Post by shisha on Aug 24, 2011 19:21:27 GMT -5
As the large and somehow increasingly Disgusting man stumbled around, swinging his strange weapon around frantically Shisha had the rare chance in the heat of battle to take her time reloading. Such a simple action was, at times, very difficult to perform without worry or interuption. Thank goodness this time around she'd stocked up on Ammunition before this whole Ordeal had begun. After reloading she watched the overweight individual flop around stupidly, she couldn't help but smile on the inside. Half hoping he'd fall over or slip on something for added effect. It was in this brief moment that she spotted a pair of arms, waving back and fourth in haste. At first she didn't know who it was waving, untill she really looked. There he was, her Captain. Kane. He was trying to tell her something, but what she couldn't tell. His gustureing was a little confusing, but before she could say much of anything in response, she again found herself in trouble. Not in the form of the Spade man though, no this was more annoying, her Visor was fogging up.
Maybe it was the heat of battle, maybe it was mist from the sea, perhaps condensations on the Visor. Regardless it was a problem, no she couldn't see properly. Karma if anything. It was around then that the man from before, the Horribly Overweight and Physically repulsive man regained his sight. Desert Punk standing still clearing her Visor was just to tempting a target. Before Shisha knew what had happened, the Electrified metal part of the Spade struck her had across the face. Or Helmet at least. She flew back, landing on her shoulders before rolling onto her back, sliding across the decking of the ship. Her head, not surprisingly, was ringing. Sort of like Shell shock, without the Shell, but keeping the Shock. She got up slowly, shaking her head, a large crack running through the material that made her Visor's "Glass" face part. But the man seemed to be "In the Moment", not giving her time to recover much before attacking again. A second swing, that struck home like the last, like a golf swing into her midsection. Again her Body went flying backwards after a breif trip up into the air, landing this time flat on her front. Yet again she rose to her feet, all be it much slower than last time. The Spade man as she dubbed him looked a little winded from that constant attack so to speak.
Vision blurred she got back up, the temptation to remove her Helmet was overpowering. The crack in her Visor was making her line of sight difficult indeed, as the crack took up a large portion of the Visor itself. Not only that, but her chest felt heavy, the need for air was almost shouting its presence in her head, like some kind of large howling creature. But in the part of her Visor she Could see through, her captain was in trouble. At the mercy of Mad Jack. And although Kane could take of himself being a big boy and all, she couldn't let him be done in like that. The spade man came again, but this time she had recovered her Resolve. As he swung she made a fancy jump, much to the pain in her Torso's Dislike, vaulting over the Swing of the Spade. As she passed over his body, she took a single shell, one with an ominous skull and crossbones printed onto its caseing and, smashed it directly into his face. Not firing it as per usual.
The liquid kicked into life, doing its job all over the man's face. The green liquid inside began to ementate steam, followed by the intense burning of the face it had landed upon. Spade man howled with pain as one would expect from the sensation of Acid in the face, staggering around blindly like before. The spade on the ground, he fell backwards almost landing on Shisha, who had to roll out of the way awkwardly to avoid him. His Hands that were covering the liquid began to burn as well, the hissing noise of the liquid made his cry's softer than before. Yet as she got back up, looking down at him, she didn't feel for him. Maybe it was the disgust or the several blows to her person, but she just moved on shakily.
(OOC: Sorry for the wait folks)
Maybe it was the heat of battle, maybe it was mist from the sea, perhaps condensations on the Visor. Regardless it was a problem, no she couldn't see properly. Karma if anything. It was around then that the man from before, the Horribly Overweight and Physically repulsive man regained his sight. Desert Punk standing still clearing her Visor was just to tempting a target. Before Shisha knew what had happened, the Electrified metal part of the Spade struck her had across the face. Or Helmet at least. She flew back, landing on her shoulders before rolling onto her back, sliding across the decking of the ship. Her head, not surprisingly, was ringing. Sort of like Shell shock, without the Shell, but keeping the Shock. She got up slowly, shaking her head, a large crack running through the material that made her Visor's "Glass" face part. But the man seemed to be "In the Moment", not giving her time to recover much before attacking again. A second swing, that struck home like the last, like a golf swing into her midsection. Again her Body went flying backwards after a breif trip up into the air, landing this time flat on her front. Yet again she rose to her feet, all be it much slower than last time. The Spade man as she dubbed him looked a little winded from that constant attack so to speak.
Vision blurred she got back up, the temptation to remove her Helmet was overpowering. The crack in her Visor was making her line of sight difficult indeed, as the crack took up a large portion of the Visor itself. Not only that, but her chest felt heavy, the need for air was almost shouting its presence in her head, like some kind of large howling creature. But in the part of her Visor she Could see through, her captain was in trouble. At the mercy of Mad Jack. And although Kane could take of himself being a big boy and all, she couldn't let him be done in like that. The spade man came again, but this time she had recovered her Resolve. As he swung she made a fancy jump, much to the pain in her Torso's Dislike, vaulting over the Swing of the Spade. As she passed over his body, she took a single shell, one with an ominous skull and crossbones printed onto its caseing and, smashed it directly into his face. Not firing it as per usual.
The liquid kicked into life, doing its job all over the man's face. The green liquid inside began to ementate steam, followed by the intense burning of the face it had landed upon. Spade man howled with pain as one would expect from the sensation of Acid in the face, staggering around blindly like before. The spade on the ground, he fell backwards almost landing on Shisha, who had to roll out of the way awkwardly to avoid him. His Hands that were covering the liquid began to burn as well, the hissing noise of the liquid made his cry's softer than before. Yet as she got back up, looking down at him, she didn't feel for him. Maybe it was the disgust or the several blows to her person, but she just moved on shakily.
(OOC: Sorry for the wait folks)