Post by Maximor on Jul 11, 2017 16:15:30 GMT
WARNING: This story will contain lots of abuse and other things that are not for the faint of heart
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It was noon in the Borrego Desert when Max came riding up the road on his bike, headed toward some excitement. It was supposed to be a peaceful day for him to spend on his own accord with someone he liked, but an alert from the local minutemen regarding an imminent skirmish with the Golden State changed that quickly. He couldn't say no to this call, it was part of his duty as a minuteman to answer it. Geared up with some medium-heavy body armor, a bowie knife, pipebombs, a 7.62x39 battle rifle and a 9mm submachine gun, he flew down the desert road and made his way toward the point where he was meeting the Socal Sandmen and other minutemen. As he zoned in on the location, he was heard numerous gunshots in the distance. "Fuck, they already started," Max cursed to himself as he accelerated faster. He had just made a long drive all the way from Deerhorn Mountain to the Borrego Desert, and he was not about to miss the big fight.
Finally, Max arrived at the scene, power sliding to a stop in front of a dry riverbed. As he jumped off the motorcycle, Max noticed some carnage just nearby. There were a couple of corpses laying in bloody sand, one that looked like he took a full magazine of bullets and another with his brains leaking out. Undeterred by the scene, Max took his rifle in hand and jumped down into the riverbed, making haste toward the action. Along the way he passed by more corpses, both State Agents and minutemen, most of them looking like swiss cheese. Looking to reunite some State Agents with their comrades, Max hurried on....
The red panda finally reached the combat zone, and was immediately greeted with enemy fire. Making use of his surroundings, he ducked behind one of the many boulders in the riverbed and took cover. On a ledge above, he noticed some minutemen engaging the agents down there with him. While the agents were busy shooting at the minutemen, Max popped out of cover and dropped the men. "You got them!" one of the militia fighters called out from the ledge. "Got any more?" Max asked, to which one of the fighters pointed down the riverbed, "Down that way, that's where things are hottest." "Got it," Max replied before taking off.
When he neared the area where the battle was most intense, Max took in the scene before ducking into cover. Up ahead was what looked like a dried waterfall, a cliff, and just before it were minuteman snipers dealing with enemies down below, and other fighters covering them from the sides against the State agents using large rocks for cover. Seeing some of his allies up ahead getting downed by gunfire, Max rushed in and joined them in cover. "Hey guys, how you doing?" Max asked the others in cover as casually as he could over the gunfire. "How the hell do you think we're doing?!" a stressed out rabbit answered as he reloaded his gun. "Brought some party favors" Max said as he showed the others some of the pipebombs he brought with him. "Good, we've been out of explosives for some time," a female hawk stated as she accepted one of the bombs from the red panda.
Suddenly, something landed in the sand in front of them. "Grenade!" a snake yelled, causing the others to scatter and risk being out of cover. Quick to think, Max just reached out for it, picked it up and flung it over his cover like it was no big deal. "No wonder you idiots need help, you can't react in time for shit!" he criticized his fellow minutemen. After the grenade exploded, the red panda peeked out of cover to see his enemies. A group of about maybe seven agents were just across from him at about maybe thirty yards, using their vehicles for cover. "Alright, let's see what these morons got...." Max thought to himself as he switched out his rifle for his SMG and prepared a pipebomb. After letting it cook for a while, Max got out of cover, yelling "Got a little gift for you!" as he launched the explosive over the vehicles. The bomb exploded right where he wanted it to, killing the majority of the agents. Two agents reacted quickly and ran out of cover before the explosive, but their efforts were vain when Max used his SMG to fill them with lead. Seeing no more enemies on that side, Max headed over to the other side.
When he joined the minutemen on that side, he saw that they were holding off the State agents much better than the other ones he was just with. "At least you guys are competent," Max grumbled, just in time to see the last of their enemies getting finished off. He turned to see how the snipers were doing; they were holding off the enemy just fine, seemed like everyone had things under control, well, for the moment. More gunshots rang out from back the way Max came from, accompanied by yells and screams of the fighters back there. "Shit, they're behind us!" one of the minutemen exclaimed. Max turned back and started heading back up the riverbed, followed by a few other fighters. "Well, at least it's not over..." Max thought to himself, glad to have more chances to put some State agents in their graves.
