as the target comes into view, I see my opponent, his red marks visible. He is wielding a two-handed claymore. Instead of the traditional twisting and turning to get the other person to hit the constant trail of light behind you, we prepare to joust. He unslings a large Celtic-style rounded shield. In return, I unsling my larger rectangular Roman-style shield.
As we draw closer, we adjust our gear, ready to strike. The moment we collide, the crowd roars. I drive my spear as far in as I can into the red-clad commander. as the screech of weapons passes by, I look down at my battle-suit's status light that is blood-activated for injury detection, and I see that it shows as red. I look back and see the other team's commander topple from his bike.
I slow my bike and check for injury. I then realize that the blood that activated the sensor wasn't my own, it was that of the other commander. I'm going to have to get that fixed sometime. I then proceed to speed up my bike. "Kyler, where is our next tomato?" I get back a "Not a tomato Mitchell, but an orange." Great. just what I needed. I sighed, "this is gonna be a long day."
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Echo Six
Science FictionA futuristic world in which several super soldiers, created for cruel entertainment, cause a rebellion, and incidentally come into contact with another mysterious enemy
