Unreal Tournament: Last Man Standing

Malak watched Blade help Frosbite escape. Annoyed, he hopped down from his position and pulled out his trusty flak cannon. He followed their trail... it was easy for him, after all he was a Gen Mo'Kai, and he was chasing a wounded Juggernaut. His stomach churned at every turn. Finally, he saw them in the distance. He crouch walked towards them, and then pulled the trigger. He then realized that he shot the wrong person... He watched the Nightmare creature, Domina scream as she was torn apart by the flaks power. Running over her dead body, he pulled out his Rapier and charged at Blade and Frosbite.

"Get out of here Frostbite now." Blade ordered, stopping shortly.

"I do not need help from you makil." said Frostbite.

Blade ignored the remark, preparing for the assailiant to come.

Malak gripped his blade so tightly in his hand, that his palm began to bleed. He continued his charge, he was blinded by fear and would never get a chance to back down now. His adreniline was at a max, his feet moved quickly. "Take this!" He yelled into the air, his sword lowered as it pointed directly at Blades stomach. He was almost there now.

Blade was prepared. He sent out his translocator, and teleported behind the assailant. Swiftly he jabbed the handle of his sword, into the guy's back. He only wanted to disarm him, not to hurt him at all.

"Amateur." muttered Blade as he turned to walk away.

Malak felt a lump in his throat as Blades hilt jabbed his back. He fell on his face. Slowly lifting himself upwards he turned to look at this human, "You could've killed me right there... but you didn't." Malak said backing slowly away.

"I do not kill so easily as others. I'm not in this tournament to kill everyone. I'm trying to survive, so I can make it to the top."

He then turned around, and handed a package to him.

"Take this my friend, and use it at your will. It won't restore your health, but it will ease the pain you have."

"Thanks." Malak stated taking the package from Blade. This guy... he was something else. He picked him his rapier, sheathed it on his back and sighed. "Why'd you join up?" He asked.

"To show the ******* of a brother that I'm worth something. And also to defeat the champion, Malcolm."

Blade sheathed his own sword. He sighed, hopefully he made the right choice on sparing both of them. He knew he was going to regret sparring one of them, but he hoped that he was wrong.

He looked at Blade for a minute then stared at the ground. Why had he been such a fool? This tournament was for people who could fight, not cowards like him. "Well, this isn't going to end by standing around." Nodding his head, he walked the other way. "I'm... I'm going to kill that Juggernaut." Oh yes, Malak knew the Juggernaut could easily brake him, but, even if he died, he was still a winner.

"Just give it some time." responded Blade, putting a hand on the stranger's shoulder. "You do not need to kill him yet. This match is souly surviving. I won't kill anyone, unless I have no choice. Killing isn't always the best way of winning this."

He looked at Blade again, "I guess you're right... this tournament, it's so strange. I thought that everyone here was a born killer, I guess I was wrong." He then coughed, his body was still recovering from shock. He knew that if he could win here, he would prove to his family that he could fight.

"Best of luck my friend." Blade said, turning around. "Maybe we could wind up on the same team someday."

Blade smiled, glad that things went well just then. He could have easily killed the stranger, as well as he killing him.

"Yeah!" He said shouting over his shoulder. Enough talk, if he going to prove to his family that he was no coward, he had better get moving. He loaded a his sniper rifle and glanced around, it seemed clear. He then crept up on a small firefight between two humans and a Juggernaut. He watched as the Juggernaut, Cannonball was his name, tear apart the two humans with ease. Disgusted Malak grabbed his sniper rifle in his hands. He kept his aim steady, took a deep breath a fired. The bullet hit Cannonball directly in the lung. He screamed and fell backwards.

Malak sighed, he had wounded him. He drew his rapier and walked down towards Cannonball. He lowered his sword, and gutted the Juggernaut. He had done it, he had made his first kill in this fight. Ripping his blade out of Cannonball, he sheated it and drew his flak cannon.

"Anything yet Rose?" asked Blade worired that his plans were going to go down hill.

"I'm sorry Blade, nothing. I have though managed to pick up a beacon on a few of the members of the match. A few of them are trying to close in on you. To your left and right, front and back. The air doesn't look like its being covered. You might have to take to the trees."

"Thanks Rose. Blade out."

Blade had done what she suggested. He took out his translocator, and teleported onto a branch. He crouched, waiting for the four opponents to come his way.

Kage walked to blade. "Are you wacko he just tried to kill you!" Kage yellled.

Blade had heard someone talk through his headset. It told him that he was a "wacko"

"I'm not interested in killing. I shall only injure my opponent, unless I have no choice."

"You'll die a cold death with those feelings!" KAge yelled again threw the headset, he shook his head in anger.

"I am an expert when it comes to fighting. I fought in countless wars, and killed many. I didn't like the feeling of killing. Does it make you feel good if you kill people?"

Kage grew silent and could'nt think of nothing to say at first. "No but i do what i have to do." KAge said in a low voice turning around shooting at someone.

Malak felt a bullet rip through his shoulder. "Ahh!!" He yelled loudly. He knew he was being scoped out. He ran to a rock for cover. He felt blood running down his arm. Looking up he saw the sniper, he was hiding in a bush. "Dammit." He said loading a clip into his sniper rifle. He was wounded, pinned down, and nearly out of ammo. He grabbed his sniper tightly, and stood up, only to feel a bullet right through his arm. He dropped his sniper rifle, and fell on the ground. He wasn't dead, he just didn't feel like moving.

He had been laying there for about five minutes, and the sniper hadn't killed him yet. He forced himself up, and saw that the sniper was still there. He made a dash for a small trench. Thanking his enhanced running abilities he reached the trench, and found a small health vial there. He took it, and felt some of his wounds go away. Now, he had a sniper to deal with. Unstrapping his sniper rifle, he scoped out the other snipers position... this was going to be intresting.

(Phew some intense RPing going on. I've gotta go for now, I'll be on later today)