My knowledge of BAA is limited, so bear with me.
Miashara wrote:
I don't own Battle Angel Alita. I didn't create it. I'm not making money
off this.
So does this mean you're not going to pay me for this C+C? Boy, what a
cheapskate.
I hit the concrete again. It stung, but that's irrelevant.
Oh? And what about the concrete? How do you think it felt after being hit
so hard? Mememe. Always gotta be about you. Of course, since this is in the
first person narrative, I suppose it is inevitbale. So we'll let it pass
for now.
Pain through
neural connections always is. They feel removed, distant. I didn't care
though. If the pain was ignorable, that was one less thing to distract
me during the race.
Nice passage
I was on my feet after only a second or two but
two, but
that was enough. Even
swerving and dodging to avoid the two other remaining racers, Grigg was
almost a hundred yards away from me.
After him instantly, I zig and zag myself. When We
we
came through here
only a few minutes ago, on lap two, Grigg and I took out the entire lead
group. That was glorious.
I think 'It' works better than 'That' for me. I think that's mostly a style
ting though.
Now, Grigg was slowly loosing
losing
his lead, though number 34, Zak, was
lying on the track in seven different places. Looked like his brain was
intact though.
Right until I ran over it. It made a kawaii little squishy sound. It was
great.
Laced with twists and turns, it was the most dreaded part of the course.
More people crashed here than on the whole rest of the track combined.
I wasn't worried though. I was riding a wave of control that defied any
attempt to make me crash.
At least right up until the moment I crashed.
I could do no wrong, and I could not help but
win. Grigg was simply carrying the ball for me, and I hoped he knew it.
I caught up to him about halfway through the Canyon. He was riding with
his head down and arms tucked, the motorball infront
in front
He noticed me out of the corner of his eye right
eye, right
the corner, my angle and speed driving me almost twenty feet up.
Griggs flail hit the wall where I wasn't and bounced back. A second
later he risked a glance over his left shoulder, checking to see if her
he
had me. When he didn't see me, me must have assumed I was either down or
had been forced to slow down. It was enough.
I hopped to the other wall, and rode along that through a tunr
turn
in the
reverse direction. When my blades next hit the ground, we were in the
narrow, straight part of th
the
Catching him totally by surprise, I drove my finger knives through his
right leg. I could feel the jerk as they ruptured his power conduits,
making him swerve to the right. I assisted this by pullling my claws
down and out.
He slipt
slipped
I skidded slightly and lost almost twenty mph of speed in a second. I
knew I wasn't as good as him in a straight fight, so I had to rely on my
greater manuverability. But here in the death trap, that should work out
just fine.
Sounds like it would.
Grigg was racing in front of my
me
Abruptly accelerating as fast as I could, I was only five feet behind
him as we transversed the final series of zigzags. He swung his flail at
the exact same time as a back kick, hoping to catch me either way.
It didn't work though. I Grabbed
grabbed
his leg and lifted it, wrapping the
flail around his calf. Unable to move, he was easy prey as I swept past
him and shatered
shattered
his arm with a back fist.
The shift in mass was enough and
enough, and
he twisted wildly to the left, his arm
swinging like a whip. I shoved him as he went, breaking his right arm
simultaneously. He crashed into the wall at almost full force.
I emerged from Canyon a mere hundred yards from the fnished
finish
line,
motorball raised high. I slowed down and crossed the line cockily.
The audience was stunned that I had taken out Grigg, ranked seventh, in
my first fight. When They bombarded me with questions, I only had one
answer for them.
"I am Jashugan, Number 13. And I will be the King of Motorball."
Oh, so it wasn't Alita? That surprised me. Lots of grammar errors, but a
nice little opening.
D.B. Sommer
My Fics at http://www.execulink.com/~stryker
Stryker's hosting me. Nice guy, Stryker.
Finish TWiL Max.
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