TotG:Meanken VS. Mrrew!

[Mrrew]

Mrrew took the moment [member="Meanken"] ran into cover to quickly slam another ammo pack into the rifle, before more or less pointing it at the cover again. And then he flew up. And started shooting more missiles. How many fething missiles did he have?! Mrrew made a mental note to bring a kriffing tank next time. If one of those hit him- he'd get blown to mulch. Mrrew didn't much feel like dying, either. Why did he sign up for this again? For the credits? No, to bring up his fighting skills/... that was it. Not to fething explode!

The Togorian, still laying on the ground, simply rolled for cover. A quick, effective m ethod when you can't get up. And it stopped him from getting turned into mush. He was hoping the bounty hunter, or whatever he was, would run out of missiles some time soon... How many could he possibly carry? While in cover, Mrrew rooted around the pockets of his belt, searching for a bacta patch... Nope, nope... Mrrew smiled as he found the pocket where he kept a small bottle of some of the Kolcta Geltabs he'd won in an auction not long ago... Fantastic. Keeping his rifle within reach in case Meanken decided to show up in his little cover, Mrrew pulled three of the geltabs out of the little bottle, and broke them over his arm wound. The pain lessened almost instantly. Bacta is great, kolto is okay... Kolcta is fething amazing. Mrrew quickly shut the 'lid' over the pocket he'd gotten the tabs from, and grabbed his rifle again. The burn was still there- still rad and angry, but the pain was going... bacta alone was known to heal minor cuts in minutes, kolcta would definitely help this. Cure it? No. Make him able to shoot straight? Maybe.

Mrrew slowly stood up, grimancing at his minor leg wound. Why hadn't he put kolcta on that too? To late now. Mrrew raised his rifle, and limped to the edge of the cover, getting ready to spin around the corner and start firing...

 

[Meanken]

And he ran again. Typical. Chaff came down to the ground again as he checked the missile count. 1 left. Wonderful. Well, hopefully he'd be able to take the thing down with small arms, or surprise him with the last one. Right now, he needed to press the offensive. Not wanting to expose his head, Chaff poked his gun around the cover and started blind firing at the cover the thing was behind. Plan for now was to keep the thing pinned. Hopefully the many hits it had taken would take their toll on em, slow em down, maybe even kill em, thow he was doubtful that would happen. Guy could hope however.

[member="Mrrew"]

 

[Mrrew]

Okay, he wasn't expecting that. [member="Meanken"] to show up and start firing at ppoint blank range? Luckily, between Mrrew's massive size and the fact that a normal human's arms comes up to about his stomach, most of the bolts hit his jacket. He could feel the heat through the leather- but the alchemized Lotek'k hide stood strong, making sure he wasn't murdered just yet. When he died he wanted it to be a Leviothon, or a Space Wasp. Not a kriffing mercenary.

Meanken's strategy had pros and cons. Pros? If Mrrew was a foot shorter, and wasn't wearing his jacket zipped up, he'd be dead. Cons? Meanken waltzed back into the range of the jacket's fear aura... and into meelee range.

Mrrew moved around the corner as quickly as he coudl without stumbling, and instantly brought his rifle down on whatever he found there. Unless meanken moved right after shooting, Mrrew was hoping to bring the rifle crashing down on his skull... Not to kill him, of course. But concussions are allowed, right?

 

[Meanken]

Now was when things got interesting. Despite all the guns, all the missiles and armor Chaff had, he always preferred close range combat. Not that he had planned for it to happen here, but what could ya do? He heard the thing coming. Hard to be stealthy when you're an 8 food giant, of course, so he had time to duck out of the way of the incoming rifle. That, plus the leg would meant he wasn't moving as fast as he was before. This was an advantage he planned to milk for all it was worth. He decided against going for the flamethrower right away. Would be too predictable. Sides, that was almost empty too, so he'd wanna save what was left. So,with the thing directly in his face, it was back to blade combat. This would also mitigate the impact of the damn fear thing on his accuracy. In fact, it could help him. Fear was a wonderful motivator to go beyond ones normal limits to those who didn't freak out from it, and Chaff was too experienced to panic at some fear. Course, he'd have to deal with the claws too, but no plan was perfect. Not one to waste time in these sorts of situations, Chaff deployed the wrist-blade and swung for the head.

