04-10-2017, 05:04 PM
The slime continued to flee until it appeared that would no longer do. Its pursuer managed to keep pace and was no longer dealing damage, and instead had the same idea the scout had: contain the slime. That did not end up well the first time, and after the shoot-first, ask questions later attitude, Zenith was not terribly inclined to bond with this man at all. Surely there would be someone else...
When Dell attempted to grab the creature in the box, the idea almost immediately backfires when he cannot muster the strength to close the lid. The slime was strong - very strong, in fact. As Dell tried to close the box, small tendrils leap from the creature to grab at the man. The slime begins creeping up Dell's limbs, grappling with every cubic inch of its slimy mass as it slithers. The touch was so cold; not debilitating, but perhaps quite irritating. The grip on Dell's wrist tightens as the creature squeezes, proving its strength once again to be one of its stronger suits. Dell's hands were bound by the creature, still holding the toolbox it had not even a moment ago tried to scoop up this slime in.
Why? Zenith could not understand. Why did they do this? Why did they bring pain? What was the reason for this? It was not right. It was not right! Anger rose. Like an animal backed into a corner, Zenith bit back, and it did so with that grip. It was trying to crush Dell's hands with all its might, even as it crawled up the man's form.
When Dell attempted to grab the creature in the box, the idea almost immediately backfires when he cannot muster the strength to close the lid. The slime was strong - very strong, in fact. As Dell tried to close the box, small tendrils leap from the creature to grab at the man. The slime begins creeping up Dell's limbs, grappling with every cubic inch of its slimy mass as it slithers. The touch was so cold; not debilitating, but perhaps quite irritating. The grip on Dell's wrist tightens as the creature squeezes, proving its strength once again to be one of its stronger suits. Dell's hands were bound by the creature, still holding the toolbox it had not even a moment ago tried to scoop up this slime in.
Why? Zenith could not understand. Why did they do this? Why did they bring pain? What was the reason for this? It was not right. It was not right! Anger rose. Like an animal backed into a corner, Zenith bit back, and it did so with that grip. It was trying to crush Dell's hands with all its might, even as it crawled up the man's form.