As soon as he saw his foes in the riverbed Max flung a couple of pipebombs their way to start things off. As the agents scrambled out of cover, trying to get away from the explosions, the red panda and his allies took potshots at them and thinned out their numbers. Seeing the enemies on the run, Max went after them, dropping the runners when he could. The group pressed on, and were met with a large group of agents at the end of the riverbed, set up with more vehicles for cover and a mounted gun emplacement. "Machine gun!" a bobcat cried out just as one of his allies was ripped apart by enemy gunfire. "Fuck!" Max cursed as he dove behind a rock just in time to avoid the deadly stream of lead. When the gun turret directed its fire in a direction away from him, Max peeked out of cover with his rifle and attempted to line up his sights on the gunner's head. A series of bullets meant for the red panda ricocheted off the rock, forcing him to go back into hiding. "Well that's annoying," Max growled as he readied a couple of pipebombs. After lighting up the fuses, Max hurled the explosives over at the agents who had their sights on him and took aim for the agent on the turret. Before they had a chance to fire at the red panda, the bombs exploded and maimed if not outright killed the agents shooting at him. As the bombs exploded, Max brought up his rifle, took aim and pulled the trigger. The gun turret operator's dome popped, spraying his brains out of the exit wound. "In your face!" Max laughed, satisfied with the sight of the agent's demise.
With the man on the gun turret dead, the rest of the fight proved to be easy for the minutemen and Sandmen. The group combed through the battleground, finishing off any remaining agents and picking up their gear. A small burning wreck nearby caught Max's attention, causing him to go investigate it. Once he reached it, the red panda was furious with what he saw, his bike was torched. Just a couple of yards away laid an injured State Agent, trying to crawl away. "Where the fuck do you think you're going asshole!?" Max growled as he closed in on the man and held him down under one foot. "You responsible for that?" Max asked the man, pointing to the wreckage of his bike. "I don't have to answer to you" the agent replied. Max picked up the man and turned him over before striking him in the face numerous times. "Well fine then!" the red panda yelled, "It's not going to matter anyway by the time we're done!" After much pummeling, Max was eventually satisfied with the agent's broken, bloody face. He pulled out his last pipebomb, forced it into the man's open hanging jaw and lit it up. The red panda sprinted out of the blast radius and turned just in time to witness the chunky explosion. He snickered, admiring his work.
"State forces are retreating," one of the minutemen announced to everyone within the area, causing the rest of them to cheer in victory. With the others heading over to regroup with the rest of the fighters, Max stood alone beside his flaming wreck that used to be his bike. "Fuck man, now what...." he groaned, looking around for any functional means of transportation nearby. The red panda spotted a little dune buggy not far away that was getting prepared by two allies. He made his way over there, catching the attention of the two minutemen, a hawk and a cougar. "Hey, you guys by chance heading South-West?" he asked the two. "We are," the hawk answered, "Need a ride?" "Yeah, the Statetards destroyed my bike dude" Max explained. "No problem," the hawk replied, "We have room for one more." "Great, I appreciate it man...." Max replied. "Group of agents due East of us!" the cougar interrupted. "Thought they were done here," the hawk raised a brow. "Apparently not," the red panda mused as he reloaded his gun. "We're not ready to leave," the cougar stated as he too grabbed a weapon. The three of them left the vehicle and began to make their way over toward the enemy.
