Browny was flown in yesterday. The tiny robot had just wrapped up a successful sting, having infiltrated a cartel and dismantled it from the top with a record setting arrest. How the group of exclusively human members did not notice their newest member was a robot just goes to show how good Browny is at his job.
Now we shift focus away from our fiters to the place they shall do combat: Sheffield’s Abandoned Anglican Chapel. A long abandoned church all the way in the UK was the only way we could get Father Squid comfortable with using his powerful sniper rifle within God's House. Comfortable might not be the right word, but after he went in to prepare for the fite, we lost track of him. A true sniper, he's found the perfect spot to pick his foe off from no doubt.
Meanwhile, Browny's gun is better for close encounters where the unique ammo types have a better chance of hitting. We have seen the tiny robot ducking into small hallways as the fite preparation began, trying to keep the combat in an area where he'd have the advantage.
Where these two clash remains to be seen, but we do know that when they do, the shootout will be glorious.
Tonight's Fite:
As Browny exhausted the possibilities, Father Squid calmly kept his cool. He was aiming at one particular area and hoping that his opponent would walk directly into his line of sight. The faster this ends, the less damage the chapel might face. He was lying motionless in wait, adjusting his rifle every now and again as the wind changed.
The drafts blowing around the area made old rusted bells in the church jingle. Browny, unable to feel the light push of air's movement, mistook the bell ringing for a mistake made by his opponent. Browny rushed towards the main foyer and fired a volley of his weapon's Machine Gun bullets into the lobby. Dust erupted all around as wood undisturbed for decades sheds its many layers of detritus. Browny was not as disturbed by the smokescreen of dust as his opponent. Father Squid was aiming at the foyer, but now the dusty air cloaked his opponent.
Browny walked around cautiously. He kept himself in the cloud of settling particles as long as he could, but as it died down, Browny knew that he would not be as safe. He switched his gun's ammo as the dust faded, and finally Father Squid believed he had a good enough shot. A few more calculations for wind, distance, and other stuff the video games never tell kids about sniping was all he needed. He squeezed the trigger.
The bullet flew towards Browny not from within the church, but from nearly 1,500 meters away. After entering the chapel for the battle, Father Squid had walked right out of the back and chosen a nearby hill as his vantage point. The front door of the church also had a very convenient hole through it, and although the priest had to stare at some rather offensive graffiti to snipe through it, he wouldn't have been upset if the bullet destroyed that particular wall as it tore through Browny.
But it did not tear through Browny... entirely. Maybe staring at that graffiti for so long had made Father Squid forget that his rifle would announce its presence, especially to a robot fine-tuned to hearing gunshots. The tiny machine had double jumped into the air as soon as the sound rang out, and although it took a split second for the round to travel the distance, a mechanical mind can process things even faster. Browny was hit, but nothing that bad. The pack on his back was scuffed, and as he tries to hover it complained, but he quickly landed on the ground to spare it from overheating or malfunctioning.
Browny took a moment to consider where Father Squid must have fired from. Lifting his rifle, he aimed directly at one of the chapel's walls and fired. The Victory Laser sailed right through the wall harmlessly, flying all the way towards where Father Squid believed he was safe. The priest had to roll to the side to the avoid the first laser, but as more and more were fired, he realized he would not be able to snipe from that position anymore. Clutching his rifle close, Father Squid rolled down the hill and began to go towards the church, choosing a route far off from Browny's current line of fire.
Browny knew that his shots would most likely miss their target. Their point was to flush out the sniper, not take him down necessarily. Browny switched his ammo type again and went into the church, looking for a way to reach the roof. Father Squid was running towards the chapel, panting and heaving from the exertion. He did not plan to enter, but perhaps there was a good window in the back or side to snipe from. Before he could decide which side to try a closer version of gun combat, Browny appeared at the top of the chapel.
Where a bell once beckoned to churchgoers now stood a robot who beckoned towards a mutant squid. Father Squid still had a good 200 or so meters on Browny, although he wouldn't have time to set up a sniper's nest, he could still try to snipe the mocking robot before he could get shot himself. Lifting up his Barret M82, the squid tried to quick-scope the robot, but some odd ammo floated out of Browny's gun and started absorbing the shots. The Shield Chaser gobbled up the rounds like some overly hungry hippos from Zoofights 6. Unable to do any real damage to the robot, Father Squid briefly said a prayer and shot at the church beneath the robot instead of one of the orbiting shields.
The already powerful ammo did not need help breaking the floor beneath Browny, but it didn't help that the chapel was waiting for an excuse to let some of its roof fall in. Browny toppled down into the building, buried beneath the rubble that had fallen with him. The remaining shield chasers had scattered as Browny lost track of his weapon in the confusion. Although it was clear he was bothered by the destruction, Father Squid suppressed his feelings as much as he could and went to confirm the kill.
Amidst the few remaining rotting pews was the abandoned camp of some traveling hobos. Browny's fall had been cushioned, but the pack on his back had changed from a complaining appliance to a screaming ball of fire. An attempt at hovering to break his fall had resulted in a major malfunction. As he pushed the rubble off, he hurled the pack away from the makeshift camp. Father Squid had just opened the chapel doors (or rather accidentally pulled them off) when an explosion's roar greeted him. Father Squid was a bit surprised, but an explosion against a robotic foe might be a good sign.
