ROMAN SMITH + HILARY BECKER (+ NPC CAPTAIN SNOW)
HIGH | VIOLENCE/CHARACTER DEATH | COMPLETE
Roman had been at the base going over reports when the alarm sounded that COS was in Atlantis. Not just in Atlantis but all over. The radio came in that they were spotted at the Village, the beach, within the city, and at the base itself. The moment he heard they’d infiltrated the base, Roman was on the move. Agents came at him, and he disposed of several quickly but others had weapons of their own that proved to be more trouble than he expected. He took several hits but kept moving. His injuries would heal, and he’d had much worse over his hundreds of years.
Reaching the main part of the fighting, Roman caught sight of a sword that had slid onto the ground and took it into his hand and got to work. The more he fought, the more at home in his element he felt. This was where he excelled. The targets were vastly different than the angels and archdemons he laid waste to, but the objective was still the same.
Others around him were taking hard hits and going down but COS agents were going down with them. On his left, Roman saw the man himself: Captain Snow. On the surface, he looked like any other man, but it was obvious that under the surface he was either something more or his weapons had an extra boost to them because no one so far had been able to take him out for good. On his right, Roman saw Becker battling and with his sights set on Snow.
An agent that rushed towards him was knocked down, and Roman then pushed his way over to Becker to help him with an agent that had started firing into the rest of the group battling.
“Let’s end this,” he told Becker in a low voice and nodded over to Snow.
Numb. That was the best way to put into a word how Becker felt. This wasn’t the battle he’d pictured it’d be. In his mind, Octavia would be there but he didn’t really get to think much on that either as he fought his way through COS agent after agent.
One gun down, he’d ended up with knives and eventually found another, he was dealing with a group of three and two were down when Roman showed up, as they took care of the last one he heard Roman’s words and nodded following his line of sight to where Snow was.
Bloody hell. Two delusional people and all that death.
Nodding again he pointed to his left and he’d take the right. Becker knew Roman had more power than he did, and he knew getting Snow to ignore Roman for a few key moments might make the difference in the battle.
Not wanting to give away his intent to circle around, Roman hung back as he took the left. He could have gone invisible, but he’d already lost blood and was exerting too much energy to focus on invisibility. An agent charged at him, but he used the sword and jammed it into his stomach before quickly moving on. He saw Becker getting close, and Snow’s attention was kept on him. Captain against Captain.
Just as he was about to charge forward himself, Roman was hit in the back and knocked forward. He felt a sharp, hot pain slice across his back, and he roared out in a mixture of anger and pain. Now his timing was off, and Becker was going up against Snow by himself. He got back to his feet and rushed to where Snow and Becker were battling.
He wasn’t exactly sure where Roman got behind but he was focused mostly just on Snow, it’d end up being hand to hand combat, and Snow was good, a lot better than Becker had wanted to admit that he would be. Trading jabs, Becker managed to get a nice deep hit on Snow’s left ribs and it looked like at least one was broken from Becker’s hit.
They continued moving around others hit down and other small battles. Becker got distracted when he saw a friend in trouble, his attention turned from Snow as he picked up a piece of metal and threw it towards the agent attack his friend, he saw that it hit, but as it hit he felt a sharp pain in his gut, turning he saw Snow had found a sword of some kind and it was lodged in his gut.
It didn’t feel real, the seconds started to slow and he looked around the base, his base, somewhere in his mind he thought about how it wasn’t his anymore. He’d left a note on his desk and with the Admiral that if he died Matt Anderson or Sharon Carter should take over for him.
His eyes started to feel heavy and looked up at Snow, he managed to pick up something awkward and hit Snow in the side of the head and he felt his body drop to the ground, a hard thud and the last thing he saw were the footsteps of Roman Smith, his last words. “Take care of the dogs.”
Roman’s eyes went wide at the sight of the hit to Becker’s stomach. It was a blow that someone like him could survive, but Becker wasn’t like him. He was human. Weak, as he used to believe, but Roman knew that even plenty of demons, angels, and nephilim could be weaker than any human. Snow was pushed back briefly, but it wasn’t enough. He let out a yell after hearing his last words and once he hit the floor. This son of a bitch was going to die.
Becker was down, and as Roman’s eyes lifted back to Snow, they were red with fury. He summoned all of his strength and pushed himself forward, channeling every last bit of angelic or demonic power he had in him. He dodged a blast of magic and absorbed the next hit easily. He took on injuries he ignored but would feel tenfold later once the fighting stopped, and his clothes were already bloodstained. But that didn’t stop him.
One punch with his right hand and then an immediate swing of his sword that missed, but it was a miss that Roman anticipated. It was a half swing that came back around quickly so that the blade was lodged deep in Snow’s abdomen. With his free hand, and with a burst of power, Roman slammed his fist into the other man’s chest hard enough that he ripped through flesh, bone, and muscle. Hard enough that he could feel the beating of his heart briefly before he wrapped his fingers around it and jerked his heart from his chest.
He could see the look of shock and surprise on Snow’s face but the look only lasted a short moment before a burst of magic sent Roman flying back, leaving the heart on the floor and his sword still lodged in Snow’s body. He was blasted back so strongly that he went sailing through the air and through the opposite wall. His body was crumpled and trapped underneath rubble and debris, and his mind went dark before he hit the ground.