08-04-2016, 10:44 PM
The caves were a nuisance, really.
Or at least that was Ascension's personal opinion on the matter. It was hard for the hulking machine to maneuver in the ways that were efficient for power consumption. Not to mention if he and Scarecrow were attacked down here, it would be rather difficult for the Reaper to use its main weapon without bringing the cave down upon the strange duo. His traveling companion, however, seemed to share none of the machine's reservations. The beady eyes that occupied his human skull glinted in the low light, giving the human the look of a nocturnal predator. He was not sure that this man could be entirely trusted, but for a human, it seemed sufficiently competent. He was a natural at what he did, and what he currently chose to do. A former Psychologist, he could tell that the man in front of Ascension liked to play with an opponents' emotions. Dr. Crane was not to be trifled with.
The Reaper's internal musing were interrupted by a rather concussive noise, that Ascension could only describe as a primitive war cry. He saw Scarecrow dive to the right, most likely avoiding a strike of some kind. Ascension was not so lucky, taking a hard blow to the metal plating of his front-left leg. The giant machine attempted to swat the foreign creature away with the damaged limb, but the confines of the narrow tunnel prevented such an action. just as the hideous beast began to charge once more, his companion dove in front of the creature, scoring a hit with his strange gauntlet, before once more diving out of the way. The deranged doctor threw a smug, insane glance to Ascension.
"Enjoy the show!" He yelled, before slowly retreating to Ascensions form. He seemed oddly confident that this single attack would incapacitate their opponent.
He later learned that he was very wrong to doubt Scarecrow's capabilities.
The beast began to tremble, before letting out a guttural scream, throwing its makeshift weapon to the side. It began to claw its own body, as if trying to get rid of something that might be there. Ascension was confused. There was nothing there. But the continued screams of pure, unadulterated fear and pain were enough to convince the machine that there was more to this situation. He returned his gaze to the figure, who had scored deep, ragged cuts in its own flesh,and now was lying on the ground. The Reaper could hear a distinct noise coming from the soon-to-be corpse. Whimpering.
"What exactly was that, Dr. Crane?"
Or at least that was Ascension's personal opinion on the matter. It was hard for the hulking machine to maneuver in the ways that were efficient for power consumption. Not to mention if he and Scarecrow were attacked down here, it would be rather difficult for the Reaper to use its main weapon without bringing the cave down upon the strange duo. His traveling companion, however, seemed to share none of the machine's reservations. The beady eyes that occupied his human skull glinted in the low light, giving the human the look of a nocturnal predator. He was not sure that this man could be entirely trusted, but for a human, it seemed sufficiently competent. He was a natural at what he did, and what he currently chose to do. A former Psychologist, he could tell that the man in front of Ascension liked to play with an opponents' emotions. Dr. Crane was not to be trifled with.
The Reaper's internal musing were interrupted by a rather concussive noise, that Ascension could only describe as a primitive war cry. He saw Scarecrow dive to the right, most likely avoiding a strike of some kind. Ascension was not so lucky, taking a hard blow to the metal plating of his front-left leg. The giant machine attempted to swat the foreign creature away with the damaged limb, but the confines of the narrow tunnel prevented such an action. just as the hideous beast began to charge once more, his companion dove in front of the creature, scoring a hit with his strange gauntlet, before once more diving out of the way. The deranged doctor threw a smug, insane glance to Ascension.
"Enjoy the show!" He yelled, before slowly retreating to Ascensions form. He seemed oddly confident that this single attack would incapacitate their opponent.
He later learned that he was very wrong to doubt Scarecrow's capabilities.
The beast began to tremble, before letting out a guttural scream, throwing its makeshift weapon to the side. It began to claw its own body, as if trying to get rid of something that might be there. Ascension was confused. There was nothing there. But the continued screams of pure, unadulterated fear and pain were enough to convince the machine that there was more to this situation. He returned his gaze to the figure, who had scored deep, ragged cuts in its own flesh,and now was lying on the ground. The Reaper could hear a distinct noise coming from the soon-to-be corpse. Whimpering.
"What exactly was that, Dr. Crane?"