Post by ghostlight on Jun 6, 2009 0:50:12 GMT -5
The sudden noise below brought him back to reality; somebody was here and didn’t belong. He stood and turned in one fluid movement, the world seemed to slow. The scream of an M134 filled the room as the desk seemingly melted away, in a rapid succession Giddien fired his remains four shells. Targeting vital points as he jumped, using the desk to vault forward. Cocking and trying to fire again, the weapon was empty, still in the air he slung the empty weapon at the closest man smashing his face and dropping him to the ground.
Landing with a roll he had drawn his knife and hand gun, they did there bloody work with great ease, slipping under the defense of one, he put the barrel of the gun to the man’s kneecap and fired, as he did so turning he sank the blade of the knife into the side of the next mans chest.
Standing, Giddien kicked out catching another in the chest and knocking him back, firing three shots in rapped succession into the falling man’s face. Giddien stumbled back as he caught several shots in the chest and shoulder from the fifth mans M-4. Giddien charged, dropping his weapons he gripped the man’s throat, the M-4 was pinned between them. Giddien drew his head back and slamming the heavy metal mask against the troopers face. A sick crunch filled the room as the man crumbled to the floor; Giddien crouched and picked up his knife and the fallen M-4, “hello my new friend” looking up at the last man, “You guys have some nice and shiny toys...”
Landing with a roll he had drawn his knife and hand gun, they did there bloody work with great ease, slipping under the defense of one, he put the barrel of the gun to the man’s kneecap and fired, as he did so turning he sank the blade of the knife into the side of the next mans chest.
Standing, Giddien kicked out catching another in the chest and knocking him back, firing three shots in rapped succession into the falling man’s face. Giddien stumbled back as he caught several shots in the chest and shoulder from the fifth mans M-4. Giddien charged, dropping his weapons he gripped the man’s throat, the M-4 was pinned between them. Giddien drew his head back and slamming the heavy metal mask against the troopers face. A sick crunch filled the room as the man crumbled to the floor; Giddien crouched and picked up his knife and the fallen M-4, “hello my new friend” looking up at the last man, “You guys have some nice and shiny toys...”