2012-07-23, 09:21 AM (ISO 8601)
Bugbear in the Playground
Re: [Rail IC] Academy City III: Abusive Physics Never End!
"What is this thing?!"
Originally Posted by Duos
That was a question to which Moroe would dearly have liked an answer. Whatever this fanged monstrosity was, it made Kojima's creations look like plasticine models. She clambered to her feet after being thrown across the room, panting heavily. Though she'd barely started 'fighting', she could already feel her muscles starting to ache. It was taking everything her body had just to stay alive from moment to moment. If it hadn't been for her unusually compartmentalised mind, she would barely have been able to think.
"At a rough estimate, I have less than 30 seconds to live. Time to brainstorm..."
Could she reach the exit? No. If her movements became that predictable, she'd be caught. Could she hide? Not a chance. Fake her death? Not against something clearly looking for a fresh meal. Even as she eliminated these options, her rifle spat out another useless volley. There was something morbidly fascinating about watching a living(?) creature shrug off sustained gunfire as if it was nothing. Seriously, how could something this manoeuvrable be so completely unstoppab-
Wait. Wait wait wait. Just in time, Moroe sensed the trap in her own thoughts. How did she know that she couldn't defeat this creature, when she'd barely even tried? Up until now, she'd been firing more or less at random, while desperately dodging its attacks. Now, though, she saw the futility of such tactics. She couldn't run, hide or surrender, so staying on the defensive served no purpose but to delay her death for another few seconds. She'd seen this before, in others who'd succumbed to fear. They stopped thinking about how to win, and just became obsessed with surviving. They threw away their chances in the pursuit of 'safety', never realising that they were nailing their own coffins shut. Well, Ishimaru Moroe wasn't going to make the same mistake.
With new-found focus, she gazed at the creature which was slowly advancing on her. With it going at this speed, she no longer needed to devote all her energy to defence. For whatever reason, it had given her time to act. She decided to use this time to level her rifle at its horrific maw, wait for that mouth to open, and fire straight into it. Now she would find out if this thing's armour was as tough on the inside; And if it was, well, she'd just try something else. If she died here, it would be while fighting for every last chance she could get.