::The Broadcast continues Live::
*DemondHunter rises to his feet, and takes a look down at himself. His baggy torn shirt hanging off him, only slightly, it was colored plainly, dark orange, sewn, not by his hand, but by hand. The shirt was wrinkled all over, there was several tears, one in the side, where his black under shirt shown through, one at his left shoulder, one by his elbow, and another on the lower sleeve. The shirt slightly covered his tan pants, also, hand sewn, like all clothes in the real. The pants were kind of cargo-ish, having several pockets DemondHunter had put in himself, two on each side, one back pocket, another pocket on the left side of his left shin which contained a medium sized knife, and one more side pocket that was smaller and lower down than the one on DemondHunter's thigh. His boots were typical buckle boots, he had a few more buckles, and his buckles were made of a tougher shinier rust-resistant metal DemondHunter had found, mixed, and melted down. DemondHunter has basic cotton-fingerless black gloves. Each glove had a D on it, they were his father's, passed down to his older brother, and than him. They had surprisingly stuck together well, almost no holes, way better than any of his other clothes that he's had for a shorter period of time.
*DemondHunter rose to his feet when he heard the humming of a nearby Hovercraft, he smiled and rose to his feet, "Freelancer", he whispered.
*NegativeEight and Fragz ran down the ramp, "that Him?" NegativeEight asked.*
*DemondHunter rose his head and looked at the ship, it was small, didn't look like any kind of warship, then DemondHunter realized, it wasn't Freelancer. "Get back in the hovercraft!" NegativeEight responded with query, "huh? What? Why?" "Go!" DemondHunter exclaimed, Fragz grabbed NegativeEight's collar and NegativeEight then went willingly in with Fragz.
*DemondHunter unholstered a large revolver-like handgun, it could be labeled as a pistol*. It was a small compact version of the electric gun that almost all Operatives carried, DemondHunter had the electric rifle, but he made this compact version, for himself, along with its twin counterpart.
*DemondHunter watched as the ship tried to target the landed hovercraft, DemondHunter reacted fast. He held up his handgun and aimed, closing his left eye, he fired, the electrical bolt hit the turrets, shutting them off temporarily, but only, temporarily. He held the trigger down and the bolt connected to a long rope of electricity, it looked like a lightning strike from a distance. The large ship began to come down, and DemondHunter spun out a second handgun, shooting its electric current at the window of the ship, the glass shattered, pieces went everywhere, it fell like snow during the Matrix's winter, DemondHunter squinted only slightly, the pilots of the ship lost control, but they were all ready close to the ground, so their wasn't badly damaged as it fell into the wasteland. DemondHunter dove behind a small pile of metal, and waited.
A large crew of sweaty men and women who were cussing like sailors came from the ship, there were twelve of them, DemondHunter counted, five women, seven men, eight of the twelve were carrying electric-guns, the rifle brand. DemondHunter waited, patiently, for the group to identify themselves. "I hope Commander Roland doesn't hear about this" a female Operative said with concern. There it was, the ID ticket DemondHunter wanted. "Everyone shut up! The ship will be fine, let's find the Machinist target, and kill him, and do NOT forget, there's no EJP in this dump! So watch yourselves!" the Captain of the crew barked.
DemondHunter hollered, "Mechanical!" To indentify himself as the Machinist they were looking for, he rose from the pile of metal and steel, and aimed his handguns, he fired both of them simultaneously, hitting two of the crewmembers,and killing them, one was hit in the face she went down first, the other directly in the center of his chest, he slowly reacted and then collapsed. The electrical bolt had pierced the man right through, half of the woman's face was fried, the handguns DemondHunter had crafted were just as powerful as the electric rifle that was originally made. They just had less distance. "Ten more", DemondHunter said, neither of the operatives he had shot were carrying the electric guns. When the bodies hit the ground the rest of the crew finally reacted. "Hostile!" "Target Found!" "Engaging" "Take Cover" some of the operatives yelled. The ten remaining all charged DemondHunter's location, the eight of them with electric guns fired all at once. DemondHunter fell down backwards behind the heep he was once hiding behind. All eight of the people firing electrical guns were forced to aim up, the power of the weapon forcing its Operators to aim up. DemondHunter rolled, shot four quick bolts of electricity, and jumped to his feet, one of the bolts hit someone, but only their shoulder, and they could still fight. DemondHunter did a small backwards jump and then did a quick flip which landed him in a pile of metal and trash, the landing hurt, but the electric bolts that were fired at him had missed, and that's what mattered. One of the Operatives carrying an electric gun rushed up the ramp of DemondHunter's ship, DemondHunter heard the foot steps, he got to his feet and fired both of his weapons at the Operative, one bolt went through his neck and into DemondHunter's ship, the bolt simply hit a wall and left a scorching mark, the other bolt went through the Operative's lower back, it didn't go through, instead it went up the nerves on his spine, the Operative shrieked in agonizing pain, DemondHunter had never heard anyone in so much pain, the Operative fell to the floor