[member="Mrrew"]

 

[Mrrew]

He was expecting a flamethrower, but a sword works too. Once again, Mrrew's reflexes saved him from getting killed. Where you supposed to kill eachother in this tournament? [member="Meanken"] was certainly trying. Mrrew jerked his shoulder up at the mercenary swung a blade to his face, moving his cybernetic arm in the way. It was pretty much totalted- he couldn't move fingers- but it was still good enough to swing around like the hunk of half-molten slag that it was at this point. And even halfmolten sllag is good for something. Like making sure a wrist blade dosen't go through your face.

If Mrrew wasn't injured, if it wasn't hurting to stand, if he wasn't beginning to think Meanken was trying to murder him, Mrrew might've kept this as a fair fight. But he was fighting for his life. Screw a fair fight. Mrrew lunged forwards. No matter how fast you are, no one can get out of the way of a giant cat trying to tackle you at a few feet of range. That's what Mrrew hoped, anyway. Hopefully he couldn't full his blade free in time to stab him as they were going down, either.. If he didn't then Meanken would have over two hundred kilograms of sentient predatory cat crushing him into the ground. Hopefully. Unless he exploded, or something. He wasn't goingt o be suprised by anything at this point.

 

[Meanken]

Well. This wasn't good. The thing now had him pinned to the ground. Not the best situation to be in, to say the least. He had few options at this point. Optimal reaction would have been to shank him on the way down, but he wasn't able to get the blade in place in time to take advantage of that. Now he'd have to react quickly to avoid having his head turned into a fine paste. There were 2 options he had. Well, 3, but he wasn't desperate enough to fire the last missile at point blank range. Not yet anyway. He could hit the jetpack, try to shake him off with the sudden movement. Or he could try to drive him away with the flamethrower. He went with option B for now. A would still be open if that failed. Course, that'd be the last of the flamethrower fuel, but he wasn't in a position to be terribly picky here. He aimed the flamethrower as much at the thing as he was able, and fired it.

[member="Mrrew"]

 

[Mrrew]

"ENOUGH WITH THE KRIFFING FIRE!" Mrrew roared in his face as fire blasted across his right shoulder, the one with the cybernetic arm from the elbow down, causing burns even worse then those on his left arm- which actually looked less red then they did ten minutes ago. Kolcta is amazing. However, that didn't make his burning, literally burning, shoulder feel any better. He had to end htis quickly before [member="Meanken"] fething killed him. His right arm was basically useless, the pain in his shoulder was making him see stars. He just hoped the tournament's medbay could stop any permenant damage from occuring. His weapons weren't in reach, his sword was who knows where. But he still had the upper hand- he had Meanken pinned down. That's all he needed.

Without warning, Mrrew balled his organic fist, and slammed it as hard as he could into Meanken's face.

 

[Meanken]

So much for the fire. The fist ramming directly into Chaff's face broke something, he was sure. Nose, for sure. Probably something else too. and he was seeing double for a moment. Chaff needed to end this now, before he got KO'd or worse. Reflexively, he reached for his only real option left, the jetpack and hit it. His hope was that the sudden movement as chaff slid along the ground would surprise the thing enough to shake him off of him. Should he succeed in that, he would then fire his gun as he continued to slide. If that failed, he would try to use one of his blades to more forcibly remove the beast.

[member="Mrrew"]

 

[Mrrew]

[member="Meanken"]'s technique worked. With nothing to grab on to, really, Meanken just slid out from udnerneath the Togorian. Mrrew growled. The pain in his shoulder was unbearable. He'd taken bites from Terentateks, and it hadn't hurt this bad. Those who say burning is one of the most painful ways to die were right. Luckily, his left arm had compeltely stopped hurting. Kolcta was amazing.