They all froze in place simultaneously when they were met with the sight of their foe, coming over a dune. It wasn't a group of agents, it was just one guy, a very big guy. "What the fuck?" the cougar swore, wondering as much as the other two about who this guy was. He was human, stood about seven to eight feet tall, and he showed visible cybernetic mods to his body. "A cyborg?" Max thought, this being only his second time seeing one. He carried no visible weapons with him, and just casually approached the group. Max didn't know why, but he felt chills in the presence of the big man, having a bad feeling about things. "Shoot him!" the hawk cried out, making all of them fire away at the approaching threat. The bullets didn't even faze the man, he just shrugged them off like they were nothing, even Max's steel core 7.62 rounds. "Fuck, no way...." Max gulped, feeling discouraged.
Suddenly, the man lunged forward and was right in front of them; he moved with astonishing speed despite his size, catching the three off guard. The large man swung one of his powerful arms and sent the hawk flying a considerable distance away, the impact of the hit a loud bonebreaking crunch. The cougar turned his weapon quickly, trying to keep up with the cyborg, but was quickly disposed of when the cyborg flung him away like a ragdoll in the air. Despite the vain efforts to do some damage to their adversary, Max continued to fire at the cyborg, switching to his SMG after his rifle ran dry. Once he had spent the entire magazine, the cyborg turned his attention to Max, undeterred by the gunfire he received. "You've got quite a fighting spirit there," he told Max in a deep electronic voice, "Giving it everything even though you know you won't win, I like you." "The fuck you say?" Max snapped back, feeling chills as the cyborg slowly got closer. "Bloodpanda, am I right?" the cyborg continued, "You have proven to be quite a problem for the Golden State, they are offering a generous reward for your head." "Great, here to try and claim that bounty metal man?" Max resisted as he backed up. "Obviously," the cyborg answered, "But first I want to have some fun with you, your kind deserves to be enjoyed to the fullest before they are put down like a dog. I'll give you thirty seconds to run or get ready to fight, starting now!" Immediately after the sentence was finished, Max turned around and hightailed it away. As a crawling feeling overtook him, his instincts told him that he needed to get away. Max hardly ever ran away from a fight before, but he immediately recognized that he wasn't going to come out on top of this one. He ran for the riverbed, clumsily stumbling in the sand, not looking back.
The red panda's attempt to get away was interrupted, and he felt his world spin and his body flip in the air as he was struck by a punch that seemed to come out of nowhere. Max didn't realize what happened until his body slammed into the ground, only for him to turn over and see the cyborg standing over him. "Motherfucker...." the dizzy red panda wheezed. "You didn't actually think you were going to get away, did you?" the cyborg taunted as he picked up Max with one hand like he weighed nothing. He looked over the red panda as he held him, then said, "You're cute. It's going to be fun breaking you." "Fuck yourself...." Max struggled, unable to free himself from the cyborg's grip. The large man set the red panda down on his feet then immediately launched a fist right at his midsection, sending Max flying back some distance away and landing in the sand. The red panda coughed, his insides feeling the force of the impact. "If you weren't wearing that armor, that would've killed you," the cyborg grinned, "So at least I won't have to worry about holding back too much." He picked up Max once again, then delivered another punch, knocking the helpless red panda back down the dried riverbed. "You've gotta be fucking kidding me...." Max thought as he hit the ground once more. He knew that he stood no chance against this enemy and he couldn't get away. The cyborg followed his prey, knocking him around like a pinata. He held Max up and directed another blow right into his gut. Despite the armor he wore, Max felt like he had been hit with a sledge hammer, coughing up blood as the cyborg's fist was driven into his body. Breathing started to hurt, the red panda's midsection ached with every breath he took. The cyborg stopped throwing his heavy punches, letting Max lay on the ground in front of him as if he was giving him a break from the smackdown.
