06-26-2016, 09:26 PM
Christa was just about to tell Karl that his Armani shoes would’ve looked better as the alligators they were skinned from, perhaps hoping the island would bring that image to life, when there was an explosion from behind. A piece of shrapnel nicked her ear and trailed blood in the air as she dodged the heat of the inferno. Purple-suit had liquefied her pistol, but now, she had a snickers in her hand and the lion had told her to cram it. Today was just turning out to be a great day.
The form of a young girl flew past the blonde and with a splash! Christa knew where she’d landed, hopefully safely. Through the lingering smoke of the crash, billowing upward in two tall pillars, a giant molten creature had emerged with the sand quivering at its every step, and it looked like a mixture between an erupting volcano and a set of jagged, spiked teeth. Given the stakes, Christa might have backed down, even she wasn’t big-headed enough to see the power swimming off of the behemoth’s massive shoulders, and maybe this was the creature that had steamrolled behind her and chased her from the jungle. Her shots had done nothing to it in the forest, and Christa had no other purpose other than to live in order to save her sister, that was the reality. But then there was Karl. The bastard was standing far too close to the thing, maybe sizing it up. “Get away from him!” Christa growled, “What, are you going to make him melt too? ‘Cause that might be useful right about now.”
Over the sniper’s shoulder now, the blue-vested rabbit and the nameless man she hadn’t met yet had been thrown away by the titan’s mighty hands, which looked like they could easily crush, say, a cocky executive in a pretty lavender suit. Now, if Karl had any weapons hidden up in there, she’d be pretty damned surprised, instead though, Christa’s eyes didn’t leave the Prime who seemed to have all the answers as the giant’s hand gathered a momentum and like a tsunami, swept everything in its path away.
Debris filled the air, following the ear-crippling sound of ripping iron, but Christa dove downward after a maddened sprint, and tackled his ankles. The mighty grasp of the creature brushed inches above them in what they watched as it all unraveled in slow-motion. Whoosh! Karl fell as he was tackled by her, surely, he had a one-lined quip that would imply she should watch where she was going, but there wasn’t enough time for that, or for her to drag him out of danger from the monster, and its glowing, ghastly eyes had already fixed on her bright pale hair.
The volcano golem puffed out its well-crafted armor chest and unleashed outraged roar. With an agonized cry her burst eardrum bled, while she covered the other with her free hand. Agony wove into the deepest layers of her face, as it’s jaws sang the tune that told her the barbaric fiend would not miss again. Its declaration of war had ceased, but already, her feet began to move on the uneven mounds, she cut left and diverting the attention away from Karl, before she dove below the talons of her enemy again. This time, she was not so lucky and her bicep was caught in the crossfire, crimson slices tore through her flesh and the blood was immediately cauterized with a smell that stung boldly at her nose and tasted like her own death. Seconds hung in the balance between it. Hit in the wrong place, she’d hear a single, grotesque Snap! and that would be the end.
Meanwhile, in her hand, she held a present for him. His arms wrapped around her slowly, while he had only smoldering hollows for eyes, he was fast enough to see that she was between his chest and his fist. The sniper dug her toes in and flew off the sand, she got a better look at the slate rock that composed the juggernaut’s face, the intricately chiseled mask, and the gentle curve of the monster’s wicked smile. Well, if the bastard was expecting a kiss, or maybe even a Snickers bar, he was wrong. Instead he got a mouthful of frag.
As she pulled the pin out, there was a softly hummed Ping! before the creature’s maw had parted just enough for her to jam it in. The sphere was soft in her hand, and in the meantime, her feet were balancing on one side of the beast’s steely shoulder. The soles of her shoes were melting, and there was little time for her to chuck it and run. Sweat seared into the wounds of her arm and leg, and her fingers fumbled as they tossed the bomb in, his teeth had started to close and her hand narrowly escaped with the fingers still moving. Before Christa could lunge out of the way to escape the blast, her foot slipped off of the rusty curve of his shoulder, and her momentum carried her directly into the beast’s next attack. The swing hit her like a bat and carried her to the outfield. Her body was delivered straight into a steel wall of the plane, her head and back bashed with enough force to kill her, yet her eyes remained open, and her muscles were unwilling to move.
Sha-BOOM the grenade exploded in the creature’s stomach, followed by an belch, while her sapphire eyes took in the scene, and she’d decided she’d taken too many hits to the head, what she thought she saw was Red and Cyborg attacking it in her steed. A weak grimace revealed the blood between her teeth, and her fingers twitched, bringing the flood of pain rushing back while its terrible haunting burn, told her she was still alive. Sticky blood had covered her blonde hair, staining it scarlet.
Red had just been battered by the beast, but got up easily, shaking off the sand from his pelt and dashing upward to sink his teeth into its hand. That had sting, since rock was usually stronger than bone and Red was no saber tooth, he’d surely chipped a fang.
It was with Christa’s head against the metal, scalding from the sun, that she thought she would drown in the heat. Already the duo, cat and cybernetic robot, had been pushed back, ten feet from the water. But wait, that was the best way to put out a fire, and there were flames now coming from the chinks of his armor. Near the beast’s feet was a surfboard-sized piece of metal, enough to drag along or shovel the creature into what might easily be the creature’s demise. With a small grin growing on her purple bloodied lips, slowly she stood up, her muscles protesting with winces of stabbing torment as the sirens went off in her body, she found the hoarseness in her voice as she gestured over to get the feline’s attention, “Hey Red! I’ll bet you he can’t swim!”
