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Greyfang (Short Story)
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Post by
Atik
The glowing light filled the sky; casting away the darkness of night and covering the world in a harsh glow. The massive light grew outwards; fire ripping away in all direction.
Lucien blinked, not sure what he was looking at for a moment. He had fallen backwards, hit his head. The world was blurry, and his ears filled with an echoing ring. Someone was yelling?
No that wasn't a person. It was a roar... the sound of an explosion. He watched as massive chunks of metal exited the fireball above, and a shape shot out towards him. The charred and mangled arm smacked hard off the ground next to the brown-haired man, the noise echoing in his mind and tearing him from his dream.
"Oh @#$%!" He yelled, rolling over and moving quickly. There was a whizzing sound, and it only took him a moment to know that it was coming from the spray of bullets flying past his head. "Not good, not good!" He yelled; running along the curved metal below his feet. Reaching down, he drew his own gun and fired blindly behind him before dropping through an opening.
Lucien panted; staring downwards at the ground racing by below the metal bar he stood on. His ear piece crackled for a moment before a female voice erupted from it, prompting him to wince from the sheer volume.
"Lucien? Oh thank the Light, the fel happened?" The operator asked worriedly.
"What do you think happened?" Lucien asked; pulling open a sliding metal door and slipping into one of the cars of the train. "The damn hot pickup didn't work!"
"$%^&!" The woman swore. "What's you're situation? Do you have the hammer?"
Lucien blinked; reaching behind him and pulling the weapon free from his back to examine it. "Yeah, I've got it." He nodded; eying the giant mace. It's handle was thick, spreading out like a funnel the further it got from the counterweight at the end. There, the weapon spread out in four directions; massive spikes that curved away from the handle and moved back inwards, holding a large glowing orb in place.
"Damn things fancy enough, huh?" He asked; placing it back behind him. The rogue sighed; holstering his gun and checking his bracers. Flicking his wrist, three claws erupted and stretched just past his knuckles. Nodding in approval, he retracted them and began moving amongst the crates within the car.
"It's not meant to hit people." The operator reminded him. "It's supposed to boost the magical power of whoever wields it; specifically those of divine specializations."
"Yeah, yeah." Lucien shrugged. "Look, I need a way off this thing." He stated, ducking behind some crates as the sound of moving metal echoed through the interior.
"Working on it, what was that?" The woman asked worriedly.
"Nothing I can't handle." Lucien stated, cutting off the comm to lessen the noise as he peeked out.
The glowing yellow eyes of the hostiles were all the more visible in the dimly lit train car, several hefting firearms and scanning the room. Others drew knives before climbing upwards and over the crates stacked nearly to the ceiling, hoping to get the drop on Lucien.
The man made his way around the other side of his cover, keeping his eyes trained upwards for the undeads' above. He stopped movement at an opening, one of the Forsaken stepping through and glancing side to side with his gun. Reaching up, Lucien grabbed his shoulder and pulled him down; wrist claws going through his head.
The other undeads trained their rifles over at the noise, watching the opening a moment. Suddenly, the crates on one side exploded with a hail of bullets; those above toppling over as Lucien ran and fired with the Forsaken's rifle. One of the undead who had climbed upwards shouted as he fell; being buried under his former perch.
"Get him!" Another growled; gunfire igniting the room with muzzle flashes as the sound of splintering wood and bullets ricocheting off metal filled the room.
Lucien dropped the gun as he emptied the clip; ducking and rolling as he rushed a ladder up top of the train. Bullets whizzed along, and the Rogue reached downwards for a potion clipped to his belt. "Hope this one works..." He commented; smashing it off the metal floor.
Flames erupted outwards; overtaking the room and traveling outwards like a spiderweb in all directions. Even where they might lack something to fuel themselves, the continued and spread further, separating the Forsaken from their target.
"Thanks honey..." The rogue whispered under his breath; scaling up the ladder quickly and exiting onto the roof of the tram once again.
"Lucien? Can you hear me?" The woman's voice returned; over-riding his prior disabling of the comm.
