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 Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 6:55 am
The woman groaned and passed into unconsciousness.
Anatoly, in the meantime, heard a foot scuff behind him. Primed as he was, Giga-Arm activated and Anatoly spun, a powerful strike landing on the wall and blowing it into pieces.
Of course, it could never be that easy, and Anatoly felt a body-numbing attack land on his back.
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Posted: Fri Jan 15, 2010 7:46 pm
Anatoly fell limply to the ground from the strike. Suppressing a groan, he rolled over and got to his feet. Silently seeking a wall to put his back to, he prepared himself to roll sideways if he heard a noise.
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Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2010 3:18 pm
Anatoly had a hard time finding support, as he had destroyed the nearest wall with a strike from Giga-Arm. Before he could fully situate himself, Anatoly felt another attack whiz over his shoulder, though it didn't hit.
It seemed to have come from his right, though the distance was unknown. He could hear no noises.
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Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2010 4:32 pm
Anatoly slowly slid forward, keeping Pitch Black centered away from him. No need to give himself away like that. He kept Giga Arm up to his right and covered his head with his left arm, ready for an unseen attack as he moved for cover.
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Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2010 9:13 pm
Anatoly managed to find his way over to a low wall, due in part to the fact that he had centered Pitch Black away from himself. He heard several attacks land in its remote center, though as he made the final move for cover a long-thrown shot hit his foot, numbing it.
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Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2010 9:20 pm
Anatoly grimaced and clenched his teeth as he stumbled, catching himself against the wall. He crouched and put his back to it as the feeling returned and began to move Pitch Black away from him, ready to drop it and focus on his defense at any moment. Giga Arm was ready to overcharge and eliminate the final enemy at full speed and power if he could only spot him.
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Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2010 9:21 pm
Of course he couldn't spot the opponent; Pitch Black was designed to absorb all light.
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 2:13 am
So his enemy, it seemed, was definitely within the bounds of pitch black. He readied the Lighting Mysticker and dropped Pitch Black, prepared to fire on his opponent the second the man became visible.
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 5:50 pm
The darkness faded. Anatoly saw the man at the same time that the man saw him. Before Anatoly could react, the man threw an arm forward, and there was a slight pulse in the air. Already primed, Anatoly launched his lightning forward just as the force wave hit him in the chest.
The two flew away from each other, the man smoking with a burn on his chest and Anatoly barely breathing, his entire body completely numb and his head full of static. It was unclear who, if anyone, would get up first.
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 6:04 pm
"Sonofabitch," Anatoly groaned, panting. He wasn't in pain. That would require him to be able to feel his body. He stared to his side, at Giga-Arm. He couldn't feel when he turned it on or off, so he left it off for the moment. Without his natural awareness of the relative locations of his body and limbs, his movements were clumsy and awkward at best. He failed to get up twice, then made a point of looking at his limbs. Slowly, he advanced on his opponent, stumbling forward one step at a time. About halfway there the feeling began to return and the dull, painful throb almost floored him again. He activated Giga Arm as he finally stood over his opponent - when did I get here - and allowed himself to fall with it upon his enemy's head. The halfhearted strike would likely cause a concussion and another nonfatal knockout. After the hit, he assumed the fetal position with giga arm disabled as the feeling came back where the strike had hit him.
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 6:11 pm
Indeed, knockout accomplished. Anatoly, however, was on the brink of unconsciousness, due to the combination of diminished oxygen and overpowering pain.
He laid there, staring at the ground, when he heard a footstep. He was too out of it to even turn; he was also exhausted from using so many Stickers so quickly. If this was it, then this was it. He would die having faced six other Blazers. He just hoped it would be quick.
And then he felt something strange through the numbness, confirmed a second later by his vision: he was being lifted. Whoooo, the blood went to his head, his eyes swam, and then he forgot everything.
When he awoke, the sun was about to go down. Anatoly was lying in a bed...somewhere.
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 6:13 pm
Skulltap.
Anatoly immediately checked for it, even as he took in his surroundings.
Is it still there?
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2010 6:05 pm
Nothing. Anatoly had no Stickers.
He also realized that his wrists and ankles were tied to the bedposts.
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2010 8:24 pm
Anatoly was disconcerted by this fact as well as by not realizing it at first. What manner of strange lapse of his attention could have prevented him from noticing that?
He looked at his surroundings, again, and as many times as it would take for Joe to describe them, before waiting for something to happen.
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2010 8:27 pm
Anatoly hadn't noticed because the ropes were nylon, and tied snugly but not tightly; it was not at all uncomfortable unless he tried to move quickly.
There was only a single window, partially covered by a curtain, to illuminate the dark room he was in. His bed was in one corner, the window on the wall adjacent. It looked like a small hotel room, with a desk in the opposite corner, a door beside it (closed), and not much in the way of decoration.
He could hear pacing in the next room. It slowed, then stopped. Before Anatoly could determine what that meant, the door opened and a masked figure stepped in. With a sinking feeling, Anatoly realized that this person was wearing camouflage pants and a bandoleer.
They were also wielding a large combat knife. And walking his way.
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