Gun gazes between his feet. The floor below is visible 25ft below him, thru a clear dance floor. He shakes his head, now hes seen it all. Lifting his gaze, he stares at the Nuet Fixer who had challenged him to a duel. No longer a drunken mess, the Fixer was preparing his weapons for the upcoming fight.
"They get kicks out of 'baiting' Faction members into duels. Something about them swearing not to initiate combat. Seems to me they found a suitable workaround." Kisa informs him.
Guns looks at Kisa, "Do tell..."
"Ok, this guys an evade class fixer. You're gonna have touble hittin him. He's gonna root you and run around, you wont be able to keep up with him." Kisa says unhappily.
Gun grins, "I got a trick or two he may have not seen. I'll be alright."
The bartender walks up to them. "You ready?"' he asks. Gun nods. He walks out to the center to where the Fixer stands, smiling smugly. They face off.
The crowd chants "4...3...2...1...GO!!"
Determined to make this quick, Gun lets go a full salvo from his shark, emptying the magazine. He watches in disbelief as the Fixer takes a short step to the side, and evades the entire wave of bullets. As Gun slides a fresh clip into his rifle, he feels a tingle, and finds his feet rooted to the floor. The Fixer fires back, a cloud of rounds that batter him mercilessly. He watches as the Fixer runs around the room, evading most of his shots, brutally denting his armor, and without taking much damage in return.
Gun thinks quickly. Ok, gotta lose this root and hinder his mobility. Hmmm.....got it, but the timing is gonna be tough.
The two combatants continue pounding at each other, Gun takin the majority of the damage. With his heavier armor, he can afford to...but not forever. The fixer, taking enough damage to marginally slow him, darts closer, taunting Gun. He begins to /disco dance in time with the music still playing in the dance room. Gun spits a mouthful of bloody saliva into his helmet, perfect. He pops a rare anti-root stim hes been saving since his trip to the Inner Sanctum. It disolved the root and he charged the Fixer, smashing him with the butt of his rifle, bowling him onto the ground. He pounces on top of the downed Fixer, stopping him from getting back up. Slamming the muzzle of his shark into the Fixers helmet viser, he can see two wide, shocked eyes watching him. "Evade this, bitch!!" He shouts, emptying his weapon.
Wearily he climbs to his feet, aware that someone had turned the music off. Blearily, he looks around at the silent crowd. "Wet cleanup on aisle 10!" He gurgles.
Kisa is suddenly by his side, pulling him towards the exit. "Lets go, Hero", She urges, "Time to leave." Gun allows her to guide him to a nearby grid terminal. "So, what are we gonna do for a second date, huh?" She jibes. Gun just shakes his head.