Vyzion Eyri
The Legion Academy
ROFL BROS
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Posted - 2013.04.09 10:39:00 -
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I was hunting for snipers in the hill one bright day, knowing their pestering was costing us the contract. I spent fruitless hours searching as my team's death cries and ferocious swearing pounded in my ears, punctuated by the booms of the sniper rifles whose users I could not find.
I tripped. Yeah. Enhanced exoskeleton designed for extreme conditions and combat, and I slipped in it. Whatever. But perhaps it was a sign. Because lying down, with my cheek against the ground, I saw it. A footprint. It was small, dainty and light. Whoever made it was tiny, perhaps he (or she, I realised was more probable) had thrown her sniper rifle and climbed after it, keeping her weight minimised. Ingenious. But now I knew what to look for, I saw the path. Slightly flattened grass here, some small craters in the ground where rocks had been dislodged. My blood began pumping; the hunt was on.
Another boom, and I smiled with anticipation. It was definitely louder. I clambered on, assault rifle slung over my back, making as little noise as possible.
There. It was a female. Kaalakiota Tactical Sniper Rifle, and the beacon of the drop uplink behind her hidden from the battlefield sprawled haphazardly below by her petite body. I snuck up, slowly. There would be no need to waste ammo and alert all the other snipers on this hill of my presence.
Two feet behind her and I accidentally kicked a loose pebble, knocking it into her back. All caution was thrown out the window as I leapt forward, grasping her head, and twisted-
Just the helmet. She had, in another act of ingenuity, unattached her helmet from her head, and I spun it off, revealing-
Mother of God. She had the most perfect face I had ever seen. Green, cat-like eyes, framed by luscious lashes. A thin, slanted nose, and a mouth which currently had the bottom lip, red and full, bitten by her perfect white teeth, as if seeing someone just try wrench your head from your body was a puzzling experience. Her eyes, now I looked closely, certainly had a quizzical look.
All these observations merely took a second, but in that second this beautiful face, hiding that crafty mind that I had admired so during the hunt, was thinking. This was not her puzzled, this was her intensely concentrated. And I got a huge rush knowing she could look like this when focusing.
And when her scrambler pistol fried my brains, I didn't mind in the slightest.
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