by Toneh on Thu Aug 20, 2009 11:06 pm
Righteous indignation. A clever word to describe the mob as it mounted a rather clumsy and untrained defense. The Captain and her men were ducking for cover, and preparing to return fire, when bullets began bouncing off of their armor. It was one thing to go for the eyes. But those helmets, and the way they tilted their faces down with their arms blocking the cone of fire made it extremely difficult and unlikely a shot would land. They were scrambling away so that an MA round did not smash into their armor and cause their hearts to stop, or even worst pierce a point of the under mesh which was designed to turn back bullets, not MA rounds. Two of the men had pulled back into an ally way next to the Peterson home. But the mob followed them and were surprised to see the two men standing boldly. One had a repeated, the other had the large MA Smart rifle. There was no plan of action, just anger and rage. The kind of combat the ANC specialized in.
The sound of a harsh thumping could be heard coming from the streets. The rounds tore through the bodies of seven people, killing them before they ever hit the ground. Short controlled bursts. This alone sent the remainder scurrying back out into the town, as they fired on the captain’s position. She responded by her two men, and her using her pistol firing into the falling back crowd. This time five more hit the ground. Blood soaking in the dirt of the this little town.
But that MA rifle Ira used was a thing of beauty. As Gabe and Aaron, and this strange new comer with her ancient AK 47 assault rifle laid eyes on him, they would see Ira, Sitting on his good leg, with his rifle on the low laying window sill. Each shot sounded like lighting was striking in the building. That deafening report, it was enough to drive people insane. Ira fired his rifle twice, the people who were cowering in the building next to him jumped in fear, but not at his weapon, more at his words. “THAT’S TWO MORE DOWN BITCH!” He howled. “WANNA TRY ME AGAIN!?” He screamed at the Captain. When she looked the two men in the ally way were both dead. They lay on their backs, theirs heads nothing more then red jelly sloshing around in a mixture of bone and plastic, held together only by their resilient helmets.
Gabe, Aaron and the new girl would see a larger surly man, wearing black armor, come diving in through the back window. He roared violently, and went charging into Ira.
He slammed into Ira, who screamed ‘FUCK!” very loudly. The two immediately began wrestling about on the floor. To his credit Ira fought valiantly, even managing to take the mans gun and hit him with it several times. But Ira was wounded, suffering blood loss, and was heavily medicated. This man was well rested, and well fed, so it came as no surprise when he quickly straddled Ira, Jerked out his Bayonet and brought it down. The glimmering blade was halted as Ira’s forearm shot up and created a barrier against the death blow.
“I’m gonna enjoy gutting you boy!” the man snarled from behind his re-breather. Ira grunted, his face the utter caricature of a vicious rabid animal fully intent on killing this son of a bitch. But that blade was inching closer and closer to Ira’s throat.
"Stay back!" Ira grunted as he gasped for air. "STAY THE FUCK BACK, I WANT THIS SOMBITCH!" He howled till his voice cracked. Ira began struggling, The Man's free hand reached out wrapped around Ira's chest plate, securing his blade's Intended destination.