Mrrew slowly stood up, grimacing between his right leg and right shoulder, and looked up at the flying mercenary. He had a feeling if he tried to pull his rifle lout of the sling of his bandoleir it would hurt like hell. He wasn't paticularly interested in doing that. His web rifle was nearby, but not close enough. His blade was to far to go for- and would be useless anyway. The blood trickling down his shoulder had shut off the fear effect his jacket had been leaking. One thing left. Mrrew drew his pistol. Luckily, this only reuqired one hand, and his shooting arm was numbed from the kolcta. But that didn't make his aim any better. The pain from his shoulder was still horrendous. For a second, he thought it was still burning. But he coudl still shoot in one general direction.. and he did.

Mrrew fired the compartively powerful- for a pistol- blaster bolts at his target, hoping to hit the jetpack. But he would have settled for anything, really... He just mneeded to win this. Quickly.

 

[Meanken]

The thing needn't have bothered trying to hit the jetpack. It came to a stop as Chaff used the last of his fuel. One way or another, this was about to end. Preparing to roll out of the way if the thing tried to close the gap, Chaff remained prone with his feet toward the beast as he drew his gun and unloaded everything he had at the thing. His primary target was the thing's shooting arm. He figured if he could disable the thing, he'd regain the advantage. However, the fist he had taken to the face was having an impact on his aim, so he wasn't quite as accurate as before.

(We appear to have reached the 30 post limit the rules said the threads would go to. Probably should check to see if we stop here before we continue this.)

[member="Mrrew"]

 

[Mrrew]

(We can continue! )

No more flying around. It was time to finish this. Mrrew ran forward as fast as his injured leg could carry him, appearing to be getting ready to tackle him again. About the same time [member="Meanken"] began to open fire, Mrrew jumped to the left- towards where he'd dropped his web rifle early in the battle. However, he wasn't expecting the sudden burst of slugs. Between Mrrew's sudden movement, and Meanken's aim, the slugs managed not to rip apart his shooting arm. However, they didn't fail in hitting his chest, back, and stomach. Luckily his jacket held so he wasn't ripped apart- but leather can't stop the impact behind a bullet, alchemized or not. And while Togorians are known for their dense bone tissue, and reputation for being able to take far more punishment then humans, they aren't bulletproof. Mrrew fell to the ground.

He felt like he couldn't breathe. He was sure there was some internal bleeding. Probably a broken rib or two. When he tried to push himself to his feet, which he attempted almost as soon as he hit the ground, he roared in pain. He wasn't going to get back up. That didn't mean he had to stop fighting yet. The Gorgon web rifle was just out of reach. The clicking sound his pistol amde when it was almost out of ammo started several shots ago. He only needed a second- only a second to get the web rifle. Only a second he didn't have...

So he did the only thing he could think of doing. He hurled the pistol as hard as he could at Meanken's face.

(Mrrew is getting desperate. LOL)

 

[Meanken]

Chaff's face may have been broken in several places, but the rest of his body was still mostly intact, and he was able to duck out of the way of the thrown gun. Unfortunately, Chaff's own gun had been emptied as well, and if he stopped to reload, the thing might reach the second gun he was trying to get. it was apparent that the thing's movement ability had been all but destroyed by the shot he took. That was good. Chaff still had one card left, and it was time to play it. But this thing, whatever it was, had managed to earn his respect in this fight. A rare feat, to say the least. He figured he;s give the thing a change before finishing the job. He lifted his arm right after dodging and the missile port opened, making it apparent he had one left.

"I'll give ya one chance to surrender. Ya won't reach the gun and be able to fire before I get off this missile."

[member="Mrrew"]

 

[Mrrew]

Kriff. He'd been in three tournaments, this was his third, and he'd had to surrender in the first match of every one... He was getting tired of it. What were his options... He could jump at [member="Meanken"], but his ribs were to fethed over. If he coudl slide himself forwards, he wouldn't risk firing a missile, he'd blow them both up... But could he do it fast enough? He may be able to lunge aside, out of aim of the missile. Myabe behind cover? The nearest cover was to far. He doubted he could stand, let alone walk. Even sitting, as he was doing now, hurt his ribs. He was not going to surrender. He joined this so that he could improve, so that he woudln't get killed the next time someone, or something, got the upper hand. Not so he could surrender. He needed to get his web rifle. But how the feth was he going to do that? Not by surrendering. He jsut hoped this wasn't going to get himself killed.