The form of a young girl flew past the blonde and with a splash! Christa knew where she’d landed, hopefully safely. Through the lingering smoke of the crash, billowing upward in two tall pillars, a giant molten creature had emerged with the sand quivering at its every step, and it looked like a mixture between an erupting volcano and a set of jagged, spiked teeth. Given the stakes, Christa might have backed down, even she wasn’t big-headed enough to see the power swimming off of the behemoth’s massive shoulders, and maybe this was the creature that had steamrolled behind her and chased her from the jungle. Her shots had done nothing to it in the forest, and Christa had no other purpose other than to live in order to save her sister, that was the reality. But then there was Karl. The bastard was standing far too close to the thing, maybe sizing it up. “Get away from him!” Christa growled, “What, are you going to make him melt too? ‘Cause that might be useful right about now.”
Over the sniper’s shoulder now, the blue-vested rabbit and the nameless man she hadn’t met yet had been thrown away by the titan’s mighty hands, which looked like they could easily crush, say, a cocky executive in a pretty lavender suit. Now, if Karl had any weapons hidden up in there, she’d be pretty damned surprised, instead though, Christa’s eyes didn’t leave the Prime who seemed to have all the answers as the giant’s hand gathered a momentum and like a tsunami, swept everything in its path away.
Debris filled the air, following the ear-crippling sound of ripping iron, but Christa dove downward after a maddened sprint, and tackled his ankles. The mighty grasp of the creature brushed inches above them in what they watched as it all unraveled in slow-motion. Whoosh! Karl fell as he was tackled by her, surely, he had a one-lined quip that would imply she should watch where she was going, but there wasn’t enough time for that, or for her to drag him out of danger from the monster, and its glowing, ghastly eyes had already fixed on her bright pale hair.
The volcano golem puffed out its well-crafted armor chest and unleashed outraged roar. With an agonized cry her burst eardrum bled, while she covered the other with her free hand. Agony wove into the deepest layers of her face, as it’s jaws sang the tune that told her the barbaric fiend would not miss again. Its declaration of war had ceased, but already, her feet began to move on the uneven mounds, she cut left and diverting the attention away from Karl, before she dove below the talons of her enemy again. This time, she was not so lucky and her bicep was caught in the crossfire, crimson slices tore through her flesh and the blood was immediately cauterized with a smell that stung boldly at her nose and tasted like her own death. Seconds hung in the balance between it. Hit in the wrong place, she’d hear a single, grotesque Snap! and that would be the end.
Meanwhile, in her hand, she held a present for him. His arms wrapped around her slowly, while he had only smoldering hollows for eyes, he was fast enough to see that she was between his chest and his fist. The sniper dug her toes in and flew off the sand, she got a better look at the slate rock that composed the juggernaut’s face, the intricately chiseled mask, and the gentle curve of the monster’s wicked smile. Well, if the bastard was expecting a kiss, or maybe even a Snickers bar, he was wrong. Instead he got a mouthful of frag.
As she pulled the pin out, there was a softly hummed Ping! before the creature’s maw had parted just enough for her to jam it in. The sphere was soft in her hand, and in the meantime, her feet were balancing on one side of the beast’s steely shoulder. The soles of her shoes were melting, and there was little time for her to chuck it and run. Sweat seared into the wounds of her arm and leg, and her fingers fumbled as they tossed the bomb in, his teeth had started to close and her hand narrowly escaped with the fingers still moving. Before Christa could lunge out of the way to escape the blast, her foot slipped off of the rusty curve of his shoulder, and her momentum carried her directly into the beast’s next attack. The swing hit her like a bat and carried her to the outfield. Her body was delivered straight into a steel wall of the plane, her head and back bashed with enough force to kill her, yet her eyes remained open, and her muscles were unwilling to move.
Sha-BOOM the grenade exploded in the creature’s stomach, followed by an belch, while her sapphire eyes took in the scene, and she’d decided she’d taken too many hits to the head, what she thought she saw was Red and Cyborg attacking it in her steed. A weak grimace revealed the blood between her teeth, and her fingers twitched, bringing the flood of pain rushing back while its terrible haunting burn, told her she was still alive. Sticky blood had covered her blonde hair, staining it scarlet.
Red had just been battered by the beast, but got up easily, shaking off the sand from his pelt and dashing upward to sink his teeth into its hand. That had sting, since rock was usually stronger than bone and Red was no saber tooth, he’d surely chipped a fang.
It was with Christa’s head against the metal, scalding from the sun, that she thought she would drown in the heat. Already the duo, cat and cybernetic robot, had been pushed back, ten feet from the water. But wait, that was the best way to put out a fire, and there were flames now coming from the chinks of his armor. Near the beast’s feet was a surfboard-sized piece of metal, enough to drag along or shovel the creature into what might easily be the creature’s demise. With a small grin growing on her purple bloodied lips, slowly she stood up, her muscles protesting with winces of stabbing torment as the sirens went off in her body, she found the hoarseness in her voice as she gestured over to get the feline’s attention, “Hey Red! I’ll bet you he can’t swim!”
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