Waiting for the two second recharge for the weapon had more of a stressful effect on the ex prisoner more than the actual thing putting him in peril in the first place. Each time Hal fired, the blazing spears of red missed, passing through the air with a crackling hiss. One shot grew into two, then three, all missing their mark as the Ork began to break into a sprint towards Hal.Growing frustrated, Hal finally brought his carbine up to eye level to give him more accuracy in hitting the monstrosity of muscle. Staring down the sights of his rifle, Hal bypassed the litanies taught to him and aimed center mass into the creature charging him.
Perhaps it was because of the thing's wild charge, or maybe because some entity had smiled down upon Hal that day, but the las beam caught the alien in his pistol hand, deadening the nerves of the meaty grasper and causing the ork to drop his firearm.
With what little time he had, there was none to be spared for celebration, as the savage was upon him. Firing a second shot into the ork, Hal had managed to clip the massive bulge of shoulder muscle, which the sprinting xeno seemed to give no care of. Seeing the distance between him and the greenskin had perished, Hal braced himself for the coming charge, hoping to at least remain on his feet.
Such hopes were soon flung out the window as the ork bashed into the PDF trooper, sending him flying. Never before had he felt such force, such raw power in one blow. Hal flailed through the air, the air driven from his lungs and conscious movement inhibited as he slammed into the unforgiving ground of the compound.
His body, although still in relatively good shape, ached to simply lie there and rest, to be given time to recover it's breath. However, his prior experiences would not allow his body's desires to be fulfilled, and he burst into action, rolling to his right and jumping to his feet.
Not even a second after Hal's head had left the ground, that a crudely constructed club smashed down into the dirt, producing a good sized crater into the ground. The battle high alien grunted slightly in surprise when he did not feel the crunch of bone under his club, then again in pain as he felt the impact of a boot hitting its unarmored knee.
Hal regained his predatory grin as he was able to land a blow on the ork, and almost burst into hysterical laughter when a narrowly dodged the lethal swipe of the alien's weapon. It was all getting to him, the rush of adrenaline, the feeling of utter pain even when he landed a hit on his enemy, even the slightest amount of pain he could cause to his seemingly unstoppable opponent brought him to new heights of exhilaration. Never before had he faced such a foe in his life, never before had he been tested to such extremes of combat. This was the fight of his life, this was the purpose of his life, the drive to spill blood in the name of survival, for his sake and his sake alone.
Catching the opportunity with his pale eyes, Hal swung the butt of his carbine into the ork's elbow, sending another stunning jolt into the beast's other arm, making it lose it's grip on the ramshackle weapon. Another small victory gave Hal a slight feeling of anticipation. Was it possible that he, and he alone could defeat such a monster in hand to hand?
That question seemed to be a little premature, for right before the hulking figure of Hal could gather his strength for another attack, the savage creature lunged at him with a snarl, sending them to the ground. It was then when Hal could finally appreciate the true brute strength of his enemy, as he felt the arm he was holding his rifle with being pinned to the dirt below him by a massive slab of green.
However, that was not his main concern, as the ork chose to slam his other hand down onto Hal's bullish neck. Letting out a slight choking noise, Hal felt the world around him darken, and the icy grasp of fear blossom in his heart. It was terrifying and invigorating, to have his life be on the verge of extermination.
There was a slight pause between the two adversaries, both glared at each other with unconstrained glee and hatred. Both grinned uncontrollably, one of yellowed and cracked fangs, the other of artificially sharpened white teeth. But the lack of oxygen and the crushing weight of the ork led Hal to look for a way out.
A jumble of thoughts ran through his mind as he fought to stay conscious, from uselessly grasping at the ork to the combat knife strapped tightly to his belt. Unfortunately, his knife had been attached to his rear instead of his side, prohibiting him from using it. All of his options seemed to fall short, nothing seemed to be at his disposal. He was about to resort to simply beating his fist into the face of the massive alien on top of him, but he spotted a blurry form a few feet away from him, lying uselessly on the ground.
With all the might he could muster, Hal began to push back on the ork's hold of his neck, tightening his neck and abdomen as hard as he could to gain a bit of wiggle room, at the cost of loosing even more of his vision to the darkness. He grasped wildly for the thick pipe of the clubs handle, not even able to see it anymore due to his vision loss. He stretched as far as he could, desperately searching the area with his hand, locking a defiant glare with the xeno's glee filled eyes.
As the darkness grew, and his strength waned, Hal could've sworn he felt the cold metal of the alien's discarded weapon, and he grasped at whatever he could. He couldn't feel if he had the weapon in his hand or not, nor could he feel it's weight, but he flung his arm towards the laughing skull of the greenskin, intent on either bashing it's head with cold steel, or his own fist, whichever he had at his disposal.
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