GSIH: Steel Driving Morlock
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xp_logsCallisto faces the larger half of Warstar, who is trying to destory the engine.
The giant focused on moving hand to hand along the side of the engine, moving to the bulk of the engine where it could plant its feet and bring his great strength to bear against the frame of the vehicle.
Callisto, now in the cab, poised, slightly crouched out of view, held still, listening to the pops, groans and creaks of the machinery's frame and plate metal sidings as the huge mutant outside found purchase.
Okay, so this guy is big - huge. He's probably stronger than you. You're probably faster than him. You're probably smarter than him. Callisto thought about this for a second. You're maybe smarter than him. She patted her tool belt, assessing her options. Knives later perhaps, but right now she needed an opening shot, something...
Her hand slid across a somewhat bulky object. Her electric drill. Her grip stilled. Her eyes slid to the thin metal wall of the engine where it had actually bowed in from the pressure of the monster hanging on outside. A slow smile spread across her face.
The drill already had a long, thick bit in it. It was the work of a moment to ascertain with a couple of gentle taps where the mutant's hand was as he worked slowly along the outside wall of the engine. Then it was just a case of placing the drill, applying the pressure, and pulling the trigger.
There was a sound like grinding gears together; a screech of tortured metal that only become recognizable as a howl of pain at the very end. The engine jolted as the figure fought to hold on, his injured arm swinging down and bouncing off the ground several times. The giant groaned and pulled itself back up, cradling the injured hand near its side, and kicking at the side of the engine now.
Callisto sighed, rolling her eyes again, and straightening, moving to where she could hang out of the engine and taking a heavy swing with the monkey wrench still gripped in her other hand. "Would you get the fuck off my train!" she yelled, punctuating her words with fast blows to mutant's one good hand where it still gripped on.
It didn't release its grip, but did lash out with its injured hand, landing a hammer-like blow to Callisto's shoulder with a sickening crunch that made her drop the wrench, which fell to the ground and was soon off behind the train. Well, that's gone...
Callisto pulled back a little, bracing her arm against the wall and slipping the drill back into her toolbelt. Beyond the visor, she could see reddened eyes, almost insensible with rage, as it fought back against her. Her own eyes narrowed as she surveyed her options, reaching without really thinking about it to ease her arm back into its socket with another unpleasant crunching sound before retrieving her knife.
"I don't want to kill you," she yelled over the roar of the engine - and the banging sound of the mutant still diligently kicking it. She could hear the internal workings being shaken and loosened with every kick.
It appeared to ignore her words, and his latest kick actually split the steel bulkhead. His fingers on his damaged hand flexed and twitched, as if it was just waiting for her to get back into range and finish the job. Sighing - though this was entirely inaudible in the commotion - Callisto darted forward and took a stab with her knife - knowing better than to bother trying to slash given the nature of her opponent's clothing.
The knife sank in, but he caught her wrist in a vise-like grip, arresting the chance for her to push it deeper or jerk it free. Now it was a battle of strength, as he started to try and leverage her out of her perch, and over the side of the engine to the tracks below. Though he seemed unable to overpower her, Callisto felt her injured shoulder begin to protest, far from entirely sure it wanted to remain in its socket, and after a moment's consideration she released her grip and lunged forward. Now they were both outside the train, hanging onto the exterior. Callisto used the other mutant's surprise to attempt to wrench her wrist out of his grip.
He lost his grip on her, and was forced to pause his attack to grab a better hold on the engine, as the tracks flew past dangerously close to his feet. Massive hands pushed into the rent his attack had made on the engine, and he took a firm hold there.
Callisto lunged again, this time throwing herself between the mutant and the engine. She was very aware that she was putting herself in a position where if she succeeded she herself would have nothing to prevent her from ending up on the ground, but she was damned if she was letting someone get in the way of hours of toil to make this machine run.
The giant grunted, trying to pull her away as she crashed against his broad chest. His fingers curled in the rent, trying to keep his purchase on the train. He swatted at her, but under his fingers, the metal began to part. Callisto began to search with her bad arm, grasping for purchase on the side of the train as she pushed against him, stabbing savagely again with her good arm, burying her knife first in his neck, then his shoulder, then his wrist.
The howl that came from his throat sounded more like screaming machinery than a human being, somehow, and Callisto found herself wincing slightly even as she leaned into the wound, twisting her long knife, still frantically searching with her free hand for some handhold on the side of the train. She felt the distance between her and the other mutant increasing as he fell away from the train, and eventually, with a roar of rage and agony the monster's support gave way and he fell backwards, taking Callisto with him.
Callisto fought against the urge to scream out as her leg made contact with the ground, almost immediately burning away part of the leg of her cargo pants, the gravel and debris of the side of the train track stripping the skin from her shin. She felt the fallen mutant trying to grab hold of her and prepared herself to let go altogether rather than allow him to regain purchase on the train, but in a split second that seemed to stretch out forever, he flailed, and lost his grip. At the last moment Callisto herself managed to hook on with her good hand to the makeshift handhold the mutant had made for himself, and with a supreme effort she hauled herself back up from the ground, her leg raw and smarting even as the skin began to heal, knitting together in many ways too quickly, as Callisto would later have to take a knife to her leg to clean out the gravel that would otherwise work its way slowly and painfully back to the surface as her healing factor did its job a little too quickly for its own good.
