When it comes to killing Big Daddies? Better than anyone else in Rapture.
While Sinclair gets himself comfortable, Jack sizes up his opponent. Big bastard, big drill... big deal. He should go down just fine so long as no complications arise.
The sister he pays less attention to. It only matters that she's there.
His heart's already racing.
Jack takes a deep breath, vaguely wishes that the revolver in his hand was a shotgun full of electric buck, and then hits the Bouncer with Winter Blast and unloads six bullets into its faceplate.
The portholes of its damaged face turn a furious red. The sister screams. "Unzip him! Unzip him!!"
The Bouncer rallies quickly and charges the fuck out of Jack, roaring its anger and pain. Jack's already running out of the way. Scrambling to reload his gun. Shit shit shit he should have gone for the clip size upgrade, why did he upgrade the grenade launcher, he hasn't even touched the launcher since he got Langford's chemical bazooka thing anyway, twenty-four uninterrupted bullets would be really nice in a fight like this.
...Twenty-four bullets arrive, and then some. The two bots, who were previously fucking around getting caught in a doorframe, have entered the fray.
The Bouncer is distracted enough for Jack to finish reloading, and then hit him with more plasmids, more armour-piercing rounds. Then it swings and one of the bots is suddenly inside out, bits of pipe and wire decorating the daddy's drill.
Noooooh, Chaaaarlieeee.
Zap, reload, shoot, run, repeat. It's not a super impressive strategy, but it does the job. And Jack definitely only goes arse over elbows maybe three separate times, when the Bouncer slams the floor and makes the whole room shake.
Man alive, does he tear through the EVE and health packs, though.
The second bot goes down in a small explosion -- honestly, Jack was probably saving it from the Bouncer rather than the other way around -- but the Bouncer is stumbling. And so is Jack, but a med syringe later, he's the one with the advantage.
So he presses it. A final arc of electricity pins the daddy in place. Six bullets chips off the last of its ability to stand.
And then it's nothing more than a suit of broken, steaming metal, folding slowly to the ground.
The little sister screams her dismay as the Bouncer's helmet lights fade. Then she begins to cry. Even her sobs are strange and distorted by the mass of ADAM inside her.
He's bruised and battered and out of breath, slowly pushing antipersonnel rounds into warm chambers. His heart's going a mile a minute, from exhilaration and anticipation both. And they never run away once the Big Daddy's dead.
So he takes a moment, reloading his gun, and wondering if Sinclair is impressed with him.
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While Sinclair gets himself comfortable, Jack sizes up his opponent. Big bastard, big drill... big deal. He should go down just fine so long as no complications arise.
The sister he pays less attention to. It only matters that she's there.
His heart's already racing.
Jack takes a deep breath, vaguely wishes that the revolver in his hand was a shotgun full of electric buck, and then hits the Bouncer with Winter Blast and unloads six bullets into its faceplate.
The portholes of its damaged face turn a furious red. The sister screams. "Unzip him! Unzip him!!"
The Bouncer rallies quickly and charges the fuck out of Jack, roaring its anger and pain. Jack's already running out of the way. Scrambling to reload his gun. Shit shit shit he should have gone for the clip size upgrade, why did he upgrade the grenade launcher, he hasn't even touched the launcher since he got Langford's chemical bazooka thing anyway, twenty-four uninterrupted bullets would be really nice in a fight like this.
...Twenty-four bullets arrive, and then some. The two bots, who were previously fucking around getting caught in a doorframe, have entered the fray.
The Bouncer is distracted enough for Jack to finish reloading, and then hit him with more plasmids, more armour-piercing rounds. Then it swings and one of the bots is suddenly inside out, bits of pipe and wire decorating the daddy's drill.
Noooooh, Chaaaarlieeee.
Zap, reload, shoot, run, repeat. It's not a super impressive strategy, but it does the job. And Jack definitely only goes arse over elbows maybe three separate times, when the Bouncer slams the floor and makes the whole room shake.
Man alive, does he tear through the EVE and health packs, though.
The second bot goes down in a small explosion -- honestly, Jack was probably saving it from the Bouncer rather than the other way around -- but the Bouncer is stumbling. And so is Jack, but a med syringe later, he's the one with the advantage.
So he presses it. A final arc of electricity pins the daddy in place. Six bullets chips off the last of its ability to stand.
And then it's nothing more than a suit of broken, steaming metal, folding slowly to the ground.
The little sister screams her dismay as the Bouncer's helmet lights fade. Then she begins to cry. Even her sobs are strange and distorted by the mass of ADAM inside her.
"Mister Bubbles! Mister Bubbles, what's wrong...?!"
And Jack...
Jack takes a moment.
He's bruised and battered and out of breath, slowly pushing antipersonnel rounds into warm chambers. His heart's going a mile a minute, from exhilaration and anticipation both. And they never run away once the Big Daddy's dead.
So he takes a moment, reloading his gun, and wondering if Sinclair is impressed with him.