and rolled down the exit ramp. "Nine More", DemondHunter said to himself. Seven of the nine remaining Operatives carried electric guns, one of the unarmed Operatives dove towards the exit ramp, hoping to get a hold of the ranged weapon, DemondHunter fired one bolt, it went through the Operative's side through his chest and out the other side, he was killed instantly. "Eight more", DemondHunter whispered to himself. Seven of the eight had electric guns, a second attempt was made to retrieve the lost weapon, the attempt succeeded, and now all eight of the remaining Operatives were armed. DemondHunter leaned his back against the pile of garbage, and slid down. He was crouched, ready to jump at any movement. The person who had picked up the electric gun realized that they were on the open exit ramp, "I'm going in!" She yelled, that was DemondHunter's tip off, he pounced, spun around, and shot two bolts into her upper back, and then he fell to the ground, as his back roughly landed on the ground, the female collapsed and fell off the side of the ramp. A piece of metal that was sticking up pierced through DemondHunter's shoulder like a piece of fruit, "Ah!" DemondHunter grunted. The metal was there, DemondHunter leaned up, and yanked the shard from his back, he was bleeding. "The advantage returns to them", DemondHunter said, "seven more". One of the Operatives ran towards the heep of garbage, stepping off a loose piece of steel and flipping forward, over the pile, DemondHunter saw the whites of the man's eyes, and fired, using them as targets, the Operative fired his gun simultaneously, but DemondHunter had ducked his head as soon as his fingers hit the trigger, and the enemy's bolt was absorbed by the pile of trash. The corpse landed, and DemondHunter kicked it away with his foot. "Six more", he said, feeling the victory near. DemondHunter dropped his pistols to either side of himself, and held the electric rifle over his head, holding the trigger, he swung it around his head wildly, using his memory to keep away from the direction of his ship, it was like a sprinkler of lightning.
"Down!" The Captain of the ship yelled, they all swooped their own legs out from under themselves and fell to the floor like a ton of bricks. One Operative was too slow, and felt the bolts, and died. DemondHunter heard his cry and said, "five more".
Three of the five remaining Operatives charged the garbage pile, a big mistake, DemondHunter picked up his hand guns, fell forward, then rolled to a nearby smaller pile, the Operative jumped over the heep, and landed, hyperjump style, they were aiming their guns at the ground, they turned their heads towards where DemondHunter had rolled, and before one could react, DemondHunter fired, both handguns, the Operative was fried, and crumbled to the floor, the other Operative dove to the side of the heep, in cover, and safe from the gunfire. "Four more, or should I say four less? Eh, don't want to get ahead of myself", DemondHunter said. The hiding Operative came out of cover and fired three long bolts in a row of electricity, then took cover. The Operative creeped around the opposite side of the heep, this Operative was an Infiltrator in the Matrix, and had some of his skills with him, even in the real. The Operative made it to DemondHunter's side, DemondHunter rose to shoot, and the Operative jammed his rifle into DemondHunter's upperback, DemondHunter felt the pain echo into his whole body, he cringed, and fell over, the Operative went to fire when DemondHunter, kicked the gun to the side, the operative returned to straight aim, then DemondHunter slammed his heel into the nozel of the gun, the back end of it hit the Operative's nose, breaking it, and drawing blood. The Operative threw the gun at DemondHunter, DemondHunter took the blow to the mouth, which filled with blood. DemondHunter mumbled,"No broken teeth at least", and spit the blood from his mouth. When DemondHunter spit, the Operative made her move, she pounced on DemondHunter, she was on his chest, and she gave DemondHunter several palm blows to the face, DemondHunter went to lift his guns, but she opened her legs, and smashed down on both of DemondHunter's wrists with her knees, and she returned to attacking with her palms. DemondHunter head butted one of her wrists, she gave him a weird look, then grabbed his throat. DemondHunter brought his knees up, and they hit her tailbone, the pain surged, she reacted, and DemondHunter took advantage, he moved his head up, and butted her stomach, she reacted, lower herself, where DemondHunter slammed the back of his head into her chin, she began to fall back, but caught balance, not before DemondHunter was able to bring his handguns up though, he aimed them directly at her, one at her chest, another right under her chin. Her eyes widened, DemondHunter's expression remained stoic, until the began to cry. He leaned up, disarming himself, and hugged her, the young girl had tasted war for the first time, and was overwhelmed. DemondHunter then heard foot steps again, and he thought of his little brother, the last of his family, and Fragz, who became apart of that family, DemondHunter re-armed himself, threw the girl off of his chest, and then shot two bolts into her, he then jumped onto and off the garbage pile, and dove, firing his bolts, and yelling, the bolts killed three of the four remaining Operatives, who were surprised by DemondHunter's move. The Captain however, was ready, before the Operatives had fell to the floor, the Captain sent his foot into DemondHunter's stomach, DemondHunter hit the ground, dropped his handguns, and slid into another metal heep. He spat out blood and looked up at his opponent*. . . *your feed goes static*
