Thread: Deus Ex Machina (BlisteredBlood x darkangel76)

Once he had Mara's answer in the form of a nod as well as grasping him by the hand, Deadman soon began to take the lead this time, his pace starting out at a steady clip. As he began to walk through the vast field of fresh snow, the cyborg could then tell the snowfall was starting to increase now and the moon was shining down upon them brightly as well, making the crimson pieces that made up his body stand out as brightly as either exuberant red rose petals or possibly even freshly shed blood. Judging from what he could tell at this time, it must've been at least half past midnight or somewhere within that time frame. He knew that he would have to adjust his internal clock systems in order to get a better reading on the exact time. Looking back over his right shoulder, Deadman began to notice that perhaps the woman he was dragging along behind him was probably going to run a risk of catching a cold or possibly even hypothermia if these conditions continued the way they are at this point in time. With that in mind, the cyborg stopped once they had gone not more than 20 yards to the east or so before he came to a full stop and then knelt down a bit so he could reach in back of himself and took a hold of Mara then straightened himself up to his full height once more as he once again began to continue walking at the same pace. Soon enough, the wind began to pick up, making the long and thick spray of Deadman's blonde hair flip about for a while before it finally settled down, the long locks coming to rest upon Mara'a body like some kind of blanket or something of its equivalence. During this time, Deadman's full visor came back down over his eyes once more as he continued to walk at the same pace, keeping an eye on the heat signatures that had continued to move towards the southeast where the two had been at previously. Hopefully by now they would continue that route for a while so that neither he nor Mara would have to engage them. By the time they had reached 50 yards due east, Deadman began to notice that the signatures were now becoming a bit more clearer to him now. It turned out that it was a recon squad, but it wasn't clear as to who or what they were to him. But then again, why were there several larger blips within the cluster? Could they be tanks, he wondered. Could they just be large formations of foot soldiers? Under a technicality, they really could be anything at this point, but he was definitely going to keep an eye on them now. At 75 yards due east some time later, Deadman began to notice there was a change in the cluster's formation. They had begun to widen out their area and several smaller blips on his scanning radar were starting to turn in their direction. No matter, the cyborg thought to himself as he continued to move through the snow, his armor receiving a bit of dusting of the frozen moisture on the metallic framework that surrounded his body. As long as they didn't pick up on his trail and follow it to them, then they should be alright. Furthermore, it seemed as though the cover from the blizzard-like conditions seemed to mask their presence to them anyway, reducing the visibility factor to about 20 to 30. If the wind and snow continued on like this, then there was a greater chance that the recon squad would walk right past them and not even know that a cyborg and the person who released him from his capsule had slipped by them. But by 80 yards, Deadman once again began to notice a change in pattern once more. The smaller blips were still approaching the general location they were at currently and a green cone like formation showing their field of vision at the moment informed him that LOS - or Line Of Sight - was within 100 yards. That meant Deadman had to turn more towards the south in order to keep away from them, despite he was roughly 120 yards away from them. Still, the cyborg couldn't ignore this warning and adjusted his heading to compensate for the change of direction and continued to march on through the harsh weather, carrying Mara along with him.