06-27-2017, 11:12 AM
Tearen commanded the fabric of space and time to bend itself just a fraction of a second too late for the first of the devastating blasts from Archer’s firearm. The sound was deafening, echoing up along the cliffs with a triumphant boom as the Shadow staggered backwards. His obsidian skin was extremely tough, but a point-blank blast from the twelve gauge was more than enough to cause a deep fracture in his stony shell. He didn’t want to consider what the wound would look like when he shifted back into human form.
Luckily, despite the shock to his system, the spatial rend managed to deflect the second blast from the sawn-off marvelously, to the point where Archer momentarily shielded his face, and only his face, from the violently ricocheting buckshot. Cell moved in, crashing through the damp underbrush in a spray of rain and moss. Tearen wasn’t having it, and channeled a well of telekinetic fury into an open palm. The hybrid monstrosity was ready for the riposte, and shunted energy into his own fist. The two extremities met in a flash of light and sound, sending both Primes launching away from the point of impact with a reverberating bang.
Archer raised an eyebrow as Cell soared past him back through the trees onto the beach, and then the other eyebrow when the imperfect bug shot back into the fray a half-second later.
“Keep your eyess on hiss ugly facce!” Cell hissed, gathering ki energy into both palms and lobbing it in Tearen’s general direction in a fusillade of yellow fire. The shotgun seemed to be a good bet against the weirdo, so Archer took some time to ignore Cell’s orders and reload it.
“Well, I mean, let’s be objective for a moment. Between the two of you I really think your face is the far uglier. I mean-oh.” Sterling said, looking up from his reloaded shotty to see Cell pointing, of all things, an MP40 submachine gun at him. The ensuing sustained fire was enough to send Archer scrambling behind a large tree with a few more bullet wounds from his own weapon. At this range, even Malon was a pretty good shot. Tearen walked up next to the disguised girl from where he had been laying, and glanced down at the smoking weapon.
“Starting to like that thing, are you? Also, watch who you’re calling ugly.” he hummed in a bemused tone as Malon’s body returned to its feminine state. Of course, her tail remained to assist with bracing whatever ribs had been broken by the authentic counterpart. Malon chuckled softly, and then cringed in pain.
“It’s called acting, and you know it.” She grinned, trying to fumble with a reload for a few moments before casting the MP40 away into nothingness.
“You need to get your own act, Sun Maid!” Archer barked from behind his tree. Between Malon’s copycat bullshit and the rag-shod asshat that was Tearen, he was pretty much totally pinned down behind the gnarled oak for now.
“Where is Cell, by the way?” Tearen asked, going back to back with Malon and extending his awareness into the boggy mangrove stand.
“He’ just…standing out there on the beach.” Malon said in a slow tone. Tearen turned slightly to see what she was talking about. To normal sight, yes, Cell was just staring in at them in a half-crouched stance, but it was off…hollow. There was no mind buzzing in that direction. Only too late, did Tearen pinpoint Cell’s actual position.
“Mal!” Tearen cried in the split second before Cell fell out of the leaf cover over their head, grabbed Malon by the throat and dragged her over to the same tree that Sterling was sitting behind. A shower of rain and leaves fell on all four Primes from the impact, and again when the bug-man took the liberty of nailing Malon’s copied tail to the trunk with his own barbed appendage. Despite the face that it was a copied limb, the pain was still real, eliciting a sharp shriek from the farm hand.
“I’m fucking done with your cheap knock offss!” Cell spat, allowing the ensuing electric punishment to wrack the girl’s body as well. The beastly insect indulged in a few sips of the artificial limb’s tissue before chucking her off to the side. He let out a low, hissing laugh.
“Nicce to know you sstill have your own taste though. Like the authentic, refreshing taste of Pepsi Cola, now in bitch flavor! Ahhahaha…” he chuckled, not even really giving a shit about the shocks at this point.
