Duck and Cover

*Gizmo blocks the blow and pushes Davide back several feet. "Impressive. You have strength. But without focus it is wasted. Try again."

OOC: For some reason, I always wind up doing this. Not sure why.

Davide enters in frenesi and atack again ..

*Zode(that's what I want my username to be, but it won't change when I want it to) enters the room and blasts his bfg right into the center of the room*

Avenger enters the arena, takes a quick glance around,
*Brushes the dust from his armoured leather waistcoat*
, while Zode Fires his Single Shot from the BFG, as the round bites into the flesh of the other brawlers, Avenger takes his one and only chance.

Leaping the small chickenwire barricade surrounding the Arena in one bound,
*Avenger runs up to Zode and Disarms him with a Solid right hook to the Jaw,(a snapping sound indictaes to him, that Zode wont be talking no shit for a while) and a vicious shoulder charge, knocking Zode and the Bfg to the ground....

*zode rolls, but rolls too far away from the BFG. Zode awaits the next action of his opponent, only hoping that the outcome will be favorable for him*

Avenger sees Zode hesitate as he rolls away from the BFG and took his opportunity,

Avenger leaps into the air swinging his right leg towards Zode who's looking like a deer in the headlights of a juggernaught.

the Kick falls short of zodes chin and strikes his chest knocking the wind of him, zode Stumbles back....

Avenger notices a laser dot playing over Zodes face as he regains his balance.
Silent Trigger (completely unheard of until now) had entered. A smirk crosses his face as he relishes the moment before squeezing the trigger of the titanium cased mk IX murder pistol, the scene in front of him reflected in his mirror-tinted sunglasses.

Avenger Does a backflip! *lands on his ass* knowing that a good punch is useless against a bullet....

An evil grin replaces the smirk across Silent Trigger's face as he changes his aim towards Avenger, who seems to be making a futile attempt to get away, the laser dot pin-pointed on Avengers chest.

'So much for the waist-coat, now its your waste-coat.....hahhahahahh dieeeee!!!!'

Silent Trigger pulls the trigger, firing a projectile directly into Avengers chest.

While Struggleing backwards like an upside down maniac spider, the Bullet Strikes, penetrating the Leather armour but slowing it sufficiently enough not to be fatal,

a lung pops.

Avenger bowled over like so many pins gasps, wheezes and crawls behind a barrel convieniently left in the corner of the arena.....

Bored with the pistol, Silent Trigger throws it to the ground, and reaches behind him to pull out a bowie knife.

He advances on the 'convieniently' placed barrel in the corner, where his prey is hiding.

'I'm gonna ram this up your arse you scampering little weasel.'

As Silent Trigger kneels down to avenger he hears the whistle of a bullet roar threw the air, striking him the shoulder blade, blood sprays out from the exit wound spattering avenger. Silent rolls over writhing in agony. He look weakly to where the bullet came from and sees the shadowy figure of Apoc, who is looking at him through the scope of his Hampton Carbine sniper rifle with scilencer. Apoc growls

"Pick on someone your own size, ass-hat."

Using the winded Avenger as a human shield, Silent Trigger gets out the M4A1 assault rifle and starts popping shots at his arch enemy, hoping to turn the s.o.b. into a slice of cheese.

Apoc sprints across the arena desperately avoiding Silent's aim, the bullets kick up the dirt as they miss Apoc. Seeing a crater formed by a previously used missile Apoc dives into it for cover. Silent Trigger watches for Apoc to leave but Apoc will not. If he but moves from his shelter he will be surely mowed down, but now if Silent moves from behind Avenger's brutally injured cadaver Apoc will easily pick him off. We are at a stand off ladies and gentleman. But this time will give Silent Trigger time to heal his injury, and give time for Apoc to wait for Avenger to make a break for it leaving Silent Trigger... out in the open. For now Apoc sits, nibbling a hot baked chocolate muffin... his only source of comfort.

Feeling his back pockets, Silent Trigger can feel a large object.......'hmmmm, a smoke grenade....heheheheheh'.
Silent Trigger, pulls the pin and rolls it ten feet in front of him, smoke starts wafting around, creating an impenetrable screen to the naked eye.

The smoke blurs Apoc's vision and as he hears the sound of Silent's footfall, his heavy paratrooper boots hitting the dirt of the arena Apoc panics. He begins to fire frantically into the smoke, but to no avail. As the smoke begins to clear Silent takes cover behind a burned out car, a mere twelve yard short of Apoc's position. Apoc hears the yell of Silents voice

"Fire in the hole!" As his hand-grenade is hurled threw the air hurtling down towards Apoc's natural entrenchment. Apoc discards his muffins and darts out of the crater just in time as a hail of dust and scrap metal explodes behind him, knocking him off his feet. He clambers back off, but no sooner has he dusted himself off than Silent Trigger is firing his M4A1 assault rifle off, re-assuming his plans to turn Apoc into a human Swiss cheese. Throwing his sniper rifle over his back, Apoc dodges the bullets. But as he cockily performs a cartwheel a bullet cuts threw his shin, and he falls to the ground. But Silent is out of ammunition and begins to frantically reload. Gritting his teeth in pain Apoc takes his chances and snipes at Silent Trigger. The bullet goes threw the empty burned out car windows and lands just above Silent Trigger's previous wound. Silent Trigger falls back, fumbling his assault rifle. Apoc weakly hobbles off and Silent Trigger quiet howls in pain. Apoc mumbles to himself

"Next time... a fucking headshot you father-fucking cumguzzler... next time."

Reaching back on his never-ending belt of military hardware, Silent Trigger runs his hand over a disposable anti-tank rocket launcher.

Taking aim at the moving target of a hobbling, cussing Apoc, Silent Trigger lets loose the rocket. 'Fuck Swiss cheese, how about tomato puree'.
The rocket whistles through the air, it looks as if Apoc has breathed his last.

(OOC): Apoc, don't make other peoples' characters do stuff, it aint fair.

(OOC): Silent, dontcha think its a bit unbelievable that you can carry a missile launcher after being shot in the shoulder? Twice!

Apoc waddles along oblivious to the hiss noise of the missile making its way threw the air. He steps down hard on his foot and pain shoots up his leg, caused by the bullet hole threw his shin, he falls forward and the missile flies over him! Silent gawps in shock and begins cussing whilst blood treackles down Apoc white Tesco's socks, and onto his well polished Soviet issue army boots. Rolling over Apoc look skywards dazily and mumbles to himself

"Lousy swell guy."

OOC: (lmao this is the funniest thread going by far)


Avengers lead scarred armour is discarded, Showing off a 2" hole in his chest, avenger puts his finger in it and looks at the mess around him.

Seriously injured, he manages to Draw a large Machete from the remains of his armour on the ground, Shouts to Silent Trigger "hey PRICK!!!, Knifefight" The Challenge is set.
Avenger hunches over favouring his left side, Right armn clutching at his chest and left arm wielding the machete
*muttering to himself* "use me a fucking human sheild will ya?"