| He had wondered why the alarm had gone off in his helmet.
The explosion which ripped into his backside answered his question.
The smoke cleared, and, true to the intel, Snake would see that this being rivaled a Metal Gear in endurance--a single rocket had not killed or knocked him over, but simply dented and mangled some of his back armor plating.
He turned around, obviously mechanical-enhanced joints granting him greater maneuverability than he should have in such a suit. The Man of Steel's blue tinted visor locked on to Snake, who would most likely dive for cover. A shrill, grating metallic deep voice boomed from the suit.
"I JUST GOT HERE. I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING TO YOU. WHY ARE YOU FORCING ME TO KILL YOU?"
The 6'4" cyber-being adjusted his space-suit helmet, before then taking out a shotgun. A hilariously outdated shotgun--but it was long. The kind used to kill elephants--but for some reason, it was pump-action. Surely, he couldn't fire it!
...The man leveled the gun with but one arm. Snake's eyes would widen as he saw the man fire both barrels.
KA-POOOMF! The two shells whizzed at Snake, who would roll out of the way and feel the shrapnel bounce into his back, as the shells made two craters in solid concrete. Metal Man's shotgun smoked as he moved his hand to the pump. Snake wouldn't let him get another shot off like that--just one of those shells might gib the genetically engineered agent if he wasn't careful. So he aimed at the visor, right between the eyes (he could almost see them, lit up dimly by the ethereal blue light).
*PEENK* The bullet smashed into the visor, but it also rebounded off. The Man of Steel was nonplussed by this, as he held the trigger down on his gun. But no bullets came out.
"THAT'S THE LAST TIME I PAUSE FOR DRAMATIC EFFECT."
The man then rapidly pumped the shotgun. KA-POOMF-POOMF-POOMF-POOMF-POOMF-POOMF!
The area erupted in pandemonium as nowhere was safe for Snake. He'd run to one side, only to see entire corners of walls blown out by shells not meant to be used against humans. He went the other way, and a hapless phone booth in front of him simply exploded, throwing glass shards everywhere.
Then there was this red shell Metal Man fired. It had the peculiar effect of bursting into flames and hurling napalm everywhere--some of which would nastily hit Snake, as he never expected such insane ammunition in a mere shotgun.
Snake would take cover behind a bench while Metal Man, still angry, leveled the area around him with shotgun shells. KA-POOMFPOOMFPOOMFPOOMFPOOMFPOOMF KA... KA... KA-KA... KA... KK K K..
The shotgun had jammed. Metal Man, furious, slammed it into a wall. Much to Snake's surprise, the shotgun ripped through the wall instead of being broken in two. Out of it fell two melted shells--he had fired too fast. The cybernetic man shook his head slowly and began lengthily cleaning the barrel, while standing in plain sight.
"YOU STAY RIGHT THERE, THIS WORTHLESS RIFLE JUST JAMS UP OCCASIONALLY. HITTING ME NOW WOULD BE USELESS, ANYWAY."
Of course, Snake hadn't fallen off the turnip truck. This was the perfect time to strike, what with an otherwise unstoppable war machine too busy fidgeting with that gun he loved to overuse.
But he had to wonder--was it just a clever ruse? This being had to have been pretty smart to survive whatever wrecked this place earlier, after all. |