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Secret Society BLANKET
 Graphic Designer
Join Date: Oct 2006
Location: 3 times the passion of normal flamenco
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HASHA!!!!!
Here's another entry in the LineBackerS series, from the POV of a character I introduced a chapter or two ago. This one takes place during the mock training battle with Mai after Part IV.
Here's LineBackerS, Part VIII, featuring:
Spoiler for Darry:
Up here on the rooftop of an abandoned condo, I observe the raging battle happening in this abandoned city. The clashing of blades, polearm versus katana.
By the overpass, the archaeologist girl continued to clash with the 2nd Lieutenant, blade against blade. Both holding their own, but even from here it was apparent that 2nd Lieutenant Heckler had the overwhelming advantage. Ms. Mathis was using ranged Midchilda spells to attack from stand-off range, only to be countered by the 2nd Lt’s. Sonic Moves, closing the gap between them. And so far I haven’t observed him using other spells. Expected nothing less from my superior.
“Wes, out of ammo!”
“Here, my last two! Darry, how’s Glock?”
That was PFC Wesson speaking through the holodisplay, asking me for the 2nd Lieutenant’s status, with PFC Smith in the background.
“The 2nd Lieutenant is doing well. I’d say he’s giving Ms. Mathis a hard time.”
“Tell us if he needs help. Right now we’re busy with som- SMITH LOOK OUT!!!
HISSATSU!!!!!!!!!!”
*beep*
I don’t know this stupid guy… nope, don’t know him…
*beep*
“- IRACULOUS FINISH!!!!!!!!! ”
*beep*
“COLT, GROW UP!!!!!”
*ehem*, sorry…
That was PFC Wesson, acting like the idiot he is, along with his brother. Even back then when fighting against overwhelming numbers or power, these two can’t seem to lose their love for screaming at the top of their lungs and spouting ridiculous barely understandable babble. These two…
I watch them on the holodisplay, running while blasting through hordes of Mai Enna’s illusion-enhanced doppelganger demons off-screen. Got to give them credit, they’re still alive and kicking, even under immense odds like these, where it’s easy to get overwhelmed due to immense numbers. I may not see them directly from here, but I can tell they’re trying to move south, closer and closer to here, and the 2nd Lieutenant’s position.
*beep*
“HARLEM HAREM BREAKER!!!!!!!!!!!!“
I feel a migraine coming…
“Colt, can you stop that please? It’s getting annoying!”
“Why should I, just when it’s getting fun! Too many enemies to handle!”
“Wesson, to your left! SMITH SPECIAL!!!!! STORM BOLTAAAA-“
“You too Smith!!!”
“Darry, it’s just a mock training session.”
“Don’t get your pink polka-dot panties up in a wad! Relax!”
“I am not getting my panties up in a-“
Wait… rewind… at this very moment, I am wearing my only pink polka-dot panties… that I just bought and wore today only an hour ago…
And Wesson flashes his widest, toothiest, grin at me…
... why you...
“COOOOOOOOOOOLT WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!! !!”
That’s it! Nobody catches a peep from me!!
“Wes, they’re everywhere!”
“Smith, take cover!!!”
A small explosion just to my far north blasts up dust… and betrays their position!
“You bastard Colt Wesson…”
How many summoning circles should I call out? One? Two?! No, maybe FOUR?! No, EIGHT!
SCREW THIS, I’M TAKING THEM TO HELL!!!!!!!
“DIVINE PUNISHMENT!!!!!!!!!!!! CRYSTAL RAIN GENOCIDE SHIFT!!!!!!!!!!!!”
A thousand blades appear and rains my wrath down on these two! Stirring up tons of delicious smoke and dust! Yes my crystal babies, RAIN DOWN ON THESE UNHOLY LECHEROUS PERVERTS!!!!!! SMITE THEM DOWN!!!!!!!!
MORE!!!!! DEATH, DESTRUCTION, MAYHEM, CHAOS!!!!!!!!!!! BLOOOOOOOOD!!!!!! STRIKE THEM DOWN FOR MY SAKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
…
…
A thick, opaque grey cloud of smoke hangs in the air in front of me…
Justice be done…
“Wow, impressive show there! You brought the block down!”
No way…that male voice. I look behind me. Smith, Colt? How’d they get here so fast?
“Thanks for bailing us out of there! That’s a nice feint Wes!”
“Bailing you out? Feint? What’s the meaning of this? What’s going on?”
Wesson raised his Linebacker over his shoulder, smirking at me. The smirk that told me I’m going to regret this.
“I thought we were toast, with all the Mai’s we had to fight, and with Wes and I out of ammo we couldn’t use area of effect weapons. And since you were available I felt it necessary to… use your assets.”
“So Wes rigged some Stinger Snipes to create that explosion at the spot we designated, and acted like we were the ones hit. We were long gone by the time your Crystal Rain hit. Cool huh?”
“Unfortunately Darry, Me, the Wild Wild Wes knows how to push your buttons.”
Lord, why me? Smith and Colt’s grinning faces… jeez, these two… I want to just smash their heads in together right now!
But… I can’t move… can barely stand up… I should’ve known better than to waste an S-rank spell on a couple of fools… I fell…
And two arms catch me.
“The Wild Wild Wes likes to express his gratitude for saving our asses...”
Heh… trying to act all suave on me… I’m not done yet with you you know…
“…And I really think you’re cute in those polka dots.”
Colt, why you… cute huh… Oh forget it.
“Private First Class Darry Milfuelle, get some rest. That's an order from me.”
I will Colt, I will.
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Meanwhile…
Xealot: [Impressive power that young girl has. Don’t you think s- Is something bothering you Mistress? You’ve been searching under your feet for moments now.]
Mai: … Iya.
It’s nothing.
Xealot: [… I do not detect the presence of surveillance spells in the immediate vicinity.]
Mai: Sou ka.
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Shoddy 
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Against all the evil that hell can conjure, all wickedness that mankind can produce... We will send unto them, only you.
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