Foreboding Skies In The North (Mature) Nov 27, 2006 3:33:59 GMT -5
Post by Darian Dumonte on Nov 27, 2006 3:33:59 GMT -5
The Gun Mage's Legacy
Darian stood on the ground the site of the impact as he took in the hell that had broiled over. He however, had a weapon that would be put into play as he calmly unsheathed it the weapon glimmering in the pale light of this forsaken place. Oh it glimmered all right and despite the cold it was warm to the touch suggesting at the element of the weapon. Darian had seen Bardy know Captain Strong-Eye go down with honor and he was certainly not going to let the man's sacrafice die in vain. He exited the escape pod with those who were with them D-13 soldiers already assembling with one of the team leaders. Another of the team leaders had survived getting on the ground and he looked pissed. Of course Darian was pissed. He shifted the blade for a moment.
"Form a firing line, suppressive fire, use pistols only for now, fire at will," Darian barked as the Omega Squad began opening up with the stattaco bursts of semi-automatic fire tearing into an undead force that had been approaching a melee line. Darian yanked out his mini-uzi and flicked off the safety and pulled the trigger. A line of bullets teared through the snow and then cut a zombie in half Darian sickened by the sight of course but, he had a job to do as he unloaded the last of his first mini-uzi clip cutting another zombie in two. He shifted and flicked his blade hard driving through the skull of a skeleton that froze in place the Rapier's reach proving to be excellent compared to the sharpened claws of the dead. Shit this weapon was heavy. He grunted from the effort as he clove right through the body the sharpened blade cutting and snapping bone.
Darian ejected the spent uzi-clip and slapped in a fresh one with several flickering motions letting it fall to his side again as he carefully made his way forward the squad's line tactic working like the British intended it to in the fact that the dead fell quickly. Darian moved his team to where the main battle force was gathering hoping that others had made it. He shifted for a moment and gave a stiff nod.
*fompf* *fompf* *fompf* *fompf*
Four grenade launchers fired from the men who carried them the shells arching over the front line in parabolic arcs and slamming down behind the dead line creating a concentrated explosion which blew them into little pieces.