Here's another death scene writeup...not sure how many more I'll get out before the game's over, though.
Dredd/MadMachine
The moment he saw the shape ahead on the freeway, weaving between cars at a breakneck speed, Dredd knew that he had found his victim.
Gotcha. Leaning forward in anticipation, Dredd gunned the engine of his racing motorcycle and shot after the distant rider. You must think you're hot stuff, you little punk, he growled to himself as he cut across several lanes of the freeway without even blinking. Time to show you what skill really is.
Within a few minutes, he had drawn much closer to his quarry, close enough to make out the double M embossed on the back of the other's black leather jacket. He must have been close enough to be recognizable, too, because the figure ahead turned around, and Dredd locked eyes with MadMachine.
For a moment, MadMachine's face was nothing less than a picture of perfect surprise; both his real left eye and his cybernetic right one widened as his sight recognized the man underneath the helmet, and his mouth fell open in a round O. Then, he cranked his motorcycle to a higher gear and began dodging back and forth between lanes with reckless abandon.
Too easy. Shaking his head in mock pity, Dredd careened after MadMachine, matching the other's every move. As the two shot past a mass of cars and into the open for a moment, Dredd waved jauntily to his mark, an evil grin spreading over his face.
Angry, MadMachine looked back to hurl a curse before giving his left mechanical arm a hard shake. As Dredd watched, a small cylinder rose from his hand, quickly accompanied by other pieces that began to rearrange themselves at a blinding pace. Seconds later, MadMachine swung around his arm, now sporting a pistol attached at the wrist, and opened fire.
As the first flash of gunfire registered in his mind, Dredd drew the weapon at his hip with uncanny speed, and each of MadMachine's bullets found nothing but the hard casing of Dredd's Modstick. Seven rounds later, MadMachine glanced over his shoulder again, then suddenly changed course, turning onto an offramp.
"You're mine now!" Dredd exulted, and raised his Modstick, shouting a word in an arcane tongue. With that, the tip of the weapon began to glow a bright green, and a three-foot brick wall wove itself from thin air, blocking the offramp completely.
Had he a split second more time, MadMachine might have been able to stop before the wall, or at least cut down his speed somewhat before he hit. Dredd's timing and placement had been impeccable, though, affording him no such chance. The collision flipped MadMachine clear over the handlebars of his crumpling motorcycle; as he flew up into the air, Dredd pointed his Modstick again and shouted another command word, and a second, taller wall phased into being right in front of MadMachine.
Exactly what Dredd did to make MadMachine's impact far worse than it should have been is still a mystery to this day. The only thing that can be said for sure is that horrified observers later likened the crash to a bug hitting a windshield.
Braking to a stop at the base of the first wall, Dredd looked up at the blood-and-oil splattering and deadpanned, "Wear your helmet next time." He tapped his own helmet in illustration, then pulled his Modstick out again and waved it. After a second of glowing with a greenish light, the walls vanished and the red-streaked goo landed on the asphalt with a soft splat. Smiling grimly, Dredd threw a leg over his motorcycle, starting the engine. Y'know, that was actually a lot of fun... he thought to himself before riding down the offramp and back into the streets of the city.
Wait...'y'know?' Damn it, Xenon's starting to rub off on me...
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