User:Arnout aka The Emperors Angel/RPG/Current Post

“Arnout! JUMP!” Taking control over the suit, Arnout’s computer managed to make them jump off the container they were standing when Arnout was making fun of the cheerleader but wich was now hovering 10 metres in the air.

Arnout’s face turned white. “Shit! Those military types could only lift a couple of hundred kilograms. That container weighs 15 tonnes!” “I came to the same conclusion.” Arnout’s computer deduced. “Now MOVE!”

Arnout sprinted out of the way of the container Pinkie (who was now laughing hysterically) threw at him. “Fuck! That was close!” Retreating to a safer distance, Arnout deployed his rifle. “Arnout, before you open fire, we should come up with a plan.” Arnout’s computer unleashed his wisdom. Folding his rifle away, Arnout snarled: “Fine! Threat analysis! I’ll keep her talking.”

“Still like my skirt, handsome?” The cheerleader’s voice was dripping with venom. Arnout turned up the volume on his speakers, to make sure everybody heard. “Yeah, sure hon. But is that a wrinkle, down there, by your nose?”

The reply was swift and violent. Arnout, who was now constantly moving, was lifted into the air, along with a good 30 centimetres of pavement, and hurled away.

Smacking down on the pavement a good 100 metres from where he took flight, the air was knocked out of Arnout’s lungs. “Arnout, I’m running diagnostics!” Trying to catch his breath, Arnout whispered; “O my god. That hurt.” And followed this with a sarcastic thought: “And nobody is even looking how my ass is getting kicked.” “Arnout, I know. Isn’t that enough?” His computer returned the thought. The mental reply was one of a large hand sticking up its middle finger. “Than enough answer, computer? How’s the suit doing?”

“Arnout, if this happens again, there is a high possibility of a break, all along the spine of the suit. I don’t have to stress that damage like that would take us out of the fight, and might even kill us. We need extensive repairs as it is.” “Fuck. Ok, how are we going to do this?” “Her powers can’t be unlimited. She has to have a weakness. We just have to find it.” “Yeah, sorry. I left my weakness scanner at home.”