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Once would be all that Brian would really get a chance for. With a .50 held in one hand, the recoil would kick the gun up too high to place two shots into roughly the same spot (even at that range) without having to take a second to readjust the aim. Angelo would have already gotten ahold of Peppers and jerked him back by his right shoulder; Peppers would have no real chance at aiming at Angelo's left arm, which was behind him, so it can only be assumed that the Hacker was bringing his left across with the gun to fire at Angelo's right arm.

At that range, the slug would dig in, but not make it out the other side of the arm. Blood would gush from the wound and soak the sleeve of the boy's coat, but he would still retain his grip.

Thunk!

Piece of steel + Back of Head x Boy who could crush your scull in the palm of his hand = Teh Pa1n.

'Are you done yet?'

'Done with what?'

'Done being nice.'

'Please... I never-...'

'We both know what he came here for, and what you did.'

'It's not that... it's just...'

'Then why are you still here?'

'...I'm sorry...'

'Okay then. It'll have to be that way, won't it?'

'No! Don't-!'

Peppers had managed to get two slugs into Angelo's right arm, but he still held to the CS f**'s shoulder with a vice grip, despite the blood that now soaked his sleeve down to the elbow. Angelo's own attack had been absorbed partially by some invisible form of head protection, and though rattled, Peppers was still fully concious.


Peppers wouldn't get through a single mispronounced word before he was clubbed over the head again with the gun barrel; then again; then again; and it would continue for almost half a dozen blows in rapid succession. After the fifth blow, he would raise his arm higher, and instead of delivering a blow with the barrel to the back of Peppers' head, he would deliver a crippling punch to the back of the CS f**'s neck, right above the point directly between his shoulders. The force of the impact would be enough to shatter the vertebrae, and would have been able to slam Peppers straight into the ground, as well, if it weren't for the unyeilding grip upon his shoulder that would have nearly torn it out of the socket after that last hit.

"Go to sleep."

Regardless of whether or not Peppers maintained conciousness, the boy would grab another hold upon the back of his belt and then, with one thrust, leap a good 40 feet into the air carrying Peppers with him; the arc carrying them further along the side that they were at.

Kevlar vests did not offer much protection against simple blunt force trauma, even if they did cover the back of the neck rather than just the torso. However, if Peppers had no bones to break, then it was very likely that whatever else he had would suffer grevious damage in proxy... namely, that wire skeleton of his would snap or warp. As Peppers' texture mapped model did not contain any interior filling, but simply surface textures, both of the combattants would find themselves in an awkward and... disturbing position when Angelo actually broke the character model and got his hand stuck inside Peppers' chest.

"'ohly s**t!"

Man... clipping errors sucked.


...which he would; the blasts would push him back a foot or two, as most of the grenades were placed to the front of to one side. Peppers may have been immune, but a block of immunity the size of a grown man certainly makes one kickass meat shield.


Bullets that could kill an elephant, but had proven thusfar that they could not kill a timid boy. If Peppers' were to try and fire with his left hand, he would have a rather invasive interpersonal experience, when Angelo reached inside of the character model's arm and held it in place with a grip upon the wire skeleton. If Peppers' were to try and fire with his right, he would barely be able to move his arm at all, as Angelo still had a tight grip upon the shoulder, but moved it down a few inches to the very top of the upper arm. Without the ability to use his shoulder to move his arm, he was limited to just twisting the forearm, which would not give him enough leeway to aim a shot behind him.

Being in such close quarters with someone who has proven that they can systematically dismember you did not necessarilly bode well for the leetspeaking gunslinger.


Perhaps not, though the beeping was becoming quite annoying. He was still near the f**, though, intertwined really, and he had no intention of letting to before the job was done.

With his left hand full of wire, and his right wrapped around Peppers' arm, the boy came to a decision about his opponent: He was not a person, he was not alive, and he was not real. As such, there was no remorse felt when the boy began to tear apart the wireframe skeleton from the inside; starting with the shoulder and arm with the intent to remove it, then moving on to the lower torso with the plan to disable the legs.

There was always a first time for everything.

The way that a bomb works is both simple and complex at the same time. When a bomb explodes, what is happening is very similar to how a gun is fired, but without the bullet. The charge detonates, consuming the propellant through an extremely rapid burn; this burn produces a massive amount of heat in a very short time, as well as expelling large amounts of superheated gas as a by-product of the chemical reaction. In addition to the superheated air that now surrounds where the device used to be, these gasses are expanding rapidly, and they 'explode' outwards with violent force. As the explosion expands, the force exerted by the gasses drops exponentially; while at the origin it is the most intense. The concept behind a fragmentation grenade (or frag grenade) is just this: the shell casing is designed to splinter into dozens of pieces of shrapnel upon detonation, which fire out in all directions. However, for a charge that is nothing but pure propellant (as this example is: a block of C4), there would be no shrapnel ready-made into the bomb, so any that there is would have to be produced by tearing apart solid objects near the origin.

