| From: | "Brian Macleod (Macleod@**.Temple.EDU)" <MACLEOD@********.BITNET> |
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| Subject: | Fallen Constellation |
| Date: | Tue, 10 May 1994 12:03:01 EDT |
Orion, how're ya feeling today, hmmmm? Hahaha. You know, you really
should train your lackeys better, you know that, don't you. Oh my, I guess
I DO leave the others in the dark sometimes don't I now, let's see, where
was I, oh yes.....
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A dimly lit alleyway fills the image. In the distance a brightly lit main road
is seen. It is late afternoon, early evening. A figure walks down the alley-
way cautiously, keeping near the walls and shadows.
The figure dissapears from sight.
Several minutes later, he reappears in front of the camera, looking around.
Cut to view of second camera, seeing the figure much more clearly. It is
Quade Slanstar, adorned in his 3/4 length sim-leather jacket. As he snoops
around, he suddenly stops, sensing somebody. He spins around, pulling his
sword out of the jacket. From the doorway that lead to the roof, Arrowsmyth
appears, sword in hand, garbed completely in black.
A: "Ah, the prodigal son returns, does he not?"
Q: "Yes, well, my schedule read 'buy food at store, sniff around Megann's
murder site, and, if possible, behead Arrowsmyth,' but not necessarily in that
order."
A: "Hmmm, the 'if possible' part should be highly stressed, young one. Be-
sides, you really SHOULD go to the store for food, you have to make sure Orion
is good and strong when I come to face him, you know."
Q: "You won't be facing him, or anybody else, ever again after today."
The figures square off. Quade opens with a reverse slash at Arrowsmyth's neck,
which is avoided by the assassin. As Quade completes the manuever, his back
is left open and Arrowsmyth jabs for it. Quade's momentum and his leather coat
keep him from being cut, but just barely. Arrowsmyth fans his blade in antici-
pation. Quade begins another attack, this time choosing a simpler slice at
his opponent's midsection. Arrowsmyth, now utilizing an unique reverse-hand
grip, easily parries the younger one's blade and lashes out with his own stike,
catching Quade accross the gut.
Q: "FRAG! You cut my COAT, DREKFACE!!!"
He dives into the fray, really angry now. The two swordsmen traverse the dis-
tance of the roof. With only a meter behind him, Quade executes a spinning
flip over the head of Arrowsmyth, catching him across his off shoulder. He
cries out in pain, grasping his wounded limb as best he can. Quade lands and
pivots about, slicing at Arrowsmyth's neck. The elder combatant throws off any
pretext of pain as he batters Slanstar's sword away from the lethal blow.
A: "Never fall for such a fient, Quade, didn't Orion teach you that!"
Q: "He taught me enough to kill you!!"
He delivers a powerful swing towards Arrowsmyth's midsection. Arrowsmyth
jumps a half-step back and brings his sword up, catching Quade's just beneath
the handguard, and flipping it up and out into the night. A half-second later
a *CLANG* is heard as the weapon impacts on the sidewalk.
A: "Prepare to die, Slanstar. Give my regards to McKinney."
He brings his sword up, preparing to strike. Quade hesitates for a second,
then dives for the roof ledge, hoping to clear it and fall to the ground below,
where he can recover his sword and, hopefully, be able to escape. His body
lunges past Arrowsmyth's in mid-air and falls to the ground below...headless.
On the rooftop, Arrowsmyth picks his sword up once more, glancing over at the
head of his challenger. The head begins to glow, radiating a strange light,
and thunder is heard rumbling in the distance--- *CAMERA FEED INTERRUPTED*
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Ah well, Orion, you know how such stories end, lightning, thunder, energy, and
so forth. Such is the life we lead. Or don't lead, as certain beheaded indi-
viduals may contest, but oh well. Ta-ta, Antilles, your fate will be met soon
enough.]<<<<<
-- Arrowsmyth <19:56:36/05-10-55>
