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The Rise and Fall of the Flood Chapter 10
Posted By: BlackValkyire<BlackValkyire@aol.com>
Date: 16 October 2003, 12:39 AM
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The overlord was NOT happy. Not only were the forerunner beginning to become more drastic and ferocious in every battle, but they were pushing forward towards the caves were the flood had once been imprisioned. Once there, they could use the locator controls to find the overlord himself...and then the Grand Fleet would be all over him, wich meant certian death for not only the overlord...but the entire race of flood within four quadrants. And there was another large matter to deal with...the only captured acolyte was at risk of being captured again, and was losing endurance. A large force of infected forerunner were en route, but would need much time to arrive, a good twenty minutes. The overlord wanted to scream in agony with every parry that Ty's body absorbed...but couldn't, for if he showed signs of weakness, the flood overmind would kill him and assume direct control over all the flood in the area. He winced again as Ty absorbed another blow. ***
Tri roared as his blade flew, white sparks of energy shooting into the night with each stroke of the blades. The duel was fast, furious, and still in a large stalemate. Tri was tired, very tired actually, but he kept up his strength, allowing himself a little fear just to keep the adrenaline pumping through his veins. His breathing was labored, and he gasped for air every time Nectfist took a swipe at him. He barely managed to parry a high slash, rolled to his left, and slashed at Ty's feet. Ty leapt cleanly over, and flipped in midair, and did something Tri thought impossible. The blade of energy was thrown from his hand...wich should have been impossible, because it was made of energy...that came from Ty's body, and once cut off from that...
...and there was no time to finish the thought, only enough to drop to his stomach, then leap forward, tackling the infested acolyte. He was quickly kicked off, but not before obviously knocking the wind out of Ty, who remained still for a second or two before getting up. Tri spun like a tornado through a slow powerful slash. His gleaming white long sword smashed into Nectfist's, causing him to stagger backwards as Tri spun again, this time the opposite way, arcing the blade up a little, aiming for the throat. Ty managed a half dodge, half fall as he dropped backwards, barely keeping his footing. Tri came down with an overhead blow, and was rewarded by warm blood spalshing onto his face as his weapon sliced into the warriors shoulder.
Ty's sudden appearence of low energy vanished as the overlord did something. With suddenly renewed strength, he was shoved aside, and it took a moment to realize that Ty was running, leaping from rooftop to rooftop of the abandoned, shelled out town...while a good twenty combat forms were closing on him, one leaping to pin him. Tri reacted out of nowhere, and raised his hands to cover himself and break the things fall...but instead...bolts of white lightning shot from his fingertips, practically ripping the thing to pecies as a volley of beam rifles would. Severl smoking chunks fell as Tri got to his feet, and took off at a run, not fleeing from battle...but chasing after Ty, knowing that if he escaped, he wouldn't be found again. ***
Each landing was pain, each landing caused a fountian of green blood to splurt from the rather deep shoulder wound. Ty knew that his body had run out of energy to keep fighting with such power involved. So when the other flood arrived, he had just taken off. But the damage had been done, the weapon had damn near taken his arm off, his shoulder blade had a DEEP incision in it, and had nearly been sliced in half. And with how he was jumping and landing hard, it jostled the bone, and send supernovas of pain lancing through his body. It was horrible, to feel everything he did, and not be able to do a damn thing about it. He had screamed at and begged the overlord to let him run, to let him live.
Finally, he had been answered, and now weeped softly in the confines of his prison. But like any prisoner, he had a plan for escape. He knew that the forerunner army was pushing forward hard, and the overlord was distracted. He knew this, because he heard the flood die, the infected forerunner...heard them scream by the thousands. And for every instant he had been trapped in his body, he had longed to scream and be free again. He knew what to do...but when was the probolem. Tri would be following quickly, and not to far behind...if he caught up, Ty would put all he could into regaining control of his body (wich he did regularly each day, and not stop, even if the overlord surpressed him.
The good news was, the overlord would NEVER risk trying anything fatal, so there was only so much he could do. If Ty could withstand the maximum amount of pressure from the overlord for just awhile...Tri would have a chance to finish the job. It would probablly work, especially if the forerunner frontlines pushed forward anytime soon, distracting the overlord even further. It was a sketchy plan at best, but a plan none the less. Ty yelled again as his body touched down on another roof top. ***
Tri saw Ty's body leaping away, and knew it was slowing down. It would only be able to run for so long before its energy gave out entirely, and even the will of the overlord wouldn't be able to awaken it when it stopped for much needed rest. Tri tried a few times to reproduce the lightning effect that had chewed up the flood combat form about half an hour ago now, but got nothing more than a crackle or two. The gap between them was closing, and slowly, it wittled down to a few feet. This is where Tri was caught totally off guard. The flood whipped around in mid air and jumped at HIM. Tri froze for a full two seconds, and was smashed into by Ty, who drove them both through a window of some strange office building.
Tri roared a yell of defiance, and knew he was about to die, when a stroke of luck produced the white lightning again as his arms flailed for a purchase...knicking the already wounded shoulder, but vaporizing alot of the flesh around the wound, causing blood to pour out like mad. Ty was rocked backwards, and staggered into a wall, the flood actually acknowleding the pain by grasping the wound with its hand. Tri didn't have the energy to make a bladed weapon, so he charged and slugged Ty across the jaw, heard bone snap, and followed up with a quick volley to the chest for insurance.
Satisfied that Ty was out cold, at least for the time being, he sunk to his knees to take a rest, finally catching his breath. He fought to control his heart rate, and managed to slow it down, then grabbed a radio from his belt, one of the few devices that acolyte feild soldiers use. "This is Tri. I have him, but not for long, hurry." he said hastily, before snapping the link off. A few minutes later, a whole wing of sentinel fighters hovered over the building he occupied...and literally unloaded into the city behind him, missiles, pulse beams, bombs, the works. Fires ignited, buildings crumbled...and 19 flood were killed in very nasty ways. A dropship floated down to his window, and Tri was relieved to see a full squad of Forerunner Special Forces retrive Ty, tie him up in atleast five ways, and then slowly lead him aboard, posting a guard on both of them. The engines whined, and the dropship shot into the night, the fighters following close behind. ***
The overlord was truly afraid for the first time in his existence. The most important flood being in the entire flood race was unconcious, badly wounded, and captured. Further more, the overlord felt the wounds, and would been sweating...were he not in the cold of space half a sector away from the ring. And now, the overmind was beginning to speak to him, on a daily basis...and he could sense a large power scource nearby...forerunner battleships...and damn big ones two...it was a mircale they hadn't detected him. Things were beginning to look grim. His warriors retreated everywhere, and were mowed down if they were not. The forerunner were fighting with a blind rage, something the flood could never master, especially since they were emotionless. The tide was turning...and it wasn't in their favor anymore.
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