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Originally Posted by thatmariolover
It's good! You shouldn't worry about the length though. You do it as you can do it.
Swan swallowing Typhoid was clearly the best part, though.
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That sounds really bad when stated like that...
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Fox backed off of Dyne as Swan attempted to evade Typhoid long enough to rejoin Bond. The three men back at the center of the beach with Nighthawk not too far behind.
"Okay, is everything ready?" Fox asked out of breath.
"If we can get them into place, this should be easy." Bond answered back.
Fox still tried to catch his breath in between pauses, "Yeah, if this was easy these guys would have been in jail hours ago."
Swan could not resist the urge of taunting the Coalition some more, but he wanted information first, "I know none of you are smart enough to create trackers and Typhoid could not see where we went, how'd you find us so quick?"
At this Dylflon had to snicker, he would cause a little chaos in their group yet, "Oh, you didn't know! A little birdie told us everything!"
Fox and Swan turned to Nighthawk, "You set us up!" Fox asked angrily.
Nighthawk was certain that he did not,"No! Never! How could I?"
Dylflon could feel his confusion, this would be too easy, "Oh he relayed the message through an old friend, didn't you?"
Nighthawk could feel Dylflon creeping into his mind, "No... it wasn't... it couldn't be..."
Dylflon quickly pounced on the confused lad, it was the upperhand they needed. However, when Dylflon went to enter into Nighthawk's mind he found his path blocked.
"Sorry, but this one is all mine." Dylflon was shut out cold, but there was something oddly familiar about that voice.
Dylflon had no choice but to relent on his attack of Nighthawk. He knew that Fox and Swan's mind were too strong for his powers, maybe he could try Bond, but that was too much of a risk. If all the rumors about his genius was true, it would be a task even for Dylflon. He surveyed the beach there had to be someone... aww yeah the last remaining agent. He would come in handy.
Bond felt a bullet whiz by his ear just missing its mark. He turned around pistols drawn to find the source. Only to find the sole GAMES agent staring blankly at him.
"Soldier, what are you doing?" Bond demanded to know. There came no response but another bullet was fired. Bond rolled out of the way of that one and once again reprimanded the soldier.
"It's no use Bond," Fox pointed over to Dylflon, "I'm certain that he is controlling him. The only way we are going to break the control is to take him out of his game. So let's get this plan into motion."
The three men, with Nighthawk offering reluctant assistance as he hardly trusted himself, rushed forward once more.
This time it was Swan who charged at Dyne, and the water blast had less of an effect on him as he simply molded his body around the point of impact. Dyne tried his tidal wave attack once again, but Swan transformed him into a mini-submarine and navigated the waters until he came up behind Dyne.
He transformed back quickly and wrapped himself around Dyne like a anaconda. "Dyne, I know about your relationship with Typhoid and Dylflon, but how about me as your main squeeze!" Swan took the breath out of Dyne who fell limp to the body. He would be out for some time, Swan thought.
Now the focus, turned to Typhoid who quickly took in the situation. He rushed over to Swan who was just uncoiling himself and punched him rapidly in the face. It did not take him down, but would leave him staggered long enough for Typhoid to deal with the other three.
Typhoid ran repeatedly through the beach. He hoped that with his speed and the sand density he could create a sandstorm that would both dizzy and blind his foes. He almost succeeded until shots rang out from Bond's gun that almost nailed Typhoid.
He charged at Bond and took the two pistols out of his hands. "Didn't your mother ever tell you not to play with guns?"
"In fact, she did," Bond pulled out a shotgun now, "but who listens to their mother anymore!"
Typhoid was quick enough to avoid the blast from the gun, but he did not see the trap that Fox had set up. As Typhoid ran full speed into a solid clay wall, this knocked him out cold.
"Two down," Fox said as Bond turned his shotgun towards Dylflon.
Before Bond could take the shot however, the sky began to rain... meteors?
"My god!" Bond saw that they were not meteors, they were severed heads. Severed heads that were set ablaze. "Johnson? Ramirez?" Bond recognized two of the heads as GAMES agents.
Then came a rumbling from the forest path.
"Looks like, we got more company!" Fox said as he turned towards the forest path now.
Swan now rejoined with the group, "And it looks like we are in for a rocky situation!"
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The end. Of this, it was a bit rushed near the end. I apologize, but sometimes you know just want to wrap it up.