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Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2018 5:36:47 GMT
Despite his state-of-the-art enhancements and the shock absorbing qualities of his power armor, Mike could feel the force of his strikes against the freak's thick hide. Every heavy blow sent a wave along his limbs, and the vibrations seemed strong enough to shake the fillings out of his teeth. It was no wonder the team from before couldn't put a single scratch on him with their own weapons. If he could stay standing after being slapped around like that, they'd have to bring in much stronger firepower than 5.56. May as well have attacked him with a pellet gun.
Shortly after driving his knee into the creature's gut, Mike felt the impact of two clawed clubs crashing down on his shoulders before his mind could register his opponent's movement. It was strong, fast, and could take a hit. Taking it out was going to be a lot more difficult than anticipated. The HUD projected on the face of his visor sent out a puncture warning, highlighting the area currently occupied by Croc's unusually large hands. Mike didn't doubt the integrity of his armor for a second, but he wasn't going to wait and see how the situation would play out. In this business, hesitation got you killed.
Before he was able to launch a counter in order to free himself, Mike could only watch as the freak's jaws seemed to unhinge and travel towards him.
And then, there was darkness.
Mike found himself standing naked and alone, surrounded by slick cushions of flesh. The scent of putrid flesh and disjointed viscera filled his nostrils and clung to the back of his throat. There was a rhythmic pulse to the mucous lined entrails that threatened to knock him off balance as the walls of organic material began to close in all around him.
He tried to take a step forward, but his feet were trapped. He looked down to see that they weren't the metal enhancements he had grown so used to. He could feel the thick slime between his wriggling toes, he could feel the sweat dripping from his palms, and he slowly began to feel the pain of digestive fluids beginning to eat away at his exposed flesh.
The more he fought, the deeper he sank until the flesh beneath rose up to his knees. Every second, the cavern's walls continued to close in until he had no option other than to press his palms against them in one last vain attempt to save himself.
Much like the flesh beneath his feet, the innards gave way to the pressure and swallowed his arms up to the shoulders. Not even a second could pass before the same burning sensation started.
At first it felt like warm water trickling along his limbs, yet the sensations only intensified with every passing moment.
Warm.
Hot.
Stinging.
Stabbing.
Burning.
Melting.
Agony.
A sudden shove against Mike's chest snapped him back to reality, just in time for him to see the blue haired former idol attempt to insert herself between the two combatants. She was upset about something, but in his haze, he was unable to fully comprehend the situation. His thoughts were clouded, the adrenaline was flowing. If he had an organic heart, his pulse would be bordering on tachycardia.
With little time to put himself between Kris and the behemoth before her, Mike could only watch through the bile that dripped down his visor as the creature shoved the woman back into the corner she came from.
And Mike was furious.
A primal scream rose up from his throat as he charged in Croc's direction, pavement cracking beneath his feet with every step. He wasn't thinking, he wasn't planning, there was no strategy. The consummate professional he was when the bout first started had vanished, giving way to pure destructive emotion.
Once within swinging distance, Mike dropped his weight and moved to drive his shoulder into his target's waist while hooking his arms around the backs of his legs. From there, he would attempt to pull them up towards him; hoping for a successful double-leg takedown.
If he managed to put the monster on its back, Mike would straddle him and begin raining blow after savage blow until his knuckles slammed into the gore-filled crater that used to be his head
@croc Gensokyo Girl
Shortly after driving his knee into the creature's gut, Mike felt the impact of two clawed clubs crashing down on his shoulders before his mind could register his opponent's movement. It was strong, fast, and could take a hit. Taking it out was going to be a lot more difficult than anticipated. The HUD projected on the face of his visor sent out a puncture warning, highlighting the area currently occupied by Croc's unusually large hands. Mike didn't doubt the integrity of his armor for a second, but he wasn't going to wait and see how the situation would play out. In this business, hesitation got you killed.
Before he was able to launch a counter in order to free himself, Mike could only watch as the freak's jaws seemed to unhinge and travel towards him.
And then, there was darkness.
Mike found himself standing naked and alone, surrounded by slick cushions of flesh. The scent of putrid flesh and disjointed viscera filled his nostrils and clung to the back of his throat. There was a rhythmic pulse to the mucous lined entrails that threatened to knock him off balance as the walls of organic material began to close in all around him.
He tried to take a step forward, but his feet were trapped. He looked down to see that they weren't the metal enhancements he had grown so used to. He could feel the thick slime between his wriggling toes, he could feel the sweat dripping from his palms, and he slowly began to feel the pain of digestive fluids beginning to eat away at his exposed flesh.
The more he fought, the deeper he sank until the flesh beneath rose up to his knees. Every second, the cavern's walls continued to close in until he had no option other than to press his palms against them in one last vain attempt to save himself.
Much like the flesh beneath his feet, the innards gave way to the pressure and swallowed his arms up to the shoulders. Not even a second could pass before the same burning sensation started.
At first it felt like warm water trickling along his limbs, yet the sensations only intensified with every passing moment.
Warm.
Hot.
Stinging.
Stabbing.
Burning.
Melting.
Agony.
A sudden shove against Mike's chest snapped him back to reality, just in time for him to see the blue haired former idol attempt to insert herself between the two combatants. She was upset about something, but in his haze, he was unable to fully comprehend the situation. His thoughts were clouded, the adrenaline was flowing. If he had an organic heart, his pulse would be bordering on tachycardia.
With little time to put himself between Kris and the behemoth before her, Mike could only watch through the bile that dripped down his visor as the creature shoved the woman back into the corner she came from.
And Mike was furious.
A primal scream rose up from his throat as he charged in Croc's direction, pavement cracking beneath his feet with every step. He wasn't thinking, he wasn't planning, there was no strategy. The consummate professional he was when the bout first started had vanished, giving way to pure destructive emotion.
Once within swinging distance, Mike dropped his weight and moved to drive his shoulder into his target's waist while hooking his arms around the backs of his legs. From there, he would attempt to pull them up towards him; hoping for a successful double-leg takedown.
If he managed to put the monster on its back, Mike would straddle him and begin raining blow after savage blow until his knuckles slammed into the gore-filled crater that used to be his head
@croc Gensokyo Girl