Well. That was different.
The giant focused on moving hand to hand along the side of the engine, moving to the bulk of the engine where it could plant its feet and bring his great strength to bear against the frame of the vehicle.
Callisto, now in the cab, poised, slightly crouched out of view, held still, listening to the pops, groans and creaks of the machinery's frame and plate metal sidings as the huge mutant outside found purchase.
Okay, so this guy is big - huge. He's probably stronger than you. You're probably faster than him. You're probably smarter than him. Callisto thought about this for a second. You're maybe smarter than him. She patted her tool belt, assessing her options. Knives later perhaps, but right now she needed an opening shot, something...
Her hand slid across a somewhat bulky object. Her electric drill. Her grip stilled. Her eyes slid to the thin metal wall of the engine where it had actually bowed in from the pressure of the monster hanging on outside. A slow smile spread across her face.
The drill already had a long, thick bit in it. It was the work of a moment to ascertain with a couple of gentle taps where the mutant's hand was as he worked slowly along the outside wall of the engine. Then it was just a case of placing the drill, applying the pressure, and pulling the trigger.
There was a sound like grinding gears together; a screech of tortured metal that only become recognizable as a howl of pain at the very end. The engine jolted as the figure fought to hold on, his injured arm swinging down and bouncing off the ground several times. The giant groaned and pulled itself back up, cradling the injured hand near its side, and kicking at the side of the engine now.
Callisto sighed, rolling her eyes again, and straightening, moving to where she could hang out of the engine and taking a heavy swing with the monkey wrench still gripped in her other hand. "Would you get the fuck off my train!" she yelled, punctuating her words with fast blows to mutant's one good hand where it still gripped on.
It didn't release its grip, but did lash out with its injured hand, landing a hammer-like blow to Callisto's shoulder with a sickening crunch that made her drop the wrench, which fell to the ground and was soon off behind the train. Well, that's gone...
Callisto pulled back a little, bracing her arm against the wall and slipping the drill back into her toolbelt. Beyond the visor, she could see reddened eyes, almost insensible with rage, as it fought back against her. Her own eyes narrowed as she surveyed her options, reaching without really thinking about it to ease her arm back into its socket with another unpleasant crunching sound before retrieving her knife.
"I don't want to kill you," she yelled over the roar of the engine - and the banging sound of the mutant still diligently kicking it. She could hear the internal workings being shaken and loosened with every kick.
It appeared to ignore her words, and his latest kick actually split the steel bulkhead. His fingers on his damaged hand flexed and twitched, as if it was just waiting for her to get back into range and finish the job. Sighing - though this was entirely inaudible in the commotion - Callisto darted forward and took a stab with her knife - knowing better than to bother trying to slash given the nature of her opponent's clothing.
The knife sank in, but he caught her wrist in a vise-like grip, arresting the chance for her to push it deeper or jerk it free. Now it was a battle of strength, as he started to try and leverage her out of her perch, and over the side of the engine to the tracks below. Though he seemed unable to overpower her, Callisto felt her injured shoulder begin to protest, far from entirely sure it wanted to remain in its socket, and after a moment's consideration she released her grip and lunged forward. Now they were both outside the train, hanging onto the exterior. Callisto used the other mutant's surprise to attempt to wrench her wrist out of his grip.
He lost his grip on her, and was forced to pause his attack to grab a better hold on the engine, as the tracks flew past dangerously close to his feet. Massive hands pushed into the rent his attack had made on the engine, and he took a firm hold there.
Callisto lunged again, this time throwing herself between the mutant and the engine. She was very aware that she was putting herself in a position where if she succeeded she herself would have nothing to prevent her from ending up on the ground, but she was damned if she was letting someone get in the way of hours of toil to make this machine run.
The giant grunted, trying to pull her away as she crashed against his broad chest. His fingers curled in the rent, trying to keep his purchase on the train. He swatted at her, but under his fingers, the metal began to part. Callisto began to search with her bad arm, grasping for purchase on the side of the train as she pushed against him, stabbing savagely again with her good arm, burying her knife first in his neck, then his shoulder, then his wrist.
The howl that came from his throat sounded more like screaming machinery than a human being, somehow, and Callisto found herself wincing slightly even as she leaned into the wound, twisting her long knife, still frantically searching with her free hand for some handhold on the side of the train. She felt the distance between her and the other mutant increasing as he fell away from the train, and eventually, with a roar of rage and agony the monster's support gave way and he fell backwards, taking Callisto with him.
Callisto fought against the urge to scream out as her leg made contact with the ground, almost immediately burning away part of the leg of her cargo pants, the gravel and debris of the side of the train track stripping the skin from her shin. She felt the fallen mutant trying to grab hold of her and prepared herself to let go altogether rather than allow him to regain purchase on the train, but in a split second that seemed to stretch out forever, he flailed, and lost his grip. At the last moment Callisto herself managed to hook on with her good hand to the makeshift handhold the mutant had made for himself, and with a supreme effort she hauled herself back up from the ground, her leg raw and smarting even as the skin began to heal, knitting together in many ways too quickly, as Callisto would later have to take a knife to her leg to clean out the gravel that would otherwise work its way slowly and painfully back to the surface as her healing factor did its job a little too quickly for its own good.
Well. That was different.
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