The Maverick's view darts sideways at Quint's protesting hand, The headbutt lands home across the front of his helmet and face. There's wet crack, a trickle of oil from Zero's nose, a fracture snakes upward from the brow ridge as the stressed armour begins to buckle from the impact. The pain is exquisite. The thrill overwhelming. His pupils dilate and seem to almost vibrate with excitement behind their crimson glow.
"Hahahha, oh yes, YES!!"
No!
He grips the spear, his hands bearing down in crushing grip on top of Quint's. He engages full strength, or attempts to, the terrified hunter inside him fighting his actions as best he can. There's a grind and a hissing screech as his damaged internal pistons and actuators fight amongst themselves. All he can achieve is to push back and lock static, shaking on quint's attempt to push him flat on his back. The horizontal bar rattling against his Larynx in the struggle
"You're as much MegaMan as I am, Zero, Quint. We're both something more. Killers. Neither of us should exist... Maybe then I should take a different name... something mathematical... a synonym perhaps."
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Date: 2025-03-18 12:14 pm (UTC)"Hahahha, oh yes, YES!!"
No!
He grips the spear, his hands bearing down in crushing grip on top of Quint's. He engages full strength, or attempts to, the terrified hunter inside him fighting his actions as best he can. There's a grind and a hissing screech as his damaged internal pistons and actuators fight amongst themselves. All he can achieve is to push back and lock static, shaking on quint's attempt to push him flat on his back. The horizontal bar rattling against his Larynx in the struggle
"You're as much MegaMan as I am, Zero, Quint. We're both something more. Killers. Neither of us should exist... Maybe then I should take a different name... something mathematical... a synonym perhaps."