Show Down (Part 1)

General Irwin Riggs was a sight to behold. His black trench coat and shiny top hat cut his figure out of the fog with terrifying clarity. A double canister gas mask hid his mouth while an eye patch did the same to his right eye. His left eye, glaring out from under the hat brim, was a shocking blue. His brown leather boots crunched through the debris of war as walked forward. A sword, drawn from his walking cane, was the only weapon he had; it was the only weapon he needed.

Vertilline Paige took in this sight from where she lay. The general had a ridiculous amount of strength. He had thrown her Mech suit a good ten feet. Vertilline glanced over at the broken, twisted pile of copper and bronze; steam hissed feebly out of it's torn pipes. She groaned and struggled to her feet, her only weapon was a low voltage Shocker Gun. She clutched it now as though it were the controls to her half ton Mech suit. Her only hope was putting a shock right through his heart. Vertilline watched as General Riggs walked closer. She knit her eyebrows together, what was that dark liquid in between her and Riggs? Baider had called it oil. He said something about explosions, too.

"You can't fight progress." General Riggs' voice cut the air.

Vertilline waited until the General's boots were in the puddle. She pulled the trigger on the Gun and pushed the muzzle into the oil.