06-27-2016, 06:29 PM
Marcus focused on the wreck at hand. He attached two electrical wires to each other and lost focus. None of this helped the hyper-advanced terminator concentrate on the main problem. One of the female employees screamed. She muttered something under her breath that could be hard to understand. “They’re coming! They’re COMING!” The man with the badass trench coat eyed her and yelled back“Who’s coming?"
The woman kept blabbering over and over, her eyes appearing to roll into the back of her head. “THEM!” “I… I.. don’t know!”
The terminator had a look of pure annoyance including narrowed eyes and breaths full of sighing. He wasn’t planning to stand around and play hero to this woman who barely did anything for him.
He studied the yellow box but forced himself to abandon it. Wild ruffians suffocated the group from all sides. In the distance, Okor’s bolter blasted the air with a fierce howl. Cries from the screeching flesh-eaters resonated throughout the forest.
The fortified base held the horrified employees who feared for the worst. The employees would have physical and mental scars from this attack that would last a lifetime.
Marcus didn’t waste any time stabbing the bush-dwellers. They began to dwell at the sight of flesh that was in front of them. The machine man pulled back and slammed a skinny marauder with his fist of metal and skin which went right into the marauder’s jaw causing loss of teeth. Too bad, this man wouldn’t be coming home tonight. The pain would cause him to lose out on a cup of celebratory blood in a skull cap tonight if he lived.
Javelins fell on the ragtag group of primes while others ran for their lives.
Marcus wasn’t aware of the spear in his right shoulder. He gritted his teeth as the pain radiated through his body. The lance pierced his skin and went into his machine parts. He pulled the foreign object from his shoulder and broke it into pieces.
The sounds from the warzone continued to fill the air with antipodal languages. Okor’s raspy voice was sore from yelling the commands “KILL”, “MAIM”, “TEAR!”. Over 10 thousand years can do that to a guy.
The Vision’s computerized voice dripped with sarcasm as his heat vision sliced another cannibal in half. “How many of you are there, anyways?”
Fiara didn’t say much as she was too preoccupied in the fight. The redhead carried surviving employees from the wreckage to a safe zone where they cowered as the war raged around them.
The crazed look and haunting laugh of the tribesman disturbed the machine. It caused Marcus to stalk snail like toward the coward who dared to stab him. He wasn’t one to give mercy easily. This guy found out the hard way that you don't want to anger a terminator.
The terminator’s eyes flashed a bright, fiery red. He stomped on the tattooed tribesman who started his celebration early before victory was won. He would be the next piece of gum stuck to Marcus’s boot.
The marauder hung to the ex-killer’s trench coat trying to pin Marcus down. The machine pushed him up roughly taking the opportunity to shake him from his coat. The gibberish the man spoke was unknown. He was scared and feared for his life. The terror showed in his eyes.
((Author's note: Indonesian Language: Cannibal words))
“Mercy, Tuhan sayang, Mercy”
(Mercy, God please, Mercy)
Yang .. yang .. kau .. Apa yang kamu ?
(What.. are you? Who are you?)
When the cannibal was dead, the killer terminator lifted him by the neck and forced his hand into the man’s back pulling out the vertebrae. He lifted it into the air with satisfaction. Blood dripped from his hands as the emotionless terminator showed his true nature.
He scanned the area for his groupmates. A clan of meat-eaters jumped on Marcus and began to bite him.
Bad move.
It took merely a second to lift the tribal man and fling him at the others causing them to go fly backwards and away from the attack. Of course, this attracted more attention than Marcus would have liked.
A contaminated grenade rolled into the distance around the primes, a little too close for comfort. The Vision exploded the grenade, sending pyrotechnics and bio toxins everywhere. The team around them was unaffected.
An electrified blue shield placed up by the Vision protected the remaining secondaries and primes and allowed them to recover faster.
Meanwhile, Okor the leader of the pack, screamed curses as his bolter shot down what was remaining of the burning corpses.
