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Sentry Vs Vincent; ROUND TWO!
Topic Started: Mar 25 2009, 01:29 PM (44 Views)
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Vincent lowered his stance, felt his legs buckle and then fell to his knees. He grunted loudly as face met rocky soil. Grumbling he got back to his feet. He had borrowed a copy of a martial arts book from an old man in town. Hopefully it would teach him some manner of self defense. At least he wouldn't have to rely on the destructive power of flame as much. He re entered the uncomfortable 'horse' stance and began throwing punches. They were clumsy and obviously inaccurate. He couldn't put his heart into them like he wanted to.

He swore loudly and plopped back onto the ground. He breathed heavily before getting back up to his feet to try again. The sky around him was dimming. Probably about eight o'clock he gathered. He wanted to continue a bit more before he rested and went back to town to eat. So he got slowly up to his feet. Thats when he heard the sound. It wasn't very loud, but it was deliberate and sounded like footsteps. His ears pricked up as he glanced around.

A pair of black boots approached from the corner of his eye. He spun to answer them. Three Shin-ra Sentry stood before him, guns drawn and leveled on Vincent. Vincent's crimson eyes leveled on the weapons and then moved up to the men. He noticed the heartless expressions on their faces. He knew he couldn't convince them to turn away but he had to try. Its just that I don't know what to say. He thought to himself. He spoke anyway. "Listen, guys, I don't want to fight you."

One of them laughed through his gas mask. "Good, makes it easier for us then." He took a step forward. Vincent on the other hand took one step back. "I don't want to fight you, please don't make me injure you." The other two were laughing now, Vincent's heart sank, they obviously didn't care to negotiate. He really didn't want to hurt them, they seemed like smart men, after all, getting into the ranks of Sentry was rather difficult. But he felt that if he were to continue living the way he wanted he'd have to fight them off.

The euphoric rush of fire energy rushed down his arms and into his hands. He delayed the ignition for just a moment and dashed forward. They more than likely knew he could used ranged fireballs by now, but he doubted they knew of his new power. Taking a surprised step back they trained their guns, unprepared to open fire so quickly. He caught one in the gut with a fist of flame, the punch was weak, but his fire augmented the injury. "Sorry!" He shouted before rolling past them. The injured man reeled and then aimed his weapon.

A hail of bullets followed him as he ran to the right. Calling on his powers he conjured a fireball and tossed it at a large bush next to him. Then, rolling behind it he concentrated and turned it into a wall. The bullets mostly melted on impact, but one stray bolt made it through and grazed his shoulder. Vincent cried out in pain as the blood streamed down his arm. He took a breath to calm himself. He felt angry, but not angry enough to do undue harm. He conjured two fireballs in his hands and rolled out of the wall.

They glanced down at him and he tossed the two softball sized flames at their weapons. The guns burned and melted slightly on impact. Angrily they dropped the weapons and reached for their hand-guns. The last man with an assault rifle pivoted and took aim. Vincent took a breath and stepped back into the fire. He conjured a large fireball, about the size of a basket ball. Listening carefully to their footsteps he waited till they were close enough, then he rolled out and tossed the large one at the group. He kept running until he had some distance.

Their weapons now useless but their armor protecting them they made their way toward him, fists raised. Vincent cursed his luck. Fire proof armor. He got to his feet and entered a similar fighting stance to theirs. It was clumsy but they didn't know that. They watched him warily, the man with the fist shaped burn in his armor especially. Tongues of fire still licked his fists he concentrated and the flames traveled up his arm to his shoulders and then down to his legs.

The men, bewildered by this sudden change glanced at each other. Vincent took the opportunity to kick one in the head his leg ached from the unusual motion but the man fell to his knees, reeling. The other two had by now regained their composure. One grabbed at Vincent's left arm. The other grabbed his right. Vincent knew he had to escape their grips. So drawing more on his fiery power he moved the flames to his wrists, where the men had him gripped.

One cried out in pain as soon as the flames attacked his hand. It looked like the gloves weren't as fireproof as the armor. The other pulled his hand away just in time. The third got back up and punched Vincent in the gut. He felt blood trickle down his lips as he spun and punched the man in the throat. Choking he dropped, unconscious. Vincent swore angrily. He didn't want to hurt them! But now he had no choice but to let loose. He spun and backhanded the other man across the face. The flames lept from his hands and burnt his helmet. The enhanced force dropped him.

Blood trickling down his lips, a gunshot wound on his shoulder Vincent turned to the last man. He had already begun to run away. Vincent sighed. Let him go. Vincent told himself. He put out his fists and picked up his book. His arms ached and so did his legs. He pulled himself toward the safety of a nearby area. Hoping that the last man didn't follow him. The snap of a twig behind him said otherwise. Moving as quickly as he could he shifted to the left and spun around. Just in time to see another bullet pass him by.

Vincent spat a wad of blood from his mouth and, noticing the way his body swayed he felt more relaxed. He allowed his body to move smoothly in an erratic pattern, throwing off the man's aim. The man glowered beneath his helmet, trying to get a good shot. Vincent moved slowly forward until the man didn't care anymore, he started shooting. The bullets flew by harmlessly the man not even aiming anymore. Vincent moved up close and felt his fist impact armor. The blow knocked out the last man.

Exhausted but inspired he dropped to his rump and sighed. "You shoulda..." He coughed loudly. "You should have talked it out..." He sighed sadly. He realized they wont stay out for long, he picked up his things again and kept moving. He slowly made his way toward a nearby cave and dropped into the shadows. After taking a moment to check for monsters he leaned back to rest. He grabbed a piece of cloth from his shirt and wrapped it tightly around his gun wound.

"I can't stay here much longer. I'm putting lives in danger." He said aloud, just to make it clear to himself. He looked around for a moment. "But where do I go?"
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