| The Man in steel had been waiting there, remembering his foe from a time far gone...
His eyes glinted with mischief in the burning light, as he walked at the vampire lord as if he was nothing. A meteorite fell at his foot; he stomped it into rubble and continued on.
The shiny armageddon overhead lit up his reflecting silver armor well, as he clanked through the dirt and brush to see his newest opponent. He stopped exactly 10 meters away from the strange vampire, and lifted a finger, a comm-like device in his helmet screeching on as his metallic voice echoed out.
"So we meet again. Perhaps this time I shall be the one who drinks your blood, eh?"
Such strange words from a cyborg. But he appeared interested in doing the deed, for he suggestively waved two fingers of his chunky right hand by his throat.
"No life essence exists in me that you could handle, vampire. You yourself would go mad and die from the virtriolic putrescent vileness that surges in my veins. As I speak now, it screams for your death, your pieces to be torn apart. Why do I refrain when I posess the means for this?"
He walked up, wraithlike. He put his left hand up to the vampire's chin, moving his head up enough to get a good look at the blue visor. Behind that thin pane of blue glass was the visage of pure madness.
"Because I am sure..."
He stood back, holding his right hand to his side. The wind billowed, showing his orange cape, as a meteorite chunk barely missed his head/
"That I will break you."
He crossed his arms, confident in his powers, and... leaving himself open to whatever dark attack the vampire lord was likely to attempt. Gutsy move... but was it wise? |