The Duel
the two fighters were no longer facing one another. the small red and black suit zigzagged away gazzelle-like from the larger midnight-blue monster of a suit that chased it--spitting death from the shoulder mounted coilgun as it came. with lightning quickness, the smaller suit executed a tight ground roll, then shot away leaving a trail of burning grass from it's jet boosters. half a tree collapsed under the barrage of ring-penetrators that flew from the blue giant. the little red and black suit half flew/half fell down into the ravine it had been skirting. as the suit ran across the walled flat on the floor of the ravine, it was tracked by an arm laser...small tendrils of smoke started to rise from the heated enamel of the red painted shoulder. just as the enamel started cracking under the attentions of the painting laser, the small suit dived behind a mound of dirt.
there was a pause in the action as the two suits faced each other, not moving. without shifting position, the larger suit lashed out with a grenade from it's other shoulder. after a few moments, the blue suit started casually skirting the top of the ridge. as soon as it made to stop it's stalking, the red and black warrior popped up over the top of the knoll and started firing with it's own coilgun. the giant tried to dodge by flying into the air. this only gave the other suit a better line of sight, as it hammerd the blue carapace of it's attacker with round after round from it's gun. the big blue suit crashed into the ground with in a fountain of dirt and sod like a meteor and refused to move until prodded by the arm laser of it's opponent.
as the mountainous blue suit ground to it's feet, mechanical blood sprayed from it's damaged leg. it limped to the cover of some trees and propped itself up against the trunk of a mighty redwood. the smaller suit trudged carfully after the giant. there was a blinding flash as the red and black suit approached the trees--throwing the small unit fifty feet onto it's back. the flames were the only movement for nearly ten minutes. slowly, a blackened hand wiped the debris from the face shield of the suit that was now only red and black on the back. the small champion rose to it's feet and began to walk back to the staging area...and a long nap.
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4Comments:
nice..
the 3 different perspectives made for an interesting and entertaining read.
love yer comment on poetry @ Medusastoned
thanks for stopping by at my blog. i looooooooooove the wy you write, and especially i loved the "mechanical blood"
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