Board Thread:Fun and Games Forum/@comment-26355186-20150819063938/@comment-26809040-20150921004858

Varrus Coughed and rose to his feet, his back had been pirced by a wire rifle, and his gut burned, even through the plate. Strikers always did know how to throw a punch, but they were also agressive, and even predictible, givein experince. The one across from him now held a sidearm in one hand, standing ready to react to the giant's next decision. For some reason, he had not emptied his weapon as the giant stood up. His HUD showed that his opponent had a light concussion, and some helmet damage. Perhaps that was why. Varrus stood there, evaluating the situation, and decided upon a course of action.

The titan reached up with his right hand, and grasped the grip of invective. As Varrus had predicted, his opponent rushed forward to disarm him, and then likely deliver the killing blow. The giant had something else in mind. As the other titan closed with him once more, Varrus began to turn to his right, watching as the other's left hand reached for his right, to rip it away from his shotgun. Varrus saw the blow comeing, and was prepared. As he turned, Varrus caught the other titan's outstrached wrist in the grasp of his left hand, and put all his weight into pulling his foe along with him.

The titan was ripped off his feet, his hand reflexively hammering the trigger of his sidearm, only for the rounds he squeezed off to ping off of Varrus's chestplate. The titan's own forward momentum, combined with Varrus's turn, pulled the Lieutenant's head towards the giant, and into the elbow of Varrus's left arm with devastating force.

The giant continued his swing, slamming his stunned foe into the ground adjancent to his charge path. Pinning the other titan's left arm and pistol beneath his own, which also held the other's right wrist in it's grasp, The giant ripped his shotgun from his back, and brought it down on the other side of his arm, its barrel pressed against his pinned opponent's stomach plate.

"Checkmate."

Varrus's finger squeesed the trigger to hammer a shell point-blank into his foe, only for it to spasam back before death was despensed. The giant twiched, dropped his shotgun, and relased his foe, yelling and cluching his head as his thoughts rushed back in a tide of confusion and pain. Varrus knelt there for a moment more, before passing out and falling on top of Avgsut with a thump.