he shot it.
Growling, she jerked her knee up, connecting with his crotch. He fell on top of her, hand cannon dropping.
Her shotgun was the only thing keeping hit chest from hitting hers. If he could see her face, he'd snarl at her triumphant smirk.
"Fuck."
The bullet left a gaping hole in his ribcage, and she shoved him limp body off hers, and stood. She bowed to him Ghost, who was floating around above his Guardian's body, and sprinted after Florence.