Post by Terminally Chill on Mar 13, 2012 0:52:03 GMT -5
Dice couldn't help but be surprised at Li's steadfast valor in the face of certain death. The less experienced of the two ensigns could not conjure up any witty lines like his partner had; all that came was a gulp that attempted to stave off the reality that the odds were certainly not in the marines' favor. All Dice could do was throw on the most assuring smile he could and nod at Li's last remark; if they managed to make it out of the firefight alive, Erikson was definitely going to get his ass beat. The tension continued to mount, almost becoming smothering as the thugs waited for their boss' word to exercise their itchy trigger fingers. The head of the winery had since regained his composure, face turning to its usual hue after being flustered by Li's remark. The officer's arrogance, much like the lives of him and comrades, would soon be wasted after they were both full of lead. Erikson calmly took a bottle of Micqueot Diamant from beside his chair and poured the light blue liquid into an empty wine glass. The calm and collected smile returned to his lips as the cork was replaced in the bottle. Lightly swishing the wine around, the businessman took a swig of lifeblood of Yetine and Micqueot's economy. After a refreshing sigh, Erikson finally spoke.
“Kill them.”
Those two words immediately sent Dice's heart into a frenzy, adrenaline already coursing through his veins at the thought of death. Less than a second after Erikson's order, the young ensign's training took over and he exploded into action. The nearest winery enforcer found his flintlock pistol suddenly kicked out of his hand before a shot could be fired, Dice's fist smashing into his face in the next second. Knocked clean of his senses, Erikson's goon was tackled into the next gunman by Dice. All three bodies crashed to the ground, a single gun shot going off from the unfortunate soul at the bottom of the pile.
That was all it took.
Gunfire immediately filled the room, the on-edge thugs startled by the resounding crack. Having dispatched of two of the suited men, Dice managed to roll behind a nearby leather couch. The furniture was hardly suitable cover, but it was a lot better than being out in the open as Erikson's enforcers continued to shoot wildly. Fluff flew and leather tore as bullets continued to strike dangerously close to Dice, the young ensign's mind racing to find some sort of solution to their predicament. Li's well-being was unknown to the soldier of the sea, but all Dice could do was trust in Li's own ability as a marine. Luckily, Li had no shortage of that. The bullets continued to whiz about the room, pinning Dice down without anywhere to go.
'Guns... Why did they all have to have guns?!'
Mr. Erikson remained in his chair, although he had ceased indulging in the bottle of wine at his desk. In fact, all that remained of the glass in his hand was the thin handle. The top had been shattered and the contents within sprayed across the dignified merchant's face. A stray bullet had smashed through the glass, ruining what Erikson had hoped to be a calm wine-and-crime in his conference room. The chorus of cracks and bangs continued, the winery's owner remaining sitting with his eyes closed tightly. A vein in Erikson's forehead was noticeably bulging outward, growing in size with each whistle and zing of a bullet. Finally, the boss snapped.
“STOP FIRING, YOU IDIOTS!”
Erikson's roar rose above the gunshots, silencing the trigger-happy thugs. Smoke gradually dispersed, the debris of shredded pages of books and torn-apart furniture littering the ground. The suited men blinked in confusion, turning back to face the man who ran the whole sordid operation of the Micqueot Winery. Even Dice peeked out from behind the ruined couch, blinking curiously at his unlikely savior. Erikson regained his composure, pulling at the collar of his suit and taking a deep breath.
“You morons do realize I'm right here, right? You think I just want a shootout here in my conference room? When I said kill them, I meant just shoot them right then and there!” Erikson's anger was once again close to boiling over. However, he cleared his throat and kept it at bay before continuing. “Now, put the guns away and take care of it!”
The remaining thugs gave their apologies, muttering as their pistols were returned to the inside of their jackets. A conference room definitely wasn't the place for them to be wildly shooting. The situation suddenly boded much better for Dice and Li; although they were still outnumbered, a bit of Marine training could always remedy that against a group of common thugs. Originally Erikson's group had consisted of twelve; since then, Dice had taken care of two of them. Four were now bearing down on Dice, the couch separately him from the pack of wolves cracking their knuckles. With all of the debris in the air and his own opponents blocking his view, Dice was unsure of how Li had dealt with the remaining six. Either way, they'd have to be dealt with. The brown eyes of the young soldier narrowed intensely at the remaining goons as he faced them with a mixed mask of determination and frustration.
Erikson needed to get what was coming to him already!
In a flash, Dice leaped over the back of the couch and used it as a springboard to send himself careening into the four suits. The first of them met Dice's boot with widened eyes, crumpling to the ground after the flying kick directly to the face. The man on a mission landed gracefully, ducking under an oncoming straight punch and answering with his own stiff hook across the thug's jaw. The second went down, and the third went down in a similar fashion after suffering a spinning back elbow to the nose. The fourth charged in, but found his face forced down into a brutal knee that dispatched of him after a loud yelp. Well, that was it for Dice's enemies. Cracking his neck, Dick rested his hand on the hilt of his sword and looked to the side with the hopes that Li had finished up his own business.
