The Plotline (Post your story continuation here)

"well for a start, what is this 'group' your in?"

Although I would take plasure in killing you I am simply going to have to knock you out

I put a hand on his chest and looking at him I say quietly "we need him for infomation, this works best when they don't already hate you"

"Okay. This group... we refer to ourselves as the BOTS... it's an abbreviation but for what isn't important. Is that all, is your friend going to have at me now?"

I sniper whip him so hard

I shake my head at him "WHAT! are you a complete cretin!?! he is part of a group containg pro players and you are directly confronting them, we're already in their bad books but now they have real reson to kill us""we're in deep"

He sidesteps in a simple manner. "Fool. That was pathetic. And Anatius, you're right on the money about us being pro... but you probably underestimate just how much. Any further questions from you?"

I, by the way, was quiet, thinking.

Ok then I say as I kick him in the crotch

He steps back, again simply. "Any questions from the CIVILISED one?"

I was thinking intently "what is this plan of your? However I understand if you fell 'less inclined' to tell us" I put my crossbow away

"Of course I can't reveal the details to you...but as you've probably discerned, we're looking for something. And now it seems we've found it."

"I have one more question. althought I alike ur calm attitude I do wonder why, are we good buissniss?"

"I'm calm because I'm entirely confident that I can defeat you. It's as simple as that."

I nod my head "that was going to be my second guess"

"Intuitive. I like that about you...but unfortunately it's also your death warrant. I have to eliminate you. Any further questions before I get started?"

I shake my head, indicating I have nothing to say.

"Oh? You're awake? I haven't seen you around here... no matter. Anatius, anything to add?" He cracks his knuckles.

"ye I want you to make me some more ammo" I was outta ideas and needed to delay him

He chuckles and smirks. "Oh, man. I really do like you. Ammo's in the corner, take as much as you want. No charge today."

I go to the corner and place each polt carfully into the crossbow and whisper into the headset "ANy ideas?"

I whisper back, almost inaudible to those not on the network. "I don't know what he can do yet. I've been scoping him out while contemplating his words, but I can't tell anything yet. I guess we'll have to go for it...three on one surely gives us some advantage however powerful he is."

"okay, I'm ready you can spring 'the trap'" (by which I mean him)

I speak out to him. "We're ready."

He nods back to me. "Alright, then. Farewell, my ex-customers...and you, with the red hair."

He steps into the centre of the room and pushes his palms together, uttering the single word "COMBAT!" The shelves fold away, weapons concealed by walling. Panels come down to cover those walls and the floor opens up to reveal a semi-transparent panel...blackness is all that can be seen below. The panel-walls fade away to effectively leave a limitless combat field.

I look around in utter shock. "This was most certainly NOT in the game files we fixed. What the hell is going on? What...are you?"

He spoke out, his voice now louder for some reason. "What am I? I'm not some sort of freak, you know. I'm just a man who's very good at what he does...and when a man like that joins a team, things like this (he motions around) get done. Now are we going to fight or chinwag?"

He holds out his hand and a giant hammer seemingly materialises from it. He grabs it and supports it with his other hand. "Now have at you!"

"Oh s**t"

I begin crouch-running around him, trying to get a look at him form all angles. The hammer was a hefty weapon and he couldn't possibly defend against ranged attacks from it. I fed this info to the others via my headset.

I pull out my crossbow and with presise aim fire "it's worth a try" I said over the headset predicting my attacks iminent failure

GunMetal turned to look at the bow, and I slid behind him ready to pounce upon him. As I leapt towards him, I felt his hammer impact on me. I went flying. He didn't even look at me.