Once he decided that Max had enough time to recover, the cyborg lifted him back up and got back to work. He grabbed the red panda in a choke hold, lifting him off the ground with one arm. His grip was like a vice, wrapped tightly around the red panda's neck. Max's instinctive attempts to break free were futile, he was absolutely powerless against his adversary. With the compression of his neck, the red panda could feel the trapped flow of blood and air. His head started to painfully throb as the cyborg kept his vice-like grip on him. "No...." was the only thing Max could think as he felt the darkness surrounding his vision. Finally, everything became obscured by the black, and the world faded away. It all came back into view slowly. When his eyes adjusted, Max found himself lying on the ground, turning his head to find the cyborg standing over him. "Let's try that again" the man taunted as he reached down and seized the red panda by the neck once more. As he felt himself slipping back out of consciousness, Max understood what was going on, "This asshole is toying with me!" Once again, the red panda was overcome with the sensation of his head feeling like it was about to explode, and went limp not long after. "Wake up, we're not through yet" the cyborg chuckled as he slapped the panda awake before wrapping his fingers around his neck once more. Max didn't even try to fight back this time, he couldn't find the strength to. With every second, he felt like his head was about to burst, his sore bloodshot eyes about to pop out of their sockets. Faster than the previous times, darkness enveloped the red panda as he was choked out.
As he came to, Max felt a weightless as he slipped in and out of reality. He could see himself flying through the air, before being stopped by a heavy impact from meeting the ground, this happened multiple times. Even in his state, he could figure out that his body was being flung around like a ragdoll. One final hard impact on a boulder produced enough shock to bring him back once again. Leaned up against the very rock he was thrown against, Max looked up to see his enemy coming over to him. As the cyborg approached, the red panda could clearly see him enjoying it more than he should have. He could see the damned metal man reaching one hand down below his belt, a couple of fingers stroking his own crotch. "Motherfucker is getting off to this....." Max shuddered as he noticed the bulge in the cyborg's lower region. Despite the soreness and shock in his body, the red panda pushed himself off the rock, barely standing as he faced the cyborg. Max reached behind his hip for his knife, and when his enemy got close enough, he lunged at him with the blade pointed toward his enemy. Seeing the attack, the cyborg sidestepped out of the way, but couldn't completely avoid it. As the knife passed, a small portion of his abdomen was cut open, leaking out crimson. The cyborg retaliated immediately, striking Max in the back of the head and bringing him down. Forcing the panda to drop the knife, the cyborg once again lifted him off the ground and brought him face to face. "Nice try," he taunted, "So you like blades little panda? Well, I've got a little something for you."
As he held Max in one hand, the cyborg brought his other arm up for a better view. From the forearm, sharp looking piece of metal slowly extended. "You had a nice little blade. This is my own." Before he knew it, the Max was pressed up against the boulder again, with the wrist blade pointed at him, right in the area between his chest and shoulder. Ever so slowly, the tip of it sank through his armor and into his body. After the pressure came the pain, getting to a point where the red panda couldn't even cry, just clench his jaw as the object was twisted inside of him. As soon as the tip made contact with bone, the cyborg violently yanked it out, causing a large stream of blood from the wound. "You like how that feels?" the cyborg taunted as he positioned the blade over the red panda's thigh. Once more, it slowly penetrated Max, causing him to wince some more as he experienced the agony. Just when it felt like it was about to go all the way through, the cyborg quickly pulled it out, making the red panda gasp and making more crimson trickle. Right after this, Max was tossed once more, when he hit the ground he rolled over to see himself looking over a cliff, with a sheer lethal drop.
Out of instinct, the red panda tried to crawl away from the ledge, but the cyborg was just waiting behind him. "Aren't you going to jump little panda?" he mocked as he picked up Max and lifted him off the ground. "Ugh....go to hell...." Max replied with whimper. The cyborg dangled him over the cliff, ready to drop the red panda like a stone. "I've really enjoyed our time together, too bad I'm going to have to cut this short and kill you, insurgent pushover." "Better than being a pretentious tool like you" Max fired back. At these words, the cyborg's sadistic grin faded away. "You hear me you big idiot? We aren't going to kneel for assholes like you or your leaders. You're a government tool and-" Max was cut off before he could finish his sentence. From the wrist of his enemy, the blade suddenly shot out and went right for his head, like a bolt guns used in a slaughterhouse. As he saw the tip of the blade ready to go right through his eye, Max did all he could to shift his head to the side and turn away. The large knife went right through his head. The blade retracted as quickly as it shot out, and the cyborg let go of the red panda, letting him fall.
