Zone E -- Highlands

[Strazio Rockwell]

As Strazio skidded down the embankment he threw his limbs out to catch himself. Every now and again he’d catch hold of a rock, but the fragile nature of the slope forced any potential foothold to crumble away. There was little the poor prime could do except brace himself and enjoy the ride. Not that the ride was enjoyable, as you can imagine tumbling down meters worth of hard stone is not good for one’s health. As he fell he was caught by a sapling that decided the best place to grow was out of a steep slope. The impact knocked the wind from his chest, but stopped his descent. At least for a moment, a sharp crack echoed off the canyon walls as the sapling’s branches snapped and gave way.

All in all Strazio’s descent took less than a minute. When he landed, if one could call a backflop onto hard ground landing, he groaned and curled up into a ball. Dark purple splotches began to form across his body. He felt like someone had smacked him around with a sack of tangerine oranges.

“Fuck,” Strazio muttered, “fuck, fuck, fuck, fucking, fuck.”

He tried to stand, but stopped halfway leaving him buckled over on all fours. His hands curled into fists. Fireflies swarmed his forearms and lightning danced across his back. Strazio growled and forced himself to stand. His gaze fell upon the chittering swarm of insects that was now little more than a fist-sized blob high above him. Twin bolts of destruction fired from his arms crashed into the cliffside, obliterating the colony of centipedes. He smiled now that his tantrum was over, or well he started to smile until a rock tumbled down the slope and conked him in the head. One would have been hard pressed to find a more densly packed space of expletives and impotent rage.

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