Post by The Great MM on Jul 21, 2012 12:45:42 GMT -5
Inside the cockpit of the genocidal war machine, Adler Maynor switched off the warning lights as more crimson streams fell from his helmet. The recent fall made his head bang off the side again, widening the wound, possibly giving him a concussion. He snarled, vowing death to this arrogant American. He looked on as Riptide stood tall… stood mighty… stood patriotic!
And it pissed the German-born Nazi off!
Hands clenching into fists, he smashed them into the controls! The four laser ports tipping each part of the swastika surged with power before four, thin lasers launched. They struck the exposed chest cavity of the mech, making it tumble back. They cut through cables and gears alike, making the machine’s eyes flicker again. Riptide stumbled back, smoke and sparks spewing from the chest wound once again.
Inside, as the American struggled against the power shortages, Heidenreich stood up! With surprising speed, he charged forward. He lifted his foot in mid-distance and thrust forward, planting the heel into Riptide’s face! The American defender fell back with Heidenreich’s foot on top of its skull, pinning it to the ground. Keeping the mech down, Adler began to stomp his opponent’s skull!
Once… twice… three times… four… five… six… seven… eight…. Each blow caved in the face even further. The ninth time crushed in the top jaw and broke the bottom clean off! The eye completely shattered, spewing sparks and flames into the leg of the Nazi.
The UCA voice began to call out, “Maynor Adler, enough! Stop this attack!”
Adler snarled at such an idea. He lifted the heel of his machine again and smashed it down as hard as it could possibly go, fracturing the face plate of Riptide. Sparks and chards of steel erupted in every direction as the Nazi threatened to crush the head and the pilot inside. With the innards of the face now exposed, Heidenreich lowered his hands… readying to fire his Flammenwerfers point blank, hoping to burn the pilot alive for his sins against the Third Reich.
(OOC: Yeah, I’m getting DQed here. This match made me realize Heidenreich is in dire need of some more firepower.)
And it pissed the German-born Nazi off!
Hands clenching into fists, he smashed them into the controls! The four laser ports tipping each part of the swastika surged with power before four, thin lasers launched. They struck the exposed chest cavity of the mech, making it tumble back. They cut through cables and gears alike, making the machine’s eyes flicker again. Riptide stumbled back, smoke and sparks spewing from the chest wound once again.
Inside, as the American struggled against the power shortages, Heidenreich stood up! With surprising speed, he charged forward. He lifted his foot in mid-distance and thrust forward, planting the heel into Riptide’s face! The American defender fell back with Heidenreich’s foot on top of its skull, pinning it to the ground. Keeping the mech down, Adler began to stomp his opponent’s skull!
Once… twice… three times… four… five… six… seven… eight…. Each blow caved in the face even further. The ninth time crushed in the top jaw and broke the bottom clean off! The eye completely shattered, spewing sparks and flames into the leg of the Nazi.
The UCA voice began to call out, “Maynor Adler, enough! Stop this attack!”
Adler snarled at such an idea. He lifted the heel of his machine again and smashed it down as hard as it could possibly go, fracturing the face plate of Riptide. Sparks and chards of steel erupted in every direction as the Nazi threatened to crush the head and the pilot inside. With the innards of the face now exposed, Heidenreich lowered his hands… readying to fire his Flammenwerfers point blank, hoping to burn the pilot alive for his sins against the Third Reich.
(OOC: Yeah, I’m getting DQed here. This match made me realize Heidenreich is in dire need of some more firepower.)