08-31-2016, 07:47 AM
Martin watched as the wedge between them grew. The girl was just a tool, and soon she'd not be needed. She knew this. He could see it in her stance, she never gave up ground, never let down her guard. She knew her time was up - she was dead one way or the other at the end of this. Martin could only smile at the pleasure that would cause him. To be rid of this infernal whelp who pushed every button he had.
The Regus was just as untrusting of the girl for which Martin was glad to see. He still didn't like using a weapon untested. With all the practice and training they'd done on their gear his gotcha point was that stupid tablet. Did it even work?
But soon Regus was using it. His voice booming in ancient tongues. And then nothing happened. The man who'd recruited him when he was young stood there like an idiot. Martin didn't smile. Didn't show the immense glee he had on this one trick wonder.
The Regus had given up at one point, only to find that whatever he'd done was now working. The girl drew her sword from her sheath, the ring of metal on metal was blissful and something he actually missed. Maybe he would take it from her corpse. Martin barred her advancement on the creature. She didn't put away the weapon. If Martin thought a gun could harm it he probably would have drawn one. But at this point it wasn't going to help. But this girl, she'd killed one - luck would have it.
Martin looked at her and she was not afraid. She was empty of everything staring at the creature in front of them. Her voice was low and she sounded like she could barely breath as she told them what it felt. Martin turned to look at the Ijiraq. He didn't like this.... not at all. This was going to go to hell in a hand basket quickly. This was not how they should be doing this. A bullet to the head.... Not some unknown magic against unknown magic.
The Regus was just as untrusting of the girl for which Martin was glad to see. He still didn't like using a weapon untested. With all the practice and training they'd done on their gear his gotcha point was that stupid tablet. Did it even work?
But soon Regus was using it. His voice booming in ancient tongues. And then nothing happened. The man who'd recruited him when he was young stood there like an idiot. Martin didn't smile. Didn't show the immense glee he had on this one trick wonder.
The Regus had given up at one point, only to find that whatever he'd done was now working. The girl drew her sword from her sheath, the ring of metal on metal was blissful and something he actually missed. Maybe he would take it from her corpse. Martin barred her advancement on the creature. She didn't put away the weapon. If Martin thought a gun could harm it he probably would have drawn one. But at this point it wasn't going to help. But this girl, she'd killed one - luck would have it.
Martin looked at her and she was not afraid. She was empty of everything staring at the creature in front of them. Her voice was low and she sounded like she could barely breath as she told them what it felt. Martin turned to look at the Ijiraq. He didn't like this.... not at all. This was going to go to hell in a hand basket quickly. This was not how they should be doing this. A bullet to the head.... Not some unknown magic against unknown magic.