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From "Blood Legacy" by Michael A. Stackpole
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As dark smoke poured from the hole in the Executioner's chest, Phelan leaped his 'Mech up onto the ridge line he'd been using for cover to bring his autocannon into play. Vlad turned his 'Mech to meet Phelan head-on. Without a second's hesitation, all weapons oriented on their targets. At 200 meters, the two warriors let everything fly.
Phelan's paired flights of missiles shot from the Lone Wolf's shoulders, drawing gray contrail lines in the air. Missiles chipped away at the armor over the Executioner's heart and blasted armor from its right leg. More missiles poured through the hole in its right side and yet others chopped into the armor at the 'Mech's left shoulder.
Bracketed by the missile tracks, the trio of pulse lasers found their target easily. One drilled a hole through the Executioner's right arm, evaporating its last armor. The second sent a stream of molten ceramic coursing down the 'Mech's left leg. The last blasted a staggered line of holes down the 'Mech's face in a crude parody of Vlad's own scar.
Phelan's autocannon tracked poorly and ripped away all but the last bit of armor on the Executioner's right leg. The Gauss rifle's argent sphere pulverized the armor on the 'Mech's left arm, sending jagged sheets of it to the sand. Though the fire laid much of the arm bare, it did not destroy the Executioner's own Gauss rifle.
Vlad's return fire rattled and shook the Lone Wolf, leaving Phelan feeling like a rock being shaken in a tin can. The first Gauss rifle slug blasted into the Lone Wolf's left arm, snapping the limb off at the elbow and spinning the 'Mech to the left. Phelan's Gauss rifle careened off to explode down in the trench he'd previously used for cover.
With his altered priorities in place, the Executioner's battle computer cycled through his lasers before it got to his remaining Gauss rifle. The pulse laser in the shattered right breast stitched a half-dozen steaming holes in the Lone Wolf's right leg. The other two pulse lasers both melted a deep hole in Phelan's right flank. The Executioner's large laser lanced its red beam through the left side of the Lone Wolf's chest as Phelan brought his machine back under control and turned it to face Vlad.
The Executioner's right-arm Gauss rifle spat out a hunk of metal about thirty centimeters in diameter. Nothing more than a silver blur, it shot straight into the middle of the Lone Wolf's chest. Phelan's teeth smashed together as the whole torso pitched up, jamming him down into the command couch.
Phelan's paired flights of missiles shot from the Lone Wolf's shoulders, drawing gray contrail lines in the air. Missiles chipped away at the armor over the Executioner's heart and blasted armor from its right leg. More missiles poured through the hole in its right side and yet others chopped into the armor at the 'Mech's left shoulder.
Bracketed by the missile tracks, the trio of pulse lasers found their target easily. One drilled a hole through the Executioner's right arm, evaporating its last armor. The second sent a stream of molten ceramic coursing down the 'Mech's left leg. The last blasted a staggered line of holes down the 'Mech's face in a crude parody of Vlad's own scar.
Phelan's autocannon tracked poorly and ripped away all but the last bit of armor on the Executioner's right leg. The Gauss rifle's argent sphere pulverized the armor on the 'Mech's left arm, sending jagged sheets of it to the sand. Though the fire laid much of the arm bare, it did not destroy the Executioner's own Gauss rifle.
Vlad's return fire rattled and shook the Lone Wolf, leaving Phelan feeling like a rock being shaken in a tin can. The first Gauss rifle slug blasted into the Lone Wolf's left arm, snapping the limb off at the elbow and spinning the 'Mech to the left. Phelan's Gauss rifle careened off to explode down in the trench he'd previously used for cover.
With his altered priorities in place, the Executioner's battle computer cycled through his lasers before it got to his remaining Gauss rifle. The pulse laser in the shattered right breast stitched a half-dozen steaming holes in the Lone Wolf's right leg. The other two pulse lasers both melted a deep hole in Phelan's right flank. The Executioner's large laser lanced its red beam through the left side of the Lone Wolf's chest as Phelan brought his machine back under control and turned it to face Vlad.
The Executioner's right-arm Gauss rifle spat out a hunk of metal about thirty centimeters in diameter. Nothing more than a silver blur, it shot straight into the middle of the Lone Wolf's chest. Phelan's teeth smashed together as the whole torso pitched up, jamming him down into the command couch.
Then again, "Both combatants had alphaed each other's CT and cored it", would have been too short.
Edited by El Bandito, 09 August 2015 - 06:47 PM.