What this leaves us with is the aftereffects of a high-power explosive in our current situation. As there were no objects laying around, or fragmenting casing to shatter when the charge exploded, any shrapnel it might pick up would have to have been torn from Peppers' own body; there was no possibility of a chunk of concrete, a chipped stone, or a splinter of wood to serve as such shrapnel, as they were in a 300' wide sand pit.

We are left with a powerful shockwave of violently expanding outwards force caused by the rapid expansion of gasses... and a flash of heat; not sustained heat, simply a flash. At most this heat would be enough to give 2nd or 3rd degree burns over the exposed skin of a normal human being (this is, of course, if we conveniently forget about how he would be torn asunder by the shockwave); as for this boy, he would recieve the burns. Some 1st degree, some 2nd, but nothing too severe. Next, we deal with the matter of the shockwave. Without shrapnel to deliver lacerations, there is no slashing or piercing damage to account for (to categorize things in terms of D&D, and the 3 physical forms of damage that they lump weapon damage into), only blunt force; the single least effective type of attack against this particular boy.

Now, our asside finished, we resume the narration:



" eek Shi- burning_eyes "

As the explosive went off, the boy would be thrown backwards violently; a massive wall of force suddenly slamming into him and driving him back. While he didn't go sailing, it was more than enough force to lift the boy's three-hundred and sixty-some pound frame several feet into the air; and enough to send him flying back at least two dozen feet before he landed bass-ackwards in the sand.

He was a little confused, quite a bit dazed, and in a moment he would begin coughing up a fit due to the heavy blow to the chest he had just recieved combined with the inhalation of a superheated gas; which was none too pleasant on his respiratories.

Man, Player 1 must have been lagging out something fierce while all of this happened.

Were that the case, everything would be hunky-dorie. Except that Peppers' narrator had forgotten one thing; Counter-Strike was fake. But that was completely besides the point.

If Peppers could manage to outrun an explosion, he'd certainly make it across the arena in time to nab his gun and take a few carefully aimed shots at the boy who was miraculously suspended in midair... traveling backwards at the rate of speed of something that had just been hit with an explosion. Otherwise, Angelo would have hit the ground long before Peppers had managed to run to where his X had been laid down; somewhere in the general direction of the opposite end of the area if any guess at their current position was somewhere near accurate.

So, anyways, the kid got up, and despite being dazed it's generally a noticable thing when someone spawns upon himself a gun the size of a trash can; then points it at you.

Rather than sit there like a dingus, however, the kid promptly regained his footing and blew off in a B line towards Peppers.




(( *Resisting the urge to write 'Lag out' and go on with my life.* xp ))

Post eaten edit: twice, attempting to recreate.


(( And lo, from down high the lord God did say "get your a** in gear"... and it was.

Despite the shameless amounts of time I had to spend referencing things, asking questions, and watching Half-Life vids on YouTube simply to understand the concept of this weapon and the real-world fundamentals behind it in order to get a somewhat accurate idea of how to react to it... ))




Not as large as one might think.

No matter how the weapon functioned in taking off health or armor points in Half-Life, or where the hit-boxes in that game were located, and how much power was supposedly behind that gun, one thing remained constant: Angelo was not a polygonal game sprite. The shot would go in one side, then out the other, leaving a small amount of kick, a puncture relatively one centimeter in diameter, and a bit of steam as (due to infferences by the bright 'beam' emitted in the weapon graphic) the wound had been seared in the process. There would, however, be no massive spray of blood and gore, as collateral tissue damage would be significantly less in a 'unique' individual such as Angelo as it would have been in a human. A body as dense, hard, and solid as his had much less of a tendancy to liquify as a soft human body, and also had much less of a tendancy to shatter as a block of concrete; the boy was very well constructed.

One thing that the narrator noticed during his video watching... firing the Gauss/Tau in the charged up state created a 'bunnyhop' effect; when pointed at the ground a character would be launched in a certain direction true, but when fired normally the character would be launched back, as well.

Regardless, by the time that the gun would be charged again in order to perform such a bunnyhop, the boy would have closed the gap; and when Peppers tried to launch himself off the ground he would be met midair, about twenty feet off the ground, when the boy tackled him.

As a CS f**, Peppers would be well aquainted with the most annoying internet phenomena in recent history, and would also have no clue as to why nobody laughed when he spouted them time and time again... however, as the Tau Cannon had failed to bring the boy down, and the shots that he fired from the Desert Eagle seemed to have almost no effect in slowing the boy's advancement, one such phenomenon might spring to mind.

I'm the Juggernaut, b***h.

Without hesitation Angelo not only slammed into Peppers at a full run, but grasped a tight hold upon his chest area; picking him up from the ground and carrying him. His arms were held up about shoulder level, with the elbows out, and he tried to grip Peppers near the armpits in order to inhibit the range of motion in the f**'s arms.

However, despite whatever Peppers would throw at him, he just kept right on running, even when he carried Peppers straight over the X.