!!0F1cKtqWzCb 03/07/10(Sun)04:14 No.8447374|
The figure advances, all seven feet of it, or him. A gust blow open the slicker, revealing what is clearly power armor beneath. Your shout of "Back the fuck up!" is met with a quizzical stare.
"What'd you say little girl?" He takes a step forward.
You panic, bring the shotgun up from within the parka. The man speaks "Hey now, no reason for anyone to get hurt, put it down before I break you in half."
"Calm down, Just calm down. I've been through to much shit tonight to deal a mugging."
The man looks to you, then the gun, then you again. He pauses, doing nothing for a few moments, then nods for some reason.
Then he lunges. The shotgun goes off as you collide, he grunts, but the blast seems to have done nothing to slow him down. An armored hand pins your gun to the pavement at an awkward angle, and another begins you press against your throat. You can't wriggle free, he has a couple hundred pounds and a lot of augmented strength on his side.
Your vision starts to swim, you go for your pistol with your other hand, press it against a seam near his hip and lay pn the trigger. He groans, the gun is jerked out of your hand. He's still squeezing, but now he throws in a knee for good measure.
You start to black out, and your register your maker stacks coming online.