JunkMan tried to raise his sword,but to no avail,as Cysma was stepping on it."Alright...." he muttered, "I'll tell you everything.Right,my operator?"
Jerred smirked."Lance,battlechip in!Download!"
A rumbling,faint,but getting louder,could be felt all over the bank's computer network.Cysma looked around for its source,then felt a crack in the ground beneath his feet."Cysma,watch out!" yelled Fohkoh,"It's a lance battlechip!"Cysma jumped out of the way just as a pointy spike shot out of the ground.He backed up,slowly...
"Ah!"
A spike had shot up just behind him,close enough for him to touch,but not close enough to hurt him.He turned/jumped away from the lance then dodged another.
JunkMan slowly got up,watching as his opponent twisted,leapt,ran,and turned to despratly dodge the deadly points.Finally,the rumbling stopped and Cysma dove away from the last shooting lance.Cysma got up,the Lances went back down.Cysma sighed in relief.then walked toward JunkMan.But when he was about halfway across the area between him and JunkMan he sank a bit.Cysma,startled,looked around and saw that the
cracks in the ground the Lances had created had cut out Cysma's surrounding area.Realizing he'd never make it off in time to keep from falling,he turned to JunkMan and uttered 3 words:
"I hate you."
The ground opened beneath him,and he fe-
"AreaSteal!Battlechip,in!Download!"
Fohkoh downloaded the chip,and Cysma disappeared,reappearing somewhere near JunkMan.
"Sword,battlechip in!Download!"
Cysma's hand turned into a sword.JunkMan raised his sword.
The two went rushing toward eachother. |