Mrrew put his large hand on the ground on either side of him, away from his belt, and pushed himself into a better sitting position. He hoped Meanken didn't notice the small black rock, nearly blending into the volcanic rock that went on for miles around them, that he laid his hand on. Mrrew grunted in obvious pain as he moved his ribs. "Right..." This was going to hurt. Badly. But he didn't join this to have some fun little duels. Mrrew slowly raised his only working hand, as if surrendering... And flung the rock with as good aim as he could muster at Meanken's missile arm, using the movement of his arm to fall forwards... right onto his ribs. His vision flashed black with the sheer pain. It felt as if somebody was ripping his ribcage apart with a servodriver.

His plan was to get close enough to him to make the missile to dangerous to fire. He heavily doubted he'd hit his target with the rock- that was more to give him a second of confusion. Provided Meanken didn't just shoot him anyway. Really, he was gambling with his life here. But the bounty hunter that captured Mrrew a week before was still fresh in his mind. He wasn't only attempting to improve himself to avoid getting eaten by something in his hunts- he doubted that would happen. Beasts were easy. Sentients were not.If he could make his way through this, he was confident he wouldn't be caught off guard again, he was confident that if someone came again, he would be able to fend them off. If he surrendered, he wouldn't improve himself. He could just as well die somewhere else, rather then here. He wasn't going to surrender; he was going to win.

Or get blown to bits.

A moemnt after he landed, as soon as he realied he wasn't going to pass out, Mrrew swung an arm for Meanken's legs, still on his stomach. If he missed, he'd probably get shot dead. If he ddin't, he hoped to send the mercenary sprawling on the rocks... Maybe he'd even hit his head. That would be good.

 

[Meanken]

Damn it. That would teach Chaff not to take the shot when he had the chance. That the beast was able to still move at all was surprising. Had to hurt like all hell. Chaff ignored the rock completely. His armor had been designed to withstand direct hits from vibroblades, a small rock would scratch the paint at best. Now, if it had been larger he'd have had to move, but Chaff severely doubted the thing would have the ability to lift a large enough one to do significant damage at this point. He chose not to waste the missile. Not only do those things cost money, but he doubted he'd need it at this point. it was clear from the beast's approach that he was on his last legs. Or leg, so to speak. Chaff was easily able to hop out of the way of the predictable shot at the legs.

"You are an idiot."

He deployed his vibroblades. One went for the face. This one, Chaff did not care so much if it hit or not. If it did, great, but that wasn't the point. The point was to distract him while the other blade went to take out the thing's other leg and render him immobile.

[member="Mrrew"]

 

[Mrrew]

Mrrew was able to, barely, get his leviathin skin bracer in the way of the blade about to cut open his skull. However, as predicted, the one attempting to hamstring him was another matter. Mrrew let out another roar of pain, loud enough to literally rattle moveable items on [member="Meanken"]'s armor, before letting himself fall back against the ground. The web rifle was in reach... if he could grab it... But it wouldn't be in time. He was open, Meanken was looming over him, he'd be killed in ten seconds. He came here to win, but not to die. And fighting more would do just that. The Togorian laid there.


(Shouldn't have take those hits to the ribs so hard... Good fight, Meanken. Was very fun. )
(Still can't believe I lost though... XD I got injured to early on. There's always next time. )

 

[Meanken]

The beast had stopped moving. Clearly he was done. Was he dead? Chaff didn't know, but that didn't matter. He casually reloaded his gun and aimed it at the thing's head, then unloaded a slug less then a foot from it..

"I WIN!" he yelled, more for the benefit of the cameras then the guy in front of him. He clearly knew he was beaten.

[member="Mrrew"]