The color of red sprays itself onto his white mask, teeth clenched, the stench of rust penetrated through the filters of his helmet, blood.
Blood for the Universal Union.
Blood for an alien empire he has no likes to in appearance or language.
Blood for the eradication OF THE HUMAN RACE.
Seeing the electrical charge of the stunstick die, he looked back at the broken face of the lifeless person. Shards of bone mixed tears of flesh that caked the ocean colored wall. This made the stench of Combine metal stronger, unified, it will be the perfect glue for the many glorious foundations of his Empire. Frowning at the energy spent out of the baton, he holstered it, hearing the click on his duty belt hold the light weight of the weapon for now.
Anger like burning oil, wincing at the notion that there would be more to kill, ever eager to take more.
Craving for the tributes of fear.
No matter, more come to die.
The crunches of multiple footsteps echoed along the corner of the hallway. Picking up his spoil of war from the body's arms, an MP5, gripping the stock of the weapon on his right hand. Turning his head between the body and the hallway, he rushed to his first victim once again. Pulling out one of the fingers hearing the wet SCHLUCK as it detached from its owner. The finger rested in his hands, the combat stimms of his suit's dispenser rushed into his mind, feeling it pulse ever quick for death. "Be still my heart" he muttered, curling up the detached finger as soon as the view of his enemies came into view and jamming it into the trigger of the MP5. Enduring the recoil as it sprayed his hate, with the tenacious grip of his hands on both the grip and the fore end avoiding the trigger.
REBELS, his mind spawned many reasons for their deaths. The soul depraved of empathy for humanity, this world was without reason before the Combine came and now he has purpose.
As if the sights were his eyes he aimed at the torsos of the first of the three idiots that seek vengeance for their fallen comrade. Wanting them to all suffer, he let the thirteen bullets pass through the LVET Fighter that was charging him. The human body can take many punishments in the chest but the spine was destroyed and as the nerve links died within the opponent he nosedived into the ground. The other two were smart enough to stick to their defense, an RU and an Engineer. He lowered his gun's stock at the hip making the spread of the bullets wider as they rushed at the RU. Managing to block 2 or 4 of the shots but the rest penetrated through his shield and in that sharp pain he discharged his shotgun at the approaching Union.
A quarter of the pellets penetrated the right of the Union's shoulder, the pain was quickly suppressed by the combat stimms, stomping towards the remaining Rebel disregarding the RU slamming into the ground with his web cracked shield. The orange jumpsuit of the Engineer glowing like a practice target, in his hand he was bearing a crowbar and offered a duel beckoning to come with his other hand.
Uncaring of honor the Union caught the Engineer in surprise and grabbed his arm that held his tool pinning it to a wall as the Engineer shouted from the pain of fractured bone. The Union, forcing the Engineer to the ground, with his foot he cracked the black lensed goggles that the Engineer wore. creating an opening and pushing the glass into his vulnerable eye.
The Union reached for the flaregun on the side of his thigh, and crouched down at the screaming Rebel, pulling the trigger that sent the flare through the goggle's frame and into his glass ridden eye. The blood curling screams of pain was let out as the flare melted into his head. The Union pinned the Rebel's head with his right boot as if closing a lid to boiling soup.
The color of red sprays itself onto his white mask, teeth clenched, the stench of rust penetrated through the filters of his helmet, blood.
Blood for the Universal Union.
Blood for an alien empire he has no likes to in appearance or language.
Blood for the eradication OF THE HUMAN RACE.
Seeing the electrical charge of the stunstick die, he looked back at the broken face of the lifeless person. Shards of bone mixed tears of flesh that caked the ocean colored wall. This made the stench of Combine metal stronger, unified, it will be the perfect glue for the many glorious foundations of his Empire. Frowning at the energy spent out of the baton, he holstered it, hearing the click on his duty belt hold the light weight of the weapon for now.
Anger like burning oil, wincing at the notion that there would be more to kill, ever eager to take more.
Craving for the tributes of fear.
No matter, more come to die.
The crunches of multiple footsteps echoed along the corner of the hallway. Picking up his spoil of war from the body's arms, an MP5, gripping the stock of the weapon on his right hand. Turning his head between the body and the hallway, he rushed to his first victim once again. Pulling out one of the fingers hearing the wet SCHLUCK as it detached from its owner. The finger rested in his hands, the combat stimms of his suit's dispenser rushed into his mind, feeling it pulse ever quick for death. "Be still my heart" he muttered, curling up the detached finger as soon as the view of his enemies came into view and jamming it into the trigger of the MP5. Enduring the recoil as it sprayed his hate, with the tenacious grip of his hands on both the grip and the fore end avoiding the trigger.
REBELS, his mind spawned many reasons for their deaths. The soul depraved of empathy for humanity, this world was without reason before the Combine came and now he has purpose.
As if the sights were his eyes he aimed at the torsos of the first of the three idiots that seek vengeance for their fallen comrade. Wanting them to all suffer, he let the thirteen bullets pass through the LVET Fighter that was charging him. The human body can take many punishments in the chest but the spine was destroyed and as the nerve links died within the opponent he nosedived into the ground. The other two were smart enough to stick to their defense, an RU and an Engineer. He lowered his gun's stock at the hip making the spread of the bullets wider as they rushed at the RU. Managing to block 2 or 4 of the shots but the rest penetrated through his shield and in that sharp pain he discharged his shotgun at the approaching Union.
A quarter of the pellets penetrated the right of the Union's shoulder, the pain was quickly suppressed by the combat stimms, stomping towards the remaining Rebel disregarding the RU slamming into the ground with his web cracked shield. The orange jumpsuit of the Engineer glowing like a practice target, in his hand he was bearing a crowbar and offered a duel beckoning to come with his other hand.
Uncaring of honor the Union caught the Engineer in surprise and grabbed his arm that held his tool pinning it to a wall as the Engineer shouted from the pain of fractured bone. The Union, forcing the Engineer to the ground, with his foot he cracked the black lensed goggles that the Engineer wore. creating an opening and pushing the glass into his vulnerable eye.
The Union reached for the flaregun on the side of his thigh, and crouched down at the screaming Rebel, pulling the trigger that sent the flare through the goggle's frame and into his glass ridden eye. The blood curling screams of pain was let out as the flare melted into his head. The Union pinned the Rebel's head with his right boot as if closing a lid to boiling soup.
He let go as soon as he stopped moving.