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It was noon in the Borrego Desert when Max came riding up the road on his bike, headed toward some excitement. It was supposed to be a peaceful day for him to spend on his own accord with someone he liked, but an alert from the local minutemen regarding an imminent skirmish with the Golden State changed that quickly. He couldn't say no to this call, it was part of his duty as a minuteman to answer it. Geared up with some medium-heavy body armor, a bowie knife, pipebombs, a 7.62x39 battle rifle and a 9mm submachine gun, he flew down the desert road and made his way toward the point where he was meeting the Socal Sandmen and other minutemen. As he zoned in on the location, he was heard numerous gunshots in the distance. "Fuck, they already started," Max cursed to himself as he accelerated faster. He had just made a long drive all the way from Deerhorn Mountain to the Borrego Desert, and he was not about to miss the big fight.
Finally, Max arrived at the scene, power sliding to a stop in front of a dry riverbed. As he jumped off the motorcycle, Max noticed some carnage just nearby. There were a couple of corpses laying in bloody sand, one that looked like he took a full magazine of bullets and another with his brains leaking out. Undeterred by the scene, Max took his rifle in hand and jumped down into the riverbed, making haste toward the action. Along the way he passed by more corpses, both State Agents and minutemen, most of them looking like swiss cheese. Looking to reunite some State Agents with their comrades, Max hurried on....
The red panda finally reached the combat zone, and was immediately greeted with enemy fire. Making use of his surroundings, he ducked behind one of the many boulders in the riverbed and took cover. On a ledge above, he noticed some minutemen engaging the agents down there with him. While the agents were busy shooting at the minutemen, Max popped out of cover and dropped the men. "You got them!" one of the militia fighters called out from the ledge. "Got any more?" Max asked, to which one of the fighters pointed down the riverbed, "Down that way, that's where things are hottest." "Got it," Max replied before taking off.
When he neared the area where the battle was most intense, Max took in the scene before ducking into cover. Up ahead was what looked like a dried waterfall, a cliff, and just before it were minuteman snipers dealing with enemies down below, and other fighters covering them from the sides against the State agents using large rocks for cover. Seeing some of his allies up ahead getting downed by gunfire, Max rushed in and joined them in cover. "Hey guys, how you doing?" Max asked the others in cover as casually as he could over the gunfire. "How the hell do you think we're doing?!" a stressed out rabbit answered as he reloaded his gun. "Brought some party favors" Max said as he showed the others some of the pipebombs he brought with him. "Good, we've been out of explosives for some time," a female hawk stated as she accepted one of the bombs from the red panda.
Suddenly, something landed in the sand in front of them. "Grenade!" a snake yelled, causing the others to scatter and risk being out of cover. Quick to think, Max just reached out for it, picked it up and flung it over his cover like it was no big deal. "No wonder you idiots need help, you can't react in time for shit!" he criticized his fellow minutemen. After the grenade exploded, the red panda peeked out of cover to see his enemies. A group of about maybe seven agents were just across from him at about maybe thirty yards, using their vehicles for cover. "Alright, let's see what these morons got...." Max thought to himself as he switched out his rifle for his SMG and prepared a pipebomb. After letting it cook for a while, Max got out of cover, yelling "Got a little gift for you!" as he launched the explosive over the vehicles. The bomb exploded right where he wanted it to, killing the majority of the agents. Two agents reacted quickly and ran out of cover before the explosive, but their efforts were vain when Max used his SMG to fill them with lead. Seeing no more enemies on that side, Max headed over to the other side.
When he joined the minutemen on that side, he saw that they were holding off the State agents much better than the other ones he was just with. "At least you guys are competent," Max grumbled, just in time to see the last of their enemies getting finished off. He turned to see how the snipers were doing; they were holding off the enemy just fine, seemed like everyone had things under control, well, for the moment. More gunshots rang out from back the way Max came from, accompanied by yells and screams of the fighters back there. "Shit, they're behind us!" one of the minutemen exclaimed. Max turned back and started heading back up the riverbed, followed by a few other fighters. "Well, at least it's not over..." Max thought to himself, glad to have more chances to put some State agents in their graves.
