by Evil Eye » Wed Dec 03, 2008 11:22 pm
Without hesitating, he pulled out his M-16 and began to fire, after taking out two of them, using a clip-and-a-half, to his horror, he heard a kinking sound, signifying he was out of ammo. He flew right up to one of the and whacked him hard with the butt of it, then chucked it at a number. But already their sheer number was overwhelming him, and just as he took to the air, he felt a stinging sensation around his shin, and looked down to see it frozen. He whipped out a desert eagle and took out another, only to find one of his wings frozen. "AAAAARRRGGHHH!" He let out a howl of frustration, at the same time sending a jet of fire at both his leg, which was know fully frozen, and then at his wing. He took flight just as he was about to hit the ground, and then began spinning furiously. He holstered his deagle, stuck a hand out to each side, and released a jet of fire from within each one, making a spiral of fire that was never- ending. He brought down at least seven, but more kept coming. He flew up high into the sky, out of their reach, rethinking a battle plan...
Clarity of thought before rashness of action...