A moment ago, Rook was standing in an amusement park with his eyes tightly shut. Ears ringing from the deafening explosion, waiting for his opponent to make a move so that he could strike like the snake coiled around his shoulders.
Now, he was standing before his sponsor again, as the younger Ziev announced the location of his next battle.
"Next battle?" the assassin looked around, finding that he was once again in the recovery room, though this time he could not recall the battle that led him here. In fact, his last battle had barely started, let alone finished. "What happened to my last opponent?"
"You beat him of course! As I knew you would!" Philip winked, his patronising grin almost too much. It was like he was a parent trying to convince his children that he believed in them. Of course, that was only his reaction to the winners, Rook had a feeling he wasn't quite as kind to the losers. "And what a glorious battle it was... I think... Or was a tie? Hm. Actually, now that you mention it, I haven't the slightest idea how your last battle went. Probably a fluctuation in the timestream or some sort of quantum information delay, nothing to worry your tiny mortal mind about. Now go win me a tournament!"
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Once again, the assassin found himself in an unfamiliar location. It wasn't that beaches didn't exist in his time, more that they were not used for recreation. The ocean was a dangerous place, full of dangerous creatures, not to mention uncontrollable forces like whirlpools and tsunamis. Early in their reign, the United Coalition of Humankind decided that the sea had to be subjugated and set about converting all beaches on the planet into barriers designed to hold back the figurative wrath of Poseidon.
Simulated beaches were, of course, rather popular. However, it was not the traditional hunting ground for a runtkiller, nor did Rook spend any time there as a member of the rebellion. As he walked along the beach, he smiled as he saw turtles drifting through the water, glad to see the animals in their natural environment, as opposed to where he was used to seeing them (that is, either in a zoo or on a plate). He watched in awe as a gigantic flipper skated just below the surface, feeling the almost unnoticeable swaying of the island as it moved in tandem with the mighty beast upon whom it sat.
Eventually, having almost forgotten that he was here to fight, the cybernetic solider came across a patch of glass, rather striking in opposition to the surrounding sand. Just as striking was the sudden appearance of projectile fruit. The first couple of pieces splattered against the back of Rook's head, but as he spun around to face the source of the attack he withdrew his shashka and used it to slice through the remaining fruit with remarkable accuracy. With the remains of the initial assault sliding down his stone-face, the fruit ninja sheathed his sword and glared at the boy in the tree, who was apparently blowing raspberries in his direction.
Taking two slow, menacing steps towards his foe, Rook watched as the little gremlin leapt from his perch, and the suspended tree was suddenly catapulted towards him. The tree crashing down from above forced the killer to react, as his metallic arms shot upwards to protect his skull. Seizing the trunk in an attempt to slow its descent, the assassin quickly found that sand did not provide particularly solid footing, as his feet sped away from him. His body fell backwards with the tree's trajectory as he was now almost parallel with the trunk, and he was driven directly into the patch of glass.
With the bark crunching into his nose and the back of his head smashing into the glass, shards of both broke loose and embedded themselves into the assassin's head. Chunks of wood and glass now decorating his face, Rook wrenched his legs out of the sand with a roar as he jumped back to his feet and seized the KalashDrakov from his back. Named for both the creator of the famed AK-47 and his adopted father Andrik Drakov, the weapon was a futuristic assault rifle. It could fire a continuous stream of bullets, all of which were heated to searing temperatures before being fired, resulting in what was essentially a laser. Though the added bonus over such a weapon was that while a high powered laser would merely separate limb from torso, anyone caught in the crossfire of the KalashDrakov would find that the ammunition instead settles into one's flesh and provides continuous pain until finally burning through.
Using this mighty weapon, Rook opened fire as he imagined how foolish his enemy would feel about having taken shelter behind some leaves. First targeting the area in which his opponent had fled to, the killer shredded through the leafy canopy, before turning his attention to the tree itself as he moved the line of sight across the trunk, tearing through it with ease. He did the same to the surrounding trees, ensuring that the boy would no longer be able to hide in the treetops. Hiding from a man like Rook was no easy task, as he had been trained for years to find those who did not wish to be found. Once the cover had been demolished he would focus his fire on his enemy, attempting to plug him with as many bullets as possible.
His first opponents had made the mistake of engaging the cut-throat crow in close quarters, though in truth, he was deadly at any distance.
Murder was his greatest talent, and while he took no please in it anymore, he would not hesitate to kill the boy. Rook would do anything to finally achieve his goal, and he refused to allow this punk to stand in his way.
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