Nurgle’s champion observed the chaos as the flames licked the ground. He stomped on the corpses as he grunted “Annoying pests.”
Was there an end in sight?
The woman kept blabbering over and over, her eyes appearing to roll into the back of her head. “THEM!” “I… I.. don’t know!”
The terminator had a look of pure annoyance including narrowed eyes and breaths full of sighing. He wasn’t planning to stand around and play hero to this woman who barely did anything for him.
He studied the yellow box but forced himself to abandon it. Wild ruffians suffocated the group from all sides. In the distance, Okor’s bolter blasted the air with a fierce howl. Cries from the screeching flesh-eaters resonated throughout the forest.
The fortified base held the horrified employees who feared for the worst. The employees would have physical and mental scars from this attack that would last a lifetime.
Marcus didn’t waste any time stabbing the bush-dwellers. They began to dwell at the sight of flesh that was in front of them. The machine man pulled back and slammed a skinny marauder with his fist of metal and skin which went right into the marauder’s jaw causing loss of teeth. Too bad, this man wouldn’t be coming home tonight. The pain would cause him to lose out on a cup of celebratory blood in a skull cap tonight if he lived.
Javelins fell on the ragtag group of primes while others ran for their lives.
Marcus wasn’t aware of the spear in his right shoulder. He gritted his teeth as the pain radiated through his body. The lance pierced his skin and went into his machine parts. He pulled the foreign object from his shoulder and broke it into pieces.
The sounds from the warzone continued to fill the air with antipodal languages. Okor’s raspy voice was sore from yelling the commands “KILL”, “MAIM”, “TEAR!”. Over 10 thousand years can do that to a guy.
The Vision’s computerized voice dripped with sarcasm as his heat vision sliced another cannibal in half. “How many of you are there, anyways?”
Fiara didn’t say much as she was too preoccupied in the fight. The redhead carried surviving employees from the wreckage to a safe zone where they cowered as the war raged around them.
The crazed look and haunting laugh of the tribesman disturbed the machine. It caused Marcus to stalk snail like toward the coward who dared to stab him. He wasn’t one to give mercy easily. This guy found out the hard way that you don't want to anger a terminator.
The terminator’s eyes flashed a bright, fiery red. He stomped on the tattooed tribesman who started his celebration early before victory was won. He would be the next piece of gum stuck to Marcus’s boot.
The marauder hung to the ex-killer’s trench coat trying to pin Marcus down. The machine pushed him up roughly taking the opportunity to shake him from his coat. The gibberish the man spoke was unknown. He was scared and feared for his life. The terror showed in his eyes.
((Author's note: Indonesian Language: Cannibal words))
“Mercy, Tuhan sayang, Mercy”
(Mercy, God please, Mercy)
Yang .. yang .. kau .. Apa yang kamu ?
(What.. are you? Who are you?)
When the cannibal was dead, the killer terminator lifted him by the neck and forced his hand into the man’s back pulling out the vertebrae. He lifted it into the air with satisfaction. Blood dripped from his hands as the emotionless terminator showed his true nature.
He scanned the area for his groupmates. A clan of meat-eaters jumped on Marcus and began to bite him.
Bad move.
It took merely a second to lift the tribal man and fling him at the others causing them to go fly backwards and away from the attack. Of course, this attracted more attention than Marcus would have liked.
A contaminated grenade rolled into the distance around the primes, a little too close for comfort. The Vision exploded the grenade, sending pyrotechnics and bio toxins everywhere. The team around them was unaffected.
An electrified blue shield placed up by the Vision protected the remaining secondaries and primes and allowed them to recover faster.
Meanwhile, Okor the leader of the pack, screamed curses as his bolter shot down what was remaining of the burning corpses.
Nurgle’s champion observed the chaos as the flames licked the ground. He stomped on the corpses as he grunted “Annoying pests.”
Was there an end in sight?
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