Snippet #1961190

Lark snorted, but watched him charge and cut the machine down in a bit of astonishment that she would absolutely never admit to. Lark couldn't suppress the chuckle as he stood and grinned at her. "Alright, alright, pretty good. I still feel like punchin' ya in the face though." She continued to chuckle at the man.

"Fair enough...I-"

Lark quickly shouted, "Duck!," grabbed a less powerful explosive arrow from her quiver and jumped, sending the arrow over Zach's head and straight into the machine's skull.

He looked back after he heard the explosive arrow detonate. "...must admit that that was pretty awesome."

She grinned up at Zach as she walked up to him. He stood a good ten inches taller than her, but Lark was used to looking up at people and somehow feeling taller than them. "Let's see your sword do that."

Zach watched the assassin who just 'one upped' him approach him with a grin that looked a bit too smug for Zach's taste. He'd have to change that. As she retrieved her arrows, Zach took a hand grenade off a nearby corpse. "It can." he simply said. He took a bootlace from a leg he had found laying far from its previous owner and tied the grenade to his sword.

As if on que, another wave of enemies came, led by a mech. Some others were behind, but Zach was focused on the foolish pointman. After pulling the pin on the grenade, he pulled his arm back and, with great force, he hurdled his blade towards the mech, impaling the center of it. A few seconds later, the detonation.

"That's one for me." he laughed while covering himself from the inevitable rain of bullets that approached. Zach was beginning to like his competition.