"King Hunt" (White Hunters) Mar 8, 2012 22:40:37 GMT -5
Post by Kurosaki on Mar 8, 2012 22:40:37 GMT -5
As he readied himself for what was to come in his fight against the four, Lance had no clue that at that very moment a gun was being trained in his direction. He heard the shot and saw one of the men get struck, blood spraying out of his ankle from the bullet. Lance turned around and saw someone in uniform with a rifle but he was too far away to see anymore details than that. Luckily his shot had at least been good enough to strike the pirate he was targeting.
Deciding that he would use that opening, Lance rushed forward and grabbed the man with the hurt ankle by the head and slammed it down upon his knee before kicking the ankle right out from underneath of him. The combination stunned the man and then knocked him to the ground in a blink of an eye. But the other men were not about to go down as easily not to mention the one was still groaning loudly from his position on the ground; clearly still conscious.
One man was holding a giant post of some sort he had ripped up from a fence on the base. He swung that at Lance and he only barely managed to duck without being struck in the head. The other man ran at him and grabbed Lance as he was coming back up and tackled him. Lance was powerless when struck by the man's massive form and went down easily and began to take a pounding from his fists. He was struck on the face several times, causing blood to spurt from his nose and mouth and him to gasp. Pain flared into his face from the blows and he wasn't sure if his nose might have actually been broken.
But he knew that staying down for long was going to be the death of him. Already the third man still up had circled around and was coming at him with a long sword that he had probably stolen from the weapons room. Why hadn't anyone locked that, dammit?!
Lance raised his leg and then kicked the man right where the sun didn't shrine, a grin displayed on his face despite the bloody nature of its features. The man's eyes widened drastically before he gasped and fell to the side allowing Lance to quickly escape from under him and deliver another blow in the form of a kick directly to the man's face. He then spun around and leaped backward as a sword came down upon him almost.
"Hold still so I can cut you! I'll just take a little off, nothing major!" said the man mockingly as he grinned wildly and then actually licked the side of his sword, causing a small cut in his own tongue before he slipped it back into his mouth. Lance made a face that spoke to how he felt that this man was crazy and then decided that it was best not to let him get to close for too long. Clearly he was a psychopath. But luck wasn't on his side with that. From behind him the man that had been shot and kicked earlier had popped back up and had taken a chance to grab Lance from behind as he jumped backward.
Strong arms wrapped around the smaller man's body and held him in place despite his struggling as the thinner man advanced with the sword, still chuckling evilly as he approached taking his time and seeming to relish in the fact that the Marine was powerless to escape.
Closing his eyes again Lance waited and concentrated hard before he suddenly reared back both of his elbows into the man holding him and kicked back, causing him to stumble and fall over before he rushed at the man with the sword, dodged its slice at him and punched the man several times into the stomach region before delivering a final kick to the side.
Now the only one that remained standing in good status was the one with the pole who came running up at Lance again, aiming to strike the Marine directly on the head with his pole and end his karate days once and for all.
That was until another shot was fired from somewhere and the man dropped like a sack of potatoes. Lance had been waiting for the opportunity to dodge the pole and come up from a dodge to attack the man but not he was pleasantly saved from the task. He turned and a young officer saluted him with a brave look in his eyes. Clearly the man was the type that was not going to back out easily and he had managed to take on several other pirates and come back to help out the Warrant Officer as well.
Lance nodded to him quickly in reply and then motioned for him. "Stay close, we need to work together to take these pirates scum out," he said before he raised his voice to the other Marines in the area. "Show these pirates what we're made of men!" A strong yell from the remaining Marines in the area followed in recognition and they seemed to become more encouraged from then, attacking the pirates with renewed vigor that actually began to cause them to slowly retreat a little.
It wasn't probably enough, however. There were still deserters all over the base. Lance continued to fight with that as far from his mind as possible. They would have to make due with those that were still alive and ready and able to fight and try the best that they could. Right now he didn't see any other way than to keep pressing forward. He just hoped that some sort of back-up came to their aid soon before the base was overrun. All it would take would be for the ship firing upon them to actually dock and begin to raid and it would probably spell the end for them.