As soon as he saw his foes in the riverbed Max flung a couple of pipebombs their way to start things off. As the agents scrambled out of cover, trying to get away from the explosions, the red panda and his allies took potshots at them and thinned out their numbers. Seeing the enemies on the run, Max went after them, dropping the runners when he could. The group pressed on, and were met with a large group of agents at the end of the riverbed, set up with more vehicles for cover and a mounted gun emplacement. "Machine gun!" a bobcat cried out just as one of his allies was ripped apart by enemy gunfire. "Fuck!" Max cursed as he dove behind a rock just in time to avoid the deadly stream of lead. When the gun turret directed its fire in a direction away from him, Max peeked out of cover with his rifle and attempted to line up his sights on the gunner's head. A series of bullets meant for the red panda ricocheted off the rock, forcing him to go back into hiding. "Well that's annoying," Max growled as he readied a couple of pipebombs. After lighting up the fuses, Max hurled the explosives over at the agents who had their sights on him and took aim for the agent on the turret. Before they had a chance to fire at the red panda, the bombs exploded and maimed if not outright killed the agents shooting at him. As the bombs exploded, Max brought up his rifle, took aim and pulled the trigger. The gun turret operator's dome popped, spraying his brains out of the exit wound. "In your face!" Max laughed, satisfied with the sight of the agent's demise.
With the man on the gun turret dead, the rest of the fight proved to be easy for the minutemen and Sandmen. The group combed through the battleground, finishing off any remaining agents and picking up their gear. A small burning wreck nearby caught Max's attention, causing him to go investigate it. Once he reached it, the red panda was furious with what he saw, his bike was torched. Just a couple of yards away laid an injured State Agent, trying to crawl away. "Where the fuck do you think you're going asshole!?" Max growled as he closed in on the man and held him down under one foot. "You responsible for that?" Max asked the man, pointing to the wreckage of his bike. "I don't have to answer to you" the agent replied. Max picked up the man and turned him over before striking him in the face numerous times. "Well fine then!" the red panda yelled, "It's not going to matter anyway by the time we're done!" After much pummeling, Max was eventually satisfied with the agent's broken, bloody face. He pulled out his last pipebomb, forced it into the man's open hanging jaw and lit it up. The red panda sprinted out of the blast radius and turned just in time to witness the chunky explosion. He snickered, admiring his work.
"State forces are retreating," one of the minutemen announced to everyone within the area, causing the rest of them to cheer in victory. With the others heading over to regroup with the rest of the fighters, Max stood alone beside his flaming wreck that used to be his bike. "Fuck man, now what...." he groaned, looking around for any functional means of transportation nearby. The red panda spotted a little dune buggy not far away that was getting prepared by two allies. He made his way over there, catching the attention of the two minutemen, a hawk and a cougar. "Hey, you guys by chance heading South-West?" he asked the two. "We are," the hawk answered, "Need a ride?" "Yeah, the Statetards destroyed my bike dude" Max explained. "No problem," the hawk replied, "We have room for one more." "Great, I appreciate it man...." Max replied. "Group of agents due East of us!" the cougar interrupted. "Thought they were done here," the hawk raised a brow. "Apparently not," the red panda mused as he reloaded his gun. "We're not ready to leave," the cougar stated as he too grabbed a weapon. The three of them left the vehicle and began to make their way over toward the enemy.
They all froze in place simultaneously when they were met with the sight of their foe, coming over a dune. It wasn't a group of agents, it was just one guy, a very big guy. "What the fuck?" the cougar swore, wondering as much as the other two about who this guy was. He was human, stood about seven to eight feet tall, and he showed visible cybernetic mods to his body. "A cyborg?" Max thought, this being only his second time seeing one. He carried no visible weapons with him, and just casually approached the group. Max didn't know why, but he felt chills in the presence of the big man, having a bad feeling about things. "Shoot him!" the hawk cried out, making all of them fire away at the approaching threat. The bullets didn't even faze the man, he just shrugged them off like they were nothing, even Max's steel core 7.62 rounds. "Fuck, no way...." Max gulped, feeling discouraged.