Still, he was a careful mutant squid priest, and he kept his gun up as best he could as he walked into the building. Browny had pushed off the rubble that had covered him, but the hobo camp around him was burning and making it difficult to find his gun. As Father Squid entered, he knew he would have to attack now or risk a sniper bullet tearing him apart. Browny wrapped the burning tent around himself, his metal body shielding him from fire's normally harmful effects.
Father Squid had expected to see a broken Browny, or maybe one with a missing arm or leg, but he did not expect a ball of burning cloth to leap out at him. A hastily fired sniper bullet hit the ceiling and as Father Squid grappled with the burning bot, the last of the roof's supports finally turned in its resignation notice. The roof gave up all it's rubble, the old wood and other bits of material cascading down onto the two struggling fiters.
For a moment, the church of Sheffield's Anglican Chapel was eerily quiet once more.
The rubble parted as a tiny robot with a cape of burnt tarp crawled away. He removed the no longer burning cloth, its once helpful flames snuffed by dusty roof parts. The constant barrage of debris was annoying him, but with the roof gone he could finally focus on tactics that involved shooting his opponent instead of bringing the house down. He did not know if Father Squid was alright. The rubble had separated them, and right now Browny focused solely on retrieving a gun. The large rectangular gun Browny carried had a bit of camouflage do to its similarity in color and shape to old broken church parts, but he stumbled across it eventually.
Not knowing where the squid was buried, Browny decided it was time to clear some of this annoying rubble. The Electromagnetic Yo-Yo streamed out of the machine's gun, grinding all it hit to dust. Browny did a sweep of the area, trying to hit any possible location of a buried priest with the powerful and unique weapon. What he did not notice was as he cleared the area, a faint glimmer reflected off the glass of a scope. Father Squid might not be able to find a better spot to snipe from then under a pile of ex-roof parts. As Browny got close to the pile, Father Squid squeezed the trigger again.
The tiny robot flew backwards as a few failed shots hit the space he used to occupy. Browny's body struggled to stay up. He could function fine, but his center of gravity shifted. Browny decided to instead fite from the ground, propping himself up out of range of the squid's scope and checking his gun for damage. The rubble that was hiding the Father shifted as the cephalopod mutant tried to find Browny again.
Browny's gun would no longer be able to fire the yo-yo or Shield Chaser, and although the boomerang-like Gemini Scatter seemed to work, he wouldn't chance it for fear of it malfunctioning as it returned to him. Browny instead went back to the Victory Laser. That pile of rubble was no longer a good enough shield for the priest.
Father Squid's robe was already scorched from the Burning Browny attack, but now it was singed even more as Victory Lasers tore through the rubble and hit the squid hard. Father Squid had been content to camp there, but the lasers taught him the lesson many FPS-players wish they could teach noobs. Unlike those noobs though, Father Squid would have been happy to stop camping, but he hadn't realized how heavy the rubble on top of him was. He shook back and forth desperately, hoping against hope that he would be able to escape the rubble.
Unable to escape, the squid chose to instead open fire wildly with his Barret M82. The wall behind Browny barfed up chalky air as it absorbed the blasts, and although none hit Browny, they were dangerously close. Browny had to stop his attack to start scooting to a safer attack position. The ceasefire allowed Father Squid to gather up the strength to slam his body into one side of the tomb of church parts. Even at his lessened strength, his great weight prevailed and knocked the side of the pile out, causing the top of the pile to tumble apart. Father Squid poked his head out, and immediately Browny began to fire at the head with his Machine Gun rounds.
Father Squid ducked back into the pile and popped out again, this time holding his gun. A bullet broke the scope, and another hit the Father's shoulder, disabling his dominant arm. Father Squid placed his gun down on the top of the pile, taking a bit more time than most sane people would trying to aim at Browny. Browny was aiming directly at the Father's head, but the inaccuracy of automatic weaponry was hitting all but the Father's head. Even the tiny hat on Father Squid's head took more hits than the squid's face.
Browny attempted a quick switch to his Victory Laser, which would hit the cephalopod's head for sure, but Father Squid's carefully aimed shot slammed into Browny's gun. The already broken gun took a page from the chapel's book and decided it was tired of living. The rifle blew up, destroying Browny's arm with it.
Father Squid was bleeding badly, and as he lined up another shot, he was beginning to doubt that he was still seeing things properly. But it was not a hallucination from blood loss, what he saw was Browny running towards him. The legs still functioned after all, but with the new center of gravity, Browny's torso and head were dragged around the ground from the exposed waist wires. Father Squid could not properly target the dragging head, and many bullets instead got acquainted with the floor.
Browny's legs attempted to scale the molehill of debris to reach Father Squid, but the body could not take the constant bumpy ride. A few wires tore, and the legs stumbled. Browny stumbled down to the bottom of the pile, and the woozy squid turned his gun towards the stationary robot. He fired a shot to the big red eye as he gave the sign of the cross.
Grabbing the scorched remains of Browny's weapon, Father Squid limped out of the chapel, his mind clearly on things other than his victory here.
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