06-23-2017, 09:26 PM
The greenish-blue line of energy, hanging in the air like fading smoke, led Illidan onwards through the highlands. Not far from their position, the landscape was swallowed by green forestry, trees reaching out and smothering the light from each other, each struggling for dominance. Illidan couldn't help but notice the similarity of their situations.
"What is that thing, anyway?" Illidan asked. "Is it a weapon? Or some sort of tool?"
"It's Husqvana," Gildarts said. "I'm sure it will come in handy."
The night elf frowned as a memory surfaced. Pictures of the short, pointed eared, fat nosed goblins came to mind. Similar to their gnomes in their propensity and technical skill with inventions, but far more cunning and selfish, he recalled the mechanical walkers they built, arms constructed of rotating steel teeth attached to an elongated shaft of metal. They would walk up to trees and forests, and the chainsaw arms would whir and buzz as they bit into the trunks, slowly chewing through bark and spitting out chips of wood and fine dust.
"I just recalled," Stormrage said as they approached the swarm of trees. The air already felt more humid, rising sweat on his brow. "The chainsaw is used for deforestation. For harvesting wood. Much faster and more efficient than an axe, though noisier than two nightsabers fighting over a scrap of meat."
"It'd make a good weapon too, by the sounds of it," Gildarts said, stroking the machine. "If it can cut through bark as easily as you say ... imagine what it would do to flesh."
Illidan narrowed his eyes as he pushed past a protruding branch. "True. But it would require you to get in close. And that still doesn't address the inoperability of the thing, either."
"I'm sure I can work it out," Gildarts returned.
"Well you better." The night elf grunted as a wayward branch scratched at his arm. The magic trail was thinning to the point that Illidan thought he may have been mistaken after all. "All of that goblin-gnome rubbish is out of my realm of expertise. Hand me a demonic relic and we've got a different story."
"What is that thing, anyway?" Illidan asked. "Is it a weapon? Or some sort of tool?"
"It's Husqvana," Gildarts said. "I'm sure it will come in handy."
The night elf frowned as a memory surfaced. Pictures of the short, pointed eared, fat nosed goblins came to mind. Similar to their gnomes in their propensity and technical skill with inventions, but far more cunning and selfish, he recalled the mechanical walkers they built, arms constructed of rotating steel teeth attached to an elongated shaft of metal. They would walk up to trees and forests, and the chainsaw arms would whir and buzz as they bit into the trunks, slowly chewing through bark and spitting out chips of wood and fine dust.
"I just recalled," Stormrage said as they approached the swarm of trees. The air already felt more humid, rising sweat on his brow. "The chainsaw is used for deforestation. For harvesting wood. Much faster and more efficient than an axe, though noisier than two nightsabers fighting over a scrap of meat."
"It'd make a good weapon too, by the sounds of it," Gildarts said, stroking the machine. "If it can cut through bark as easily as you say ... imagine what it would do to flesh."
Illidan narrowed his eyes as he pushed past a protruding branch. "True. But it would require you to get in close. And that still doesn't address the inoperability of the thing, either."
"I'm sure I can work it out," Gildarts returned.
"Well you better." The night elf grunted as a wayward branch scratched at his arm. The magic trail was thinning to the point that Illidan thought he may have been mistaken after all. "All of that goblin-gnome rubbish is out of my realm of expertise. Hand me a demonic relic and we've got a different story."
Quote:Illy, Gily and Husqvana move E1 -> B12
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