Suddenly, the man lunged forward and was right in front of them; he moved with astonishing speed despite his size, catching the three off guard. The large man swung one of his powerful arms and sent the hawk flying a considerable distance away, the impact of the hit a loud bonebreaking crunch. The cougar turned his weapon quickly, trying to keep up with the cyborg, but was quickly disposed of when the cyborg flung him away like a ragdoll in the air. Despite the vain efforts to do some damage to their adversary, Max continued to fire at the cyborg, switching to his SMG after his rifle ran dry. Once he had spent the entire magazine, the cyborg turned his attention to Max, undeterred by the gunfire he received. "You've got quite a fighting spirit there," he told Max in a deep electronic voice, "Giving it everything even though you know you won't win, I like you." "The fuck you say?" Max snapped back, feeling chills as the cyborg slowly got closer. "Bloodpanda, am I right?" the cyborg continued, "You have proven to be quite a problem for the Golden State, they are offering a generous reward for your head." "Great, here to try and claim that bounty metal man?" Max resisted as he backed up. "Obviously," the cyborg answered, "But first I want to have some fun with you, your kind deserves to be enjoyed to the fullest before they are put down like a dog. I'll give you thirty seconds to run or get ready to fight, starting now!" Immediately after the sentence was finished, Max turned around and hightailed it away. As a crawling feeling overtook him, his instincts told him that he needed to get away. Max hardly ever ran away from a fight before, but he immediately recognized that he wasn't going to come out on top of this one. He ran for the riverbed, clumsily stumbling in the sand, not looking back.
The red panda's attempt to get away was interrupted, and he felt his world spin and his body flip in the air as he was struck by a punch that seemed to come out of nowhere. Max didn't realize what happened until his body slammed into the ground, only for him to turn over and see the cyborg standing over him. "Motherfucker...." the dizzy red panda wheezed. "You didn't actually think you were going to get away, did you?" the cyborg taunted as he picked up Max with one hand like he weighed nothing. He looked over the red panda as he held him, then said, "You're cute. It's going to be fun breaking you." "Fuck yourself...." Max struggled, unable to free himself from the cyborg's grip. The large man set the red panda down on his feet then immediately launched a fist right at his midsection, sending Max flying back some distance away and landing in the sand. The red panda coughed, his insides feeling the force of the impact. "If you weren't wearing that armor, that would've killed you," the cyborg grinned, "So at least I won't have to worry about holding back too much." He picked up Max once again, then delivered another punch, knocking the helpless red panda back down the dried riverbed. "You've gotta be fucking kidding me...." Max thought as he hit the ground once more. He knew that he stood no chance against this enemy and he couldn't get away. The cyborg followed his prey, knocking him around like a pinata. He held Max up and directed another blow right into his gut. Despite the armor he wore, Max felt like he had been hit with a sledge hammer, coughing up blood as the cyborg's fist was driven into his body. Breathing started to hurt, the red panda's midsection ached with every breath he took. The cyborg stopped throwing his heavy punches, letting Max lay on the ground in front of him as if he was giving him a break from the smackdown.