Tearen moved to rush to the fallen girl, but faltered as he coughed a spray of black blood. The bug’s wave of destruction from earlier had still evidently managed to singe his organs. The tables were turned…
Luckily, despite the shock to his system, the spatial rend managed to deflect the second blast from the sawn-off marvelously, to the point where Archer momentarily shielded his face, and only his face, from the violently ricocheting buckshot. Cell moved in, crashing through the damp underbrush in a spray of rain and moss. Tearen wasn’t having it, and channeled a well of telekinetic fury into an open palm. The hybrid monstrosity was ready for the riposte, and shunted energy into his own fist. The two extremities met in a flash of light and sound, sending both Primes launching away from the point of impact with a reverberating bang.
Archer raised an eyebrow as Cell soared past him back through the trees onto the beach, and then the other eyebrow when the imperfect bug shot back into the fray a half-second later.
“Keep your eyess on hiss ugly facce!” Cell hissed, gathering ki energy into both palms and lobbing it in Tearen’s general direction in a fusillade of yellow fire. The shotgun seemed to be a good bet against the weirdo, so Archer took some time to ignore Cell’s orders and reload it.
“Well, I mean, let’s be objective for a moment. Between the two of you I really think your face is the far uglier. I mean-oh.” Sterling said, looking up from his reloaded shotty to see Cell pointing, of all things, an MP40 submachine gun at him. The ensuing sustained fire was enough to send Archer scrambling behind a large tree with a few more bullet wounds from his own weapon. At this range, even Malon was a pretty good shot. Tearen walked up next to the disguised girl from where he had been laying, and glanced down at the smoking weapon.
“Starting to like that thing, are you? Also, watch who you’re calling ugly.” he hummed in a bemused tone as Malon’s body returned to its feminine state. Of course, her tail remained to assist with bracing whatever ribs had been broken by the authentic counterpart. Malon chuckled softly, and then cringed in pain.
“It’s called acting, and you know it.” She grinned, trying to fumble with a reload for a few moments before casting the MP40 away into nothingness.
“You need to get your own act, Sun Maid!” Archer barked from behind his tree. Between Malon’s copycat bullshit and the rag-shod asshat that was Tearen, he was pretty much totally pinned down behind the gnarled oak for now.
“Where is Cell, by the way?” Tearen asked, going back to back with Malon and extending his awareness into the boggy mangrove stand.
“He’ just…standing out there on the beach.” Malon said in a slow tone. Tearen turned slightly to see what she was talking about. To normal sight, yes, Cell was just staring in at them in a half-crouched stance, but it was off…hollow. There was no mind buzzing in that direction. Only too late, did Tearen pinpoint Cell’s actual position.
“Mal!” Tearen cried in the split second before Cell fell out of the leaf cover over their head, grabbed Malon by the throat and dragged her over to the same tree that Sterling was sitting behind. A shower of rain and leaves fell on all four Primes from the impact, and again when the bug-man took the liberty of nailing Malon’s copied tail to the trunk with his own barbed appendage. Despite the face that it was a copied limb, the pain was still real, eliciting a sharp shriek from the farm hand.
“I’m fucking done with your cheap knock offss!” Cell spat, allowing the ensuing electric punishment to wrack the girl’s body as well. The beastly insect indulged in a few sips of the artificial limb’s tissue before chucking her off to the side. He let out a low, hissing laugh.
“Nicce to know you sstill have your own taste though. Like the authentic, refreshing taste of Pepsi Cola, now in bitch flavor! Ahhahaha…” he chuckled, not even really giving a shit about the shocks at this point.
Tearen moved to rush to the fallen girl, but faltered as he coughed a spray of black blood. The bug’s wave of destruction from earlier had still evidently managed to singe his organs. The tables were turned…
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And, we dream of home I dream of life out of here Their dreams are small My dreams don't know fear I got my heart full of hope I will change everything No matter what I'm told How impossible it seems We did it before And we'll do it again We're indestructible Even when we're tired And we've been here before Just you and I
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued