TheCorsair
Pēdicãbo ego võs et irrumäbo
- Joined
- Dec 17, 2013
"Gawd," Sam hissed, extremely glad that Colin knew what he was doing with a heat ray. Because she had a pretty good burn in her stomach, which hurt like hell, but it could've been worse. Lots worse. Still, she grinned at Erik as he pulled her into a protective embrace. "Y'all - ow - ready?" she whispered.
Everything seemed to happen at once.
The first to move was a younger-looking man in a dress uniform. His pride stung by the Fraulein's words, moved by the callus way she'd been shit, he tore his dress saber from it's scabbard and swung a vicious chop at the nearest Machine-Man. He died for his troubles, coldly burned down, but the action was rippling out across the ballroom. Machine-Men suddenly grappled with enraged guests, who shouted "For Germany!" and "For Hitler!"
Wincing, Sam shoved Erik to one side, burning down a Machine-Man who had broken free from its attackers. "Careful," she laughed, shooting another. "Mah dress might be a wreck, but Ah've still - ow - got plans fer y'all."
Colin, meanwhile, had backed towards Kieran. Having served as the flashpoint for the riot, he was in no mood to attract its attention. "Got a plan?" he asked, as he watched the pirate suddenly disarm Yasmine.
"Don't move!" Kieran shouted. "Do as I say or she dies!"
Yasmine laughed. "Foolish boy! What makes you think you can kill me?"
"The heat ray in your back?" suggested Colin.
She snorted. "Your Ranger already killed me once." The blank mask regarded him impassively. "The body I wore, that is. And yet, I remain." She laughed again. "I am legion, my pretty captains!"
And then a car exploded through the glass wall.
Professor Swift braced himself as well as he could, assembling the final elements of his device as Madame LaMonte sent the car bouncing across the lawn. Glancing up, he saw the hall approaching at speed and redoubled his efforts. Then the car jolted as it ramped up stairs and struck a wall at full speed. Metal smashed and protested, but the frames round the french windows surrendered before foreward mimentum.
As the car skidded to a halt, he flipped three switches in rapid succession. The mechanisms began to whine as the radium engine came on line and the copper coils began to hum and crackle with power. Smiling, he leaned forward and rested a light hand on Anne Marie's shoulder. "Rest," he said. "I'll handle this from here."
Then he clambered from the car, ignoring his firearm mounted heat rays in favor of the heavy revolver he now held. Rioters and Machine-Men alike turned to stare at him, and he drew himself up under their gaze. "Good evening. J am Professir Algernon Swift, and I am now prepared to formaally accept the surrender of the so-called Devil King."
Everything seemed to happen at once.
The first to move was a younger-looking man in a dress uniform. His pride stung by the Fraulein's words, moved by the callus way she'd been shit, he tore his dress saber from it's scabbard and swung a vicious chop at the nearest Machine-Man. He died for his troubles, coldly burned down, but the action was rippling out across the ballroom. Machine-Men suddenly grappled with enraged guests, who shouted "For Germany!" and "For Hitler!"
Wincing, Sam shoved Erik to one side, burning down a Machine-Man who had broken free from its attackers. "Careful," she laughed, shooting another. "Mah dress might be a wreck, but Ah've still - ow - got plans fer y'all."
Colin, meanwhile, had backed towards Kieran. Having served as the flashpoint for the riot, he was in no mood to attract its attention. "Got a plan?" he asked, as he watched the pirate suddenly disarm Yasmine.
"Don't move!" Kieran shouted. "Do as I say or she dies!"
Yasmine laughed. "Foolish boy! What makes you think you can kill me?"
"The heat ray in your back?" suggested Colin.
She snorted. "Your Ranger already killed me once." The blank mask regarded him impassively. "The body I wore, that is. And yet, I remain." She laughed again. "I am legion, my pretty captains!"
And then a car exploded through the glass wall.
Professor Swift braced himself as well as he could, assembling the final elements of his device as Madame LaMonte sent the car bouncing across the lawn. Glancing up, he saw the hall approaching at speed and redoubled his efforts. Then the car jolted as it ramped up stairs and struck a wall at full speed. Metal smashed and protested, but the frames round the french windows surrendered before foreward mimentum.
As the car skidded to a halt, he flipped three switches in rapid succession. The mechanisms began to whine as the radium engine came on line and the copper coils began to hum and crackle with power. Smiling, he leaned forward and rested a light hand on Anne Marie's shoulder. "Rest," he said. "I'll handle this from here."
Then he clambered from the car, ignoring his firearm mounted heat rays in favor of the heavy revolver he now held. Rioters and Machine-Men alike turned to stare at him, and he drew himself up under their gaze. "Good evening. J am Professir Algernon Swift, and I am now prepared to formaally accept the surrender of the so-called Devil King."