A while ago, I thought my body couldn’t take it.
I thought the good Colonel was driving me down a path of self-destruction.
I was wrong…
He stood, eyes closed, in the centre of a large rectangular room. The walls, ceiling, and floor were all the same dull grey save for the lights housed on the rim between the ceiling and walls. Light streamed toward the young man from all angels as he stood posed ready for combat. An infinite amount of nearly indefinable shadows lanced out in every direction from where he stood, each ready to mimic the display of tactical destruction their source was about to unleash.
But he wasn’t just a man. He was a Spartan. Re-assigned the number 000, as the Colonels first real subject. His back leg was angled slightly behind him and to the side, bent slightly at the knee ready to propel him in any forward direction, or fall back upon. His front leg was pointed straight forward, bent at a steeper angle, though not quite ninety degrees yet. He would shift his potion if the situation called for it.
The only sound Axel could hear was his steady, controlled breathing, and his own beating heart. Other than that, there was nothing. He could not tell which of the rooms he was in; the floors were all too perfect even for his enhanced senses. Not just because of the augmentations his body had undergone, but because every other sense but his sight had scaled massively, allowing him peak performance often without the use of his eyes.
And then he was assaulted with sound as square sections of the walls began to shift position, jutting outward, or retreating further inward. Some rotated to either side somewhat. Though all formed either the same size of rectangular prism or perfect cube. Like a wave, the walls manipulated themselves, heaving their own forms inside out. A cataclysm of planned and executed events that circled around the room at a steady pace.
From his position, Axel tilted his head slightly to the side, forcing his nonexistent gaze down and to the right. Taking in the information, he managed to register every single movement. In a manner of a few seconds he registered the slight differences in the sounds that emanated from the different movements, and he catalogued all the information in his mind. From the echoes he managed to figure out a near exact approximation of the rooms size and shape.
Finally all the action stopped, and he stood in an entirely new section of terrain, like a maze. In reality, it was an obstacle course, one that would measure his effectiveness and progress in a completely different combat situation. Axel still remained stationary as the last of the echoes faded into time’s decided oblivion.
Under his skin, his muscles could be seen flexing has he periodically tensed and relaxed, from his legs, all along his arms, up to his shoulders. Both from training, and from anticipation of what was about to happen. Though Axel was not a large man, only slightly above the average height, even this display that was his void of emotion was impressive. His posture alone radiated power.
He heard the footsteps far before any other sense told him someone else had entered the room. He could tell that the people were walking toward him, knowing the difference between the sounds of the fall of their heel opposed to their toes. He could tell that from the first step, since the fall of the heel was slightly quieter, as it was a foot further away. He knew the distinct sounds of those two walks. At least, he thought he knew both of them. One was… distant.
When the two trainers, in light non-steel combat armour stopped in front of him, Axel turned his head so that he faced them. A lightless gaze that locked upon his two targets. “Hello John…” He said, his tone reflected a slight hint of amusement.
The trainer said nothing, he merely raised his tazer as he entered his combat pose.
“I guess that means go…” Axel said quietly. Then he became a blur as he rushed toward his opponents.
He had to admit, his opponents were well trained. He’d only crossed half the distance and they were already reacting. His target was the smaller opponent on the left, the one he’d suddenly angled for and was bearing down upon. The smaller man had reacted, bracing and getting his tazer ready. Axel however, didn’t plan on letting him use the weapon.
Despite his speed, Axel managed to come to a dead stop one step from his target, rather than charging into him. The man’s block wasted, Axel took one step to the left before slamming his palm into his opponents face, snapping his head back and the force used sufficient to cause him to stagger backward. However, instead of finishing this target, Axel’s ears alerted him to the threat this his eyes would not have.
He spun to face the second attacker while he had his three seconds of peace, knocking the tazer from the initial mans hand in the process. Using the momentum from the spin, his kicked the second man in the chest with his boot effectively knocking the air out of his lungs after managing to pinpoint his speed and position from the sounds of his footsteps. With two steps he closed the distance between him in the now larger man, getting inside his reach, and kneed him in the gut. Again, footsteps alerted him to the other threat.
Still facing the larger man, he swung in arm out behind him, hitting the other trainer and knocking him out cold, with the same arm, he caught the tazer the man had retrieved, and used it to finish the second of the two. Using the device on his gut, the man doubled over before passing out.
Axel pushed the man to the side, letting him fall to the floor, which he hit with a satisfying thud of finality. The only sound left in the room echoed as it faded into oblivion, and Axel was again in total isolation. He suddenly ceased movement. He heard no more movement within the room. Turning around and looking up he opened his eyes for a manner of seconds, only confirming the layout of the room he’d catalogued in his mind. While he was confident he knew his exact surroundings despite the fight, it was better to be safe. He closed them before they began to water from the pain.
Within the time his eyes were open, Axel had planned out the path he would take to get to the rooms only given exit. He had no doubt that there were more obstacles, of several different kinds, waiting for him along the way. With the anticipation and challenge of combat before him, he moved to finish this exercise. He would not disappoint Ackerson this time. He would show him just what the Spartan’s were capable of. Blind or otherwise.
Looks like the good Colonel was right after all. But He’s still an *******.
John tackled him from behind.
Originally posted by SilentWolf
Cookie dough is only good in chocolate ice cream >_>MMM you people make me hungry! Damn you all to hell...
But it's nice to know that I have one chick friend ^___^ even if she is abajillion miles away.
Heh and sorry im not posting in the RP. >_> ima wait for Zeke to get online first.
I only have shitty freezer burnt vanilla in my house again. Damnit. xD
Yes. ^-^ It's nice for both of us.
Plus you don't get those annoying calls, where the other person refuses to hang up even though the conversation is dead. o_0 I get alot of those.
I'm chewing on a toothpick. And they don't taste very good at all. =/