Post by Brownie on Jun 26, 2017 19:11:33 GMT -5
"I told you to keep moving!"
"Yeah well I couldn't just leave you!"
He stood with his back against the roaring wind, grey fur haloed in a green and red pulsing glow. The sandstorm raged around them, a thin bubble of green all that kept both he and the smaller tom from being torn by the razor-sharp sand swirling just inches away.
The tuxedo tom hissed, the sound turning to a cough and then a painful wheeze. He drew his paws closer to the chest, as if that would push away the pain, and forced a commanding growl. "You don't have enough battery left to wait this out. Go, I'll be fine."
"You'd die!"
"I'm going to die anyways!" The grey tom flinched from the rage in his voice, and the shield shimmered and sent a splatter of sand over both toms before he arched his back, setting a new surge of power through it. The tuxedo tom bent over, his breath heaving in his chest. Sand stuck to the corners of his mouth where spit drooled out the sides. "Asher, go. Please."
"Riku--"
"Go!"
The grey tom growled and stepped towards Riku, jerking his jaw against his chest in anger. Two cords fell from the vest, and before Riku could argue, Asher tossed the cords until they fell to either side of the tuxedo tom. He pushed a paw against the back of Riku's vest and the cords vibrated slightly before the magnets in the side pulled the cords into a tight connection. "You're not strong enough--"
"Shut up!" Asher screamed. He pulled on the cords until they were taught, then threw his weight forward into his step, pulling Riku behind. He yowled as he took another step. "I won't leave you to die. I can't!"
Asher made it ten paces before the shield around them flickered, sending sand roaring through their cover before protecting them once again. He growled, took another step, fighting the wind just as much as the weight of Riku behind him as he forced himself one step, and then another. Another flicker, again more sand. His muzzle bled where the sand slashed his face, and he had to blink blood out of his eyes from where it dripped freely from the slices above his brow.
Twenty, twenty five.
Thirty paces.
The shield dropped entirely. Darkness flooded both cats, eagerly claiming in the absence of the shield's green glare.
Asher yowled, throwing himself atop Riku to attempt to shield the older tom from the sand with his own flesh.
"You're a good agent, Asher," Riku mewed softly. "A good agent and a better cat." He smiled to himself, then let his eyes close.
"GAME OVER"
I hissed and cuffed Talia over the ear with a cuffed paw. "Why'd you have to go and ruin it! Riku's supposed to die for the story to progress!"
"But he's so nice!" she pouted, tapping her paw to the screen to pull up Riku's bio page, pausing at his splash art before flicking through the other stats. "And if we saved him, what an endgame that would make. I'd totally trade in Myra to play as him. Look at those stats! He has a seventeen in gunning at only level two. We could have went straight to the end without the rest of the grinding."
"Asher's cuter," I muttered.
"Whatever," Talia said with a huff.
I rolled my eyes and tapped the screen to move past the flashing red GAME OVER sign.
A new box showed.
"Return to game?" it prompted.
"I promise to try this time."
"Fine."
"Return to game?" it flashed.
I pushed "Yes"
"Yeah well I couldn't just leave you!"
He stood with his back against the roaring wind, grey fur haloed in a green and red pulsing glow. The sandstorm raged around them, a thin bubble of green all that kept both he and the smaller tom from being torn by the razor-sharp sand swirling just inches away.
The tuxedo tom hissed, the sound turning to a cough and then a painful wheeze. He drew his paws closer to the chest, as if that would push away the pain, and forced a commanding growl. "You don't have enough battery left to wait this out. Go, I'll be fine."
"You'd die!"
"I'm going to die anyways!" The grey tom flinched from the rage in his voice, and the shield shimmered and sent a splatter of sand over both toms before he arched his back, setting a new surge of power through it. The tuxedo tom bent over, his breath heaving in his chest. Sand stuck to the corners of his mouth where spit drooled out the sides. "Asher, go. Please."
"Riku--"
"Go!"
The grey tom growled and stepped towards Riku, jerking his jaw against his chest in anger. Two cords fell from the vest, and before Riku could argue, Asher tossed the cords until they fell to either side of the tuxedo tom. He pushed a paw against the back of Riku's vest and the cords vibrated slightly before the magnets in the side pulled the cords into a tight connection. "You're not strong enough--"
"Shut up!" Asher screamed. He pulled on the cords until they were taught, then threw his weight forward into his step, pulling Riku behind. He yowled as he took another step. "I won't leave you to die. I can't!"
Asher made it ten paces before the shield around them flickered, sending sand roaring through their cover before protecting them once again. He growled, took another step, fighting the wind just as much as the weight of Riku behind him as he forced himself one step, and then another. Another flicker, again more sand. His muzzle bled where the sand slashed his face, and he had to blink blood out of his eyes from where it dripped freely from the slices above his brow.
Twenty, twenty five.
Thirty paces.
The shield dropped entirely. Darkness flooded both cats, eagerly claiming in the absence of the shield's green glare.
Asher yowled, throwing himself atop Riku to attempt to shield the older tom from the sand with his own flesh.
"You're a good agent, Asher," Riku mewed softly. "A good agent and a better cat." He smiled to himself, then let his eyes close.
"GAME OVER"
I hissed and cuffed Talia over the ear with a cuffed paw. "Why'd you have to go and ruin it! Riku's supposed to die for the story to progress!"
"But he's so nice!" she pouted, tapping her paw to the screen to pull up Riku's bio page, pausing at his splash art before flicking through the other stats. "And if we saved him, what an endgame that would make. I'd totally trade in Myra to play as him. Look at those stats! He has a seventeen in gunning at only level two. We could have went straight to the end without the rest of the grinding."
"Asher's cuter," I muttered.
"Whatever," Talia said with a huff.
I rolled my eyes and tapped the screen to move past the flashing red GAME OVER sign.
A new box showed.
"Return to game?" it prompted.
"I promise to try this time."
"Fine."
"Return to game?" it flashed.
I pushed "Yes"
