Post by Vio on Jan 11, 2014 18:30:12 GMT -5
Augustus, and apparently Flynn as well, had not realised the trickle of heated water that was now bubbling out of the shallow cut on the left elbow. The water tube that the long-armed cyborg had nicked during a previous attack had ruptured, letting the heated contents trickle out. The reduction of water flow and escaping pressure meant that Augustus' left arm was drastically weakened. It could still be used, but it would be ineffective at best. Not that the wearer of the diving suit knew it.
He is going to attack the other knee. There is no doubt about it. He wants to disable me, rather than kill me. I can only assume that wants to capture me and force me into joining the marines. That said, he did say something about 'spare parts' earlier. Augustus tried moving his right leg, but the lack of pressure in the left leg meant that he had little support. All he could do was slide the other barrel foot along the ground, a move which would prove to be useless anyway as Flynn's chainsaws sliced the back of the knee open.
I knew it. Augustus confirmed his suspicions as he listened to the hiss of hot water. The suit would remain standing due to how it was built, but the legs were now locked in position, the cyborg unable to do a thing with them. What a pain in the neck, now I can't move properly at all! I should have brought my sword with me, then maybe I would have stood a better chance. But, no. Deane suggested I leave it at home until the day I leave Strawberry Hill. It seems doctors aren't always as smart as they are cracked up to be.
Physically, Augustus had far greater stamina than Flynn had, but his crippled body relied almost entirely on the steam-powered systems of the suit in order to do common tasks. Even breathing was difficult without the use of his mechanical lung, though, fortunately for the cripple of a man, any devices that provided life support ran on an independent system locked within the chassis of his armoured exterior. It would have taken a severe blow or penetrating attack to damage one of these systems, but Augustus knew, by his opponent's most recent actions, that a fatal attack was unintended.
It appears I don't have much of a choice here, do I? And here I thought this sociopathic ape was just prolonging his inevitable defeat. He let out an audible sigh, though it probably just sounded like a deep and laboured gasp for air through all the breathing apparatus installed in his suit.
Too many disappointing excuses for pirates have come through my hometown. Too many cowards who flee when something seems supernatural in strength. Too many warm ups, not enough proper fights. But, this man... This man has made me realise that there are others out there who are on my level. Augustus questioned himself about his own dreams and ideals. He knew what he wanted to do and, in this duel with Flynn, he knew that he wanted that day to come sooner. For now, he could wait. He did not need to prove himself to this man, but perhaps Flynn already knew that.
I cannot believe I'm about to do this, but... Augustus let his arms slacken, taking a deep breath of air from his artificial lung, holding it for a moment, before speaking out the noble words of a man who knew he was beaten.
"...I... S u r r e n d e r..."
He is going to attack the other knee. There is no doubt about it. He wants to disable me, rather than kill me. I can only assume that wants to capture me and force me into joining the marines. That said, he did say something about 'spare parts' earlier. Augustus tried moving his right leg, but the lack of pressure in the left leg meant that he had little support. All he could do was slide the other barrel foot along the ground, a move which would prove to be useless anyway as Flynn's chainsaws sliced the back of the knee open.
I knew it. Augustus confirmed his suspicions as he listened to the hiss of hot water. The suit would remain standing due to how it was built, but the legs were now locked in position, the cyborg unable to do a thing with them. What a pain in the neck, now I can't move properly at all! I should have brought my sword with me, then maybe I would have stood a better chance. But, no. Deane suggested I leave it at home until the day I leave Strawberry Hill. It seems doctors aren't always as smart as they are cracked up to be.
Physically, Augustus had far greater stamina than Flynn had, but his crippled body relied almost entirely on the steam-powered systems of the suit in order to do common tasks. Even breathing was difficult without the use of his mechanical lung, though, fortunately for the cripple of a man, any devices that provided life support ran on an independent system locked within the chassis of his armoured exterior. It would have taken a severe blow or penetrating attack to damage one of these systems, but Augustus knew, by his opponent's most recent actions, that a fatal attack was unintended.
It appears I don't have much of a choice here, do I? And here I thought this sociopathic ape was just prolonging his inevitable defeat. He let out an audible sigh, though it probably just sounded like a deep and laboured gasp for air through all the breathing apparatus installed in his suit.
Too many disappointing excuses for pirates have come through my hometown. Too many cowards who flee when something seems supernatural in strength. Too many warm ups, not enough proper fights. But, this man... This man has made me realise that there are others out there who are on my level. Augustus questioned himself about his own dreams and ideals. He knew what he wanted to do and, in this duel with Flynn, he knew that he wanted that day to come sooner. For now, he could wait. He did not need to prove himself to this man, but perhaps Flynn already knew that.
I cannot believe I'm about to do this, but... Augustus let his arms slacken, taking a deep breath of air from his artificial lung, holding it for a moment, before speaking out the noble words of a man who knew he was beaten.
"...I... S u r r e n d e r..."