Mist

The Power of the Climber

This is what I've been waiting for. I race down the mountain and jump to catch up with my fellow soldiers. I land on the ground with ease and bring out my shotgun. We run at considerable speed. I'm easily tired so I just shoot out my mountain climber and stick my stick on the ground. My heels scrapes against the surface as I dodge the rocks and fly down drop-offs.

The first of the weird, creepy men come into view. We retrieve our shotguns. The creepy things get in a line. Seemingly planned, our group fires in unison. The creepy men jump and try to hurry up the mountain faster.

I have no control of my speed since I'm skiing down a mountainside. I slide in the middle of them and try to trip them. As they trip, they fall down the mountain forever. I slide back and forth as their light bodies slam against me and slightly mess up my balance. A Service Soldier slides up next to me and says, "Where did you learn to do this?"

"Oh, my hometown had very rocky, muddy mountains," I say as I bump into a creepy, weird thing. It screams and large crack resounds. My line breaks and I trip. I start to rag-doll down the mountain. I struggle to pull out my knife and shove it into the mountain. My arm feels like it's going to be ripped off of me. I use all my remaining force to get up. I pull out my shotgun with my other arm. I'm behind the enemy now.

There are about 100 in front of me. I get my mountain climber ready. The snow gently touches my visor. Explosions of red and orange start in the ranks of the creepy men. I stand firmly in the ground and shoot my mountain climber up.

When I get close, I cut the wire and shoot it up. I appear above the enemy. I fire down and land close to one. The creep lets out a deep screech. Its arm slams against the ground as it points its weapon at me. I fire the mountain climber at one of the creepy men in front of me. The mountain climber goes straight through it.

I run up and replace it in the ranks as that wave fires forward. I pull out my makeshift sword. I finally get the chance to use it. I slash at the guy's cord besides me. I slash everybody's cords as fast as I can. The creepy guys go tumbling down the mountain. I cut and cut and cut. None of them fire because their weapons aren't accurate. They can't run too much without tangling their cords, which leaves them in a tangled mess. It gets easier to cut. The other Service Soldiers do the same and cut the lines. A huge mass of these creepy guys fall down the mountain.