Moving on a horizontal axis is easy enough for the drones, and moving downwards isn't that much more difficult, but moving upwards is a rather more difficult task. As Barry suddenly starts moving upwards, the drones tilt to start following him, far too slow, and there's the sound of some crestfallen beeping and whirring before they collide at top speed with the wall and explode.
The few drones that weren't following Barry start to swerve about to follow Barry, trying to catch him with bullets but keeping their distance, at least for now. But another door hisses open on one side of the catwalk, admitting a half dozen drones -- a few with guns, a few with circular saws, and a few that are emitting thick clouds of white smoke from their sides, breathable but difficult to see through. The room's large enough that it will take a while for it to fill up completely, but they certainly seem committed to the task of covering everything in smoke.
Yamato is pretty sure he's bleeding from his head. Extremely sure, even, because the blood's starting to pour down over his eye and cut off his vision on one side. He can't quite see the man's face, but he can hear him speak, even if it does sound like he's hearing it through a pool of water, and the sound of him so certainly talking about Barry dying is infuriating.
He sees the blurry shape that he thinks is the bat shift in the man's hand, thinks he sees it move upwards, and he's fairly sure this blow will split his skull open. He blinks rapidly, trying to clear his vision, pushing woozily off the wall just before he hears the rush of air as the bat swings down.
One hand goes up on instinct, and he feels the bat slam against it, hard enough that the pain reverberates down his arm. He closes his hand around it, gripping it tight and holding it still.
He straightens up, taking a step forward, still gripping the bat in his hand. "Say that again."
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Date: Feb. 18th, 2019 04:52 am (UTC)From:The few drones that weren't following Barry start to swerve about to follow Barry, trying to catch him with bullets but keeping their distance, at least for now. But another door hisses open on one side of the catwalk, admitting a half dozen drones -- a few with guns, a few with circular saws, and a few that are emitting thick clouds of white smoke from their sides, breathable but difficult to see through. The room's large enough that it will take a while for it to fill up completely, but they certainly seem committed to the task of covering everything in smoke.
Yamato is pretty sure he's bleeding from his head. Extremely sure, even, because the blood's starting to pour down over his eye and cut off his vision on one side. He can't quite see the man's face, but he can hear him speak, even if it does sound like he's hearing it through a pool of water, and the sound of him so certainly talking about Barry dying is infuriating.
He sees the blurry shape that he thinks is the bat shift in the man's hand, thinks he sees it move upwards, and he's fairly sure this blow will split his skull open. He blinks rapidly, trying to clear his vision, pushing woozily off the wall just before he hears the rush of air as the bat swings down.
One hand goes up on instinct, and he feels the bat slam against it, hard enough that the pain reverberates down his arm. He closes his hand around it, gripping it tight and holding it still.
He straightens up, taking a step forward, still gripping the bat in his hand. "Say that again."