Post by Tim Curry on Apr 27, 2011 9:40:25 GMT -5
"Any suggestions Barnett?"
Barnett half closed his eyes at Thor in a look of disbelief, he had hoped that he would at least get some kind of a break while he was still injured, yet it seemed as if his plight wouldn't end until either the mission was completed or he was dead.
He collected his scattered thoughts and brain patterns then before looking at the hitmen; Thor's threats had done nothing to them, they were far too disciplined to be effected.
Yet there was one thing that didn't quite fit, they hadn't attacked yet.
They were just standing there, as if the were confused, hesitant.
Whatever was going on in thier minds was of little importance, it was only important that he capitalised on their weakness.
He shoved himself off the wall that was propping him up and looked straight at them with a face of strain and anger, put on of course.
"Well, are you bastards going to kill us or what!?!"
This only caused more confusion in them, but the anger in Barnett's voice sparked a reaction in one and he lunged at Barnett, screaming in what seemed like desperation.
"Perfect."
Barnett quickly drew and moved his swords into position, it had worked before after all.
But to Barnett's surprise the man seemed to see this coming and avoided it smoothly before slashing at him with his chinese blade.
As luck had it Barnett's legs buckled beneath him just then and he avoided a fatal blow, though he still took a ligh gash across his chest.
He looked up at the man from the ground, "You're going to have to be more creative than that if you want to take us down."
He was resoloute now, and his actions had caused a similar reaction in the other hitmen.
Only one of them was carrying a firearm, but boy was he packing.
He had them strapped all across his bodies and they were all unique, some of them Barnett was unsure as to what they even were.
The other men seemed to be carrying more traditional weaponry, spears, poles, tri-section staff and tonfa.
As strong as they seemed they were far below the other man that Barnett had faced.
Still, they were certainly a challenge.
It seemed as if he would once again have to rely on "The Invincible Thor" as Barnett was now thinking of him as.
He flopped himself out on the floor, he really did need a break and straining his body at this point would yield no returns.
"Listen man, just take care of them could ya? I swear I'll take the next set."
Barnett half closed his eyes at Thor in a look of disbelief, he had hoped that he would at least get some kind of a break while he was still injured, yet it seemed as if his plight wouldn't end until either the mission was completed or he was dead.
He collected his scattered thoughts and brain patterns then before looking at the hitmen; Thor's threats had done nothing to them, they were far too disciplined to be effected.
Yet there was one thing that didn't quite fit, they hadn't attacked yet.
They were just standing there, as if the were confused, hesitant.
Whatever was going on in thier minds was of little importance, it was only important that he capitalised on their weakness.
He shoved himself off the wall that was propping him up and looked straight at them with a face of strain and anger, put on of course.
"Well, are you bastards going to kill us or what!?!"
This only caused more confusion in them, but the anger in Barnett's voice sparked a reaction in one and he lunged at Barnett, screaming in what seemed like desperation.
"Perfect."
Barnett quickly drew and moved his swords into position, it had worked before after all.
But to Barnett's surprise the man seemed to see this coming and avoided it smoothly before slashing at him with his chinese blade.
As luck had it Barnett's legs buckled beneath him just then and he avoided a fatal blow, though he still took a ligh gash across his chest.
He looked up at the man from the ground, "You're going to have to be more creative than that if you want to take us down."
He was resoloute now, and his actions had caused a similar reaction in the other hitmen.
Only one of them was carrying a firearm, but boy was he packing.
He had them strapped all across his bodies and they were all unique, some of them Barnett was unsure as to what they even were.
The other men seemed to be carrying more traditional weaponry, spears, poles, tri-section staff and tonfa.
As strong as they seemed they were far below the other man that Barnett had faced.
Still, they were certainly a challenge.
It seemed as if he would once again have to rely on "The Invincible Thor" as Barnett was now thinking of him as.
He flopped himself out on the floor, he really did need a break and straining his body at this point would yield no returns.
"Listen man, just take care of them could ya? I swear I'll take the next set."