Once he decided that Max had enough time to recover, the cyborg lifted him back up and got back to work. He grabbed the red panda in a choke hold, lifting him off the ground with one arm. His grip was like a vice, wrapped tightly around the red panda's neck. Max's instinctive attempts to break free were futile, he was absolutely powerless against his adversary. With the compression of his neck, the red panda could feel the trapped flow of blood and air. His head started to painfully throb as the cyborg kept his vice-like grip on him. "No...." was the only thing Max could think as he felt the darkness surrounding his vision. Finally, everything became obscured by the black, and the world faded away. It all came back into view slowly. When his eyes adjusted, Max found himself lying on the ground, turning his head to find the cyborg standing over him. "Let's try that again" the man taunted as he reached down and seized the red panda by the neck once more. As he felt himself slipping back out of consciousness, Max understood what was going on, "This asshole is toying with me!" Once again, the red panda was overcome with the sensation of his head feeling like it was about to explode, and went limp not long after. "Wake up, we're not through yet" the cyborg chuckled as he slapped the panda awake before wrapping his fingers around his neck once more. Max didn't even try to fight back this time, he couldn't find the strength to. With every second, he felt like his head was about to burst, his sore bloodshot eyes about to pop out of their sockets. Faster than the previous times, darkness enveloped the red panda as he was choked out.
As he came to, Max felt a weightless as he slipped in and out of reality. He could see himself flying through the air, before being stopped by a heavy impact from meeting the ground, this happened multiple times. Even in his state, he could figure out that his body was being flung around like a ragdoll. One final hard impact on a boulder produced enough shock to bring him back once again. Leaned up against the very rock he was thrown against, Max looked up to see his enemy coming over to him. As the cyborg approached, the red panda could clearly see him enjoying it more than he should have. He could see the damned metal man reaching one hand down below his belt, a couple of fingers stroking his own crotch. "Motherfucker is getting off to this....." Max shuddered as he noticed the bulge in the cyborg's lower region. Despite the soreness and shock in his body, the red panda pushed himself off the rock, barely standing as he faced the cyborg. Max reached behind his hip for his knife, and when his enemy got close enough, he lunged at him with the blade pointed toward his enemy. Seeing the attack, the cyborg sidestepped out of the way, but couldn't completely avoid it. As the knife passed, a small portion of his abdomen was cut open, leaking out crimson. The cyborg retaliated immediately, striking Max in the back of the head and bringing him down. Forcing the panda to drop the knife, the cyborg once again lifted him off the ground and brought him face to face. "Nice try," he taunted, "So you like blades little panda? Well, I've got a little something for you."
As he held Max in one hand, the cyborg brought his other arm up for a better view. From the forearm, sharp looking piece of metal slowly extended. "You had a nice little blade. This is my own." Before he knew it, the Max was pressed up against the boulder again, with the wrist blade pointed at him, right in the area between his chest and shoulder. Ever so slowly, the tip of it sank through his armor and into his body. After the pressure came the pain, getting to a point where the red panda couldn't even cry, just clench his jaw as the object was twisted inside of him. As soon as the tip made contact with bone, the cyborg violently yanked it out, causing a large stream of blood from the wound. "You like how that feels?" the cyborg taunted as he positioned the blade over the red panda's thigh. Once more, it slowly penetrated Max, causing him to wince some more as he experienced the agony. Just when it felt like it was about to go all the way through, the cyborg quickly pulled it out, making the red panda gasp and making more crimson trickle. Right after this, Max was tossed once more, when he hit the ground he rolled over to see himself looking over a cliff, with a sheer lethal drop.
Out of instinct, the red panda tried to crawl away from the ledge, but the cyborg was just waiting behind him. "Aren't you going to jump little panda?" he mocked as he picked up Max and lifted him off the ground. "Ugh....go to hell...." Max replied with whimper. The cyborg dangled him over the cliff, ready to drop the red panda like a stone. "I've really enjoyed our time together, too bad I'm going to have to cut this short and kill you, insurgent pushover." "Better than being a pretentious tool like you" Max fired back. At these words, the cyborg's sadistic grin faded away. "You hear me you big idiot? We aren't going to kneel for assholes like you or your leaders. You're a government tool and-" Max was cut off before he could finish his sentence. From the wrist of his enemy, the blade suddenly shot out and went right for his head, like a bolt guns used in a slaughterhouse. As he saw the tip of the blade ready to go right through his eye, Max did all he could to shift his head to the side and turn away. The large knife went right through his head. The blade retracted as quickly as it shot out, and the cyborg let go of the red panda, letting him fall.