One of Cable's men took a shot in the chest as they advanced and Cable heard him scream as he fell, the familiar smell of burning flesh filling his nostrils. Tetherblood was beside him as it happened, shooting down the last of the platforms, and he turned to Cable with the callousness of a life long soldier.
"Nothing like a bit of random weapon discharging to settle the nerves, eh Dayspring?"
Cable grimaced in reply without saying anything and gestured ahead, where Stryfe and his soldiers were emerging. They outnumbered Cable's men 2 to 1 but they weren't shooting yet, just lining up their shots, while their master prepared for his next move.
Stryfe himself was at the head of the pack and Cable wondered how that face covering mask and mad voice had fooled him for so many years. Seeing him again, he could see al the clues that this was Cable's twin, that this was a man with Cable's mind and Cable's body but a different history. That this madman was what Cable would be if ever let his anger overcome his reason and just started hurting people so he could see fear in someone else's eyes for a change. It was not something Cable appreciated being reminded of.
Cable's jaw stiffened as he waited for his clone to make the move but, as it turned out, Stryfe didn't get a chance. Zell had broken ranks and jumped straight into Stryfe's gang, breaking their line. And Cable, cursing indiscipline beneath his breath, started shooting into the ranks to help him. And around him, his men followed his lead. Stryfe for his part, merely reached out with his powers and stopped Zell cold in his tracks as if an invisible hand had grabbed him.
"This means death," he chortled, in a voice unlike anything Cable every used.
And then Tyler was there, grabbing Zell and neurolinking them together.
"Don't attempt a bodyslide to escape, father," Cable heard as his clan mates gasped in surprise and he raised his gun, firmly and calmly and prepared to take his shot.
This was what the whole trick was about, of course. Putting him in a place where he had to shoot his own son, once again. It was petty sadism of the worst kind, but if it was meant to leave him a sobbing mess then they had sorely underestimated him. He had taken the shot once and survived, he could certainly do so again.
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Date: 2010-06-25 09:03 am (UTC)"Nothing like a bit of random weapon discharging to settle the nerves, eh Dayspring?"
Cable grimaced in reply without saying anything and gestured ahead, where Stryfe and his soldiers were emerging. They outnumbered Cable's men 2 to 1 but they weren't shooting yet, just lining up their shots, while their master prepared for his next move.
Stryfe himself was at the head of the pack and Cable wondered how that face covering mask and mad voice had fooled him for so many years. Seeing him again, he could see al the clues that this was Cable's twin, that this was a man with Cable's mind and Cable's body but a different history. That this madman was what Cable would be if ever let his anger overcome his reason and just started hurting people so he could see fear in someone else's eyes for a change. It was not something Cable appreciated being reminded of.
Cable's jaw stiffened as he waited for his clone to make the move but, as it turned out, Stryfe didn't get a chance. Zell had broken ranks and jumped straight into Stryfe's gang, breaking their line. And Cable, cursing indiscipline beneath his breath, started shooting into the ranks to help him. And around him, his men followed his lead. Stryfe for his part, merely reached out with his powers and stopped Zell cold in his tracks as if an invisible hand had grabbed him.
"This means death," he chortled, in a voice unlike anything Cable every used.
And then Tyler was there, grabbing Zell and neurolinking them together.
"Don't attempt a bodyslide to escape, father," Cable heard as his clan mates gasped in surprise and he raised his gun, firmly and calmly and prepared to take his shot.
This was what the whole trick was about, of course. Putting him in a place where he had to shoot his own son, once again. It was petty sadism of the worst kind, but if it was meant to leave him a sobbing mess then they had sorely underestimated him. He had taken the shot once and survived, he could certainly do so again.