"Yeah I-Woah!" Lucien shouted, a massive form suddenly rushing him and flinging the man along the top of the train with a snort. Lucien panted, standing up and eying the gigantic hairy Tauren. Glaring eyes framed by sharp horns glared at him from under a plate helmet. Both hands held massive axes, each one looking like it would take Lucien effort to lift it.
"Alright, I've been looking at the trains path and-"
"Now's REALLY not a good time!" Lucien interrupted, getting to his feet as the bull charged again; this time with weapons ready to swing. Extending his wristclaws, Lucien sprinted ahead and flipped himself over the dual slash mean to decapitate him; attempting to stab downwards at the Tauren's shoulders.
The metal blades bounced harmlessly off the cow's massive shoulder pads, however, and allowed it to swing and knock Lucien aside. The man stabbed his claws into the side of the car, grinding downwards before stopping himself from falling. The metal suddenly ripped outwards with a spray of bullets from within, forcing him to scramble back upwards and barely avoid a downwards slash from the Tauren.
"Can't catch a damn break!" Lucien complained; rolling again as the bull tried to stomp him with his armored hoof. Attempting to stand, the man found himself plowed into and knocked back again by a literal bull-rush; sending him soaring over a gap and to another car.
"Oh come on!" He shouted back at the Tauren. "At least let me get up!"
The cow smirked; a terrifying expression considering its facial structure. Casually, the massive bull stepped forward and across the gap to the other car; spinning his axes.
"Thank you." Lucien nodded, taking the moment to stand and catch his breath. Rushing forward, he clawed at the armored beast with his claws. The axes came faster than he expected though; knocking the man back again and giving way to another charge and downwards slash. Rolling, Lucien avoided by going under the bull's legs.
Deciding to change tactics, the man drew forth the mace clipped to his back, turning as the Tauren rushed him again and swinging upwards. The hit connected; stopping the bull and knocking his head up.
"Batter's up!" Lucien shouted; spinning and smacking the orb-tipped weapon into the cow. With a shout of pain, the other soldier was sent flying off the side of the train. The car shook a moment, crushing the armored warrior under it and continuing on. "Not meant for hitting my a-"
"LUCIEN!" The woman shouted through the comm. "You're going to need to jump!"
"You for real?" The man asked; looking down at the ground whizzing by.
"It's the only chance you have, there's a spot for an LZ about a mile east from your position." She confirmed.
Lucien sighed. "Welp, here goes nothing..." He commented; leaping forward off the machine and making painful contact with the ground below. Inertia caused him to roll; continuing on a ways in the cold dead ground below as the train continued on; leaving him behind. "Owwww..."
"Are you alright?" The woman asked.
"I can walk..." Lucien replied, standing up.
"And the mace?"
The man glanced down at the weapon, having still been holding it when he jumped. A massive crack spiderwebbed along the orb, and one of the spikes had broken off at some point. "What sort of condition were we hoping to have it in?" He asked.
The comm's only response was the distinct sound of a head hitting a desk.
Post by
Atik
Author's Notes
-I've been insanely bored lately... decided to write up some fan-fics.
-Yaaaaay Lucien!
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355559
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Post by
Aimsyr
A clip goes in your hair, not your weapon. Magazine is the word you are looking for.
Actually a
clip
can be what goes into a weapon, it goes into the magazine to be precise, providing the magazine is built-in rather than detachable.
Terminology aside, it was an interesting read :)
Post by
355559
This post was from a user who has deleted their account.
Post by
Aimsyr
A clip goes in your hair, not your weapon. Magazine is the word you are looking for.
Actually a
clip
can be what goes into a weapon, it goes into the magazine to be precise, providing the magazine is built-in rather than detachable.
Terminology aside, it was an interesting read :)
I know for a hundred pushups otherwise. Skree does too.
Perhaps the terminology is different in the U.S., but according to
here
and
here
clip can be used to refer to ammunition loaded into a fixed magazine (such as that of a rifle or revolver).
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