Dice's fiery eyes then turned to face their last opponent sitting smugly in his grandiose chair: Mr. Erikson.
“It's so hard to find to find good help these days. Don't you agree, officers?”
“Kill them.”
Those two words immediately sent Dice's heart into a frenzy, adrenaline already coursing through his veins at the thought of death. Less than a second after Erikson's order, the young ensign's training took over and he exploded into action. The nearest winery enforcer found his flintlock pistol suddenly kicked out of his hand before a shot could be fired, Dice's fist smashing into his face in the next second. Knocked clean of his senses, Erikson's goon was tackled into the next gunman by Dice. All three bodies crashed to the ground, a single gun shot going off from the unfortunate soul at the bottom of the pile.
That was all it took.
Gunfire immediately filled the room, the on-edge thugs startled by the resounding crack. Having dispatched of two of the suited men, Dice managed to roll behind a nearby leather couch. The furniture was hardly suitable cover, but it was a lot better than being out in the open as Erikson's enforcers continued to shoot wildly. Fluff flew and leather tore as bullets continued to strike dangerously close to Dice, the young ensign's mind racing to find some sort of solution to their predicament. Li's well-being was unknown to the soldier of the sea, but all Dice could do was trust in Li's own ability as a marine. Luckily, Li had no shortage of that. The bullets continued to whiz about the room, pinning Dice down without anywhere to go.
'Guns... Why did they all have to have guns?!'
Mr. Erikson remained in his chair, although he had ceased indulging in the bottle of wine at his desk. In fact, all that remained of the glass in his hand was the thin handle. The top had been shattered and the contents within sprayed across the dignified merchant's face. A stray bullet had smashed through the glass, ruining what Erikson had hoped to be a calm wine-and-crime in his conference room. The chorus of cracks and bangs continued, the winery's owner remaining sitting with his eyes closed tightly. A vein in Erikson's forehead was noticeably bulging outward, growing in size with each whistle and zing of a bullet. Finally, the boss snapped.
“STOP FIRING, YOU IDIOTS!”
Erikson's roar rose above the gunshots, silencing the trigger-happy thugs. Smoke gradually dispersed, the debris of shredded pages of books and torn-apart furniture littering the ground. The suited men blinked in confusion, turning back to face the man who ran the whole sordid operation of the Micqueot Winery. Even Dice peeked out from behind the ruined couch, blinking curiously at his unlikely savior. Erikson regained his composure, pulling at the collar of his suit and taking a deep breath.
“You morons do realize I'm right here, right? You think I just want a shootout here in my conference room? When I said kill them, I meant just shoot them right then and there!” Erikson's anger was once again close to boiling over. However, he cleared his throat and kept it at bay before continuing. “Now, put the guns away and take care of it!”
The remaining thugs gave their apologies, muttering as their pistols were returned to the inside of their jackets. A conference room definitely wasn't the place for them to be wildly shooting. The situation suddenly boded much better for Dice and Li; although they were still outnumbered, a bit of Marine training could always remedy that against a group of common thugs. Originally Erikson's group had consisted of twelve; since then, Dice had taken care of two of them. Four were now bearing down on Dice, the couch separately him from the pack of wolves cracking their knuckles. With all of the debris in the air and his own opponents blocking his view, Dice was unsure of how Li had dealt with the remaining six. Either way, they'd have to be dealt with. The brown eyes of the young soldier narrowed intensely at the remaining goons as he faced them with a mixed mask of determination and frustration.
Erikson needed to get what was coming to him already!
In a flash, Dice leaped over the back of the couch and used it as a springboard to send himself careening into the four suits. The first of them met Dice's boot with widened eyes, crumpling to the ground after the flying kick directly to the face. The man on a mission landed gracefully, ducking under an oncoming straight punch and answering with his own stiff hook across the thug's jaw. The second went down, and the third went down in a similar fashion after suffering a spinning back elbow to the nose. The fourth charged in, but found his face forced down into a brutal knee that dispatched of him after a loud yelp. Well, that was it for Dice's enemies. Cracking his neck, Dick rested his hand on the hilt of his sword and looked to the side with the hopes that Li had finished up his own business.
Dice's fiery eyes then turned to face their last opponent sitting smugly in his grandiose chair: Mr. Erikson.
“It's so hard to find to find good help these days. Don't you agree, officers?”
Sorry for the wait man... Kind of forgot about this thread. Seems like you're busy anyhow. Anyway, after your post about beating dudes up I'll start the fight with Erikson.