Post by Frank Castle on Nov 23, 2010 23:48:58 GMT
In his many years of combat experince Frank had seen shotgun slugs from this range take off a three hundred pound man's arm in the blink of an eye, punch holes in men the size of one's fist and reduce theh uman skull to somthing quite unrecognisable. Every shot that struck Mac flattened itself harmlessly off him. More than simple armour was at work here, even the force of the round striking him should have caused concussion damage particuarly with several shots in quick succession but initially it looked almost as f he didn't register the blows. It was only when he was distracted Frank knew he could feel them, though to ignore the sensation for so long spoke of endurance that was truely terrifying.
This guy makes the Russian look like a skinny kid. And I had to drop a nuclear warhead on that freak to kill him. With these weapons hurting this freaks gonna be impossible. I'm going to have to do somthing drastic.
Through sheer determination and a little help Venom gained the upper hand from the fight. Suddenly the firepower shifted in his direction. The criminals were mimicing Frank and trying ot give their super-powered ally a small helping hand. Dropping the shotgun Frank wheeled around, ripping his forty five from the holster and firing aimed shots at the heads which popped up out of cover. He flicked a glance back over his shoulder at the battling pair before -convinced Venom could hold his own if he got on top and used his weight- Frank returned to the firefight, giving the Russian syndicate and the remaining mafia goons somthing to think about.
It's more like juggling now. Fighting back with stolen weapons, ditching 'em when they run dry. Need to get on that boat, end this.
Sliding over a crate Frank dropped to one knee and killed the first man down the gang plank, Rushing forward he picked up the Ak74U that had been dropped and turned it on the man's comrades, firing it with one hand and his pistol with the other. Things were different now, the air had shifted. Everything hinged on the battle of the titans being played out behind them and the goons were starting to panic. Venom's assualt had ripped the fight right out of them. Seeing your buddy torn in half will do that to ya.
Frank felt the pistol run dry in his hands, the AK shortly afterwards. His kevlar stopped a round but the concussion bruisedh is ribs. Throwing himself over one shoulder he landed hard, a large winch with a steel guard the only thing providing him cover. Sitting up with his back against it the Punisher drew the gray, claylike substance from his pocket and stuck it to the underside of the winch, sticking blasting caps into it and wiring it untill the armed sign went on.
Need to have a word with the captain before I disembark. Let's hope he's in a talkitive mood. I don't have time to waste.
Changing the round in his pistol Frank waited for his moment, occasionally risking a glance at the titanic battle occuring mere yards away.
This guy makes the Russian look like a skinny kid. And I had to drop a nuclear warhead on that freak to kill him. With these weapons hurting this freaks gonna be impossible. I'm going to have to do somthing drastic.
Through sheer determination and a little help Venom gained the upper hand from the fight. Suddenly the firepower shifted in his direction. The criminals were mimicing Frank and trying ot give their super-powered ally a small helping hand. Dropping the shotgun Frank wheeled around, ripping his forty five from the holster and firing aimed shots at the heads which popped up out of cover. He flicked a glance back over his shoulder at the battling pair before -convinced Venom could hold his own if he got on top and used his weight- Frank returned to the firefight, giving the Russian syndicate and the remaining mafia goons somthing to think about.
It's more like juggling now. Fighting back with stolen weapons, ditching 'em when they run dry. Need to get on that boat, end this.
Sliding over a crate Frank dropped to one knee and killed the first man down the gang plank, Rushing forward he picked up the Ak74U that had been dropped and turned it on the man's comrades, firing it with one hand and his pistol with the other. Things were different now, the air had shifted. Everything hinged on the battle of the titans being played out behind them and the goons were starting to panic. Venom's assualt had ripped the fight right out of them. Seeing your buddy torn in half will do that to ya.
Frank felt the pistol run dry in his hands, the AK shortly afterwards. His kevlar stopped a round but the concussion bruisedh is ribs. Throwing himself over one shoulder he landed hard, a large winch with a steel guard the only thing providing him cover. Sitting up with his back against it the Punisher drew the gray, claylike substance from his pocket and stuck it to the underside of the winch, sticking blasting caps into it and wiring it untill the armed sign went on.
Need to have a word with the captain before I disembark. Let's hope he's in a talkitive mood. I don't have time to waste.
Changing the round in his pistol Frank waited for his moment, occasionally risking a glance at the titanic battle occuring mere yards away.