At 1/31/11 09:30 PM, BigMike47 wrote:
Hmm I'd say try and get out of there with Lukita maybe find out more about what's going on, not sure if he's strong to fight off a horde of machines. Besides endless torture is never a fun alternative lol
Option: Stand your ground, or attempt get out of these before the machines reach your house or [insert your idea here, if it is reasonable I will do it instead]
By the way, the last post was the end of chapter 1, entitled The Silverwash Massacre.
Xyotles terror finally let him go, he turned around and began to run. The blind terror filling had overwhelmed any semblance of rational thought and all that remained was the urge to run. His arms were getting worse, the black sludge was running in steams down his arms and pooling on his hand forming a slick glove. Then a shot rang through the air and by his feet a bullet hole appeared, he turned around to stare at Lukita.
"We need to get out of here, we're going to die!" Tears had begun to roll down his face, and his nose was running. He wanted his father, why did he have to leave the town, why?
"I'm not letting you run away you coward. Those little machines have been working on you all night, and I believe you will be able to win. Do you just want to sit here and let your village be killed?" Of course he didn't, it was just, the Thunderists, you're taught since you were a kid just to run. If the Thunderists wanted to see you gone you could never beat them, only run.
With his emotions running so high the ooze on his arms had increased, now from fingertip to shoulder his arms were covered in the goo. It had elongated his fingers into claws, continued to lengthen. Suddenly his body stiffened, he couldn't move an inch. His vision clouded them sharpened, his view overlapped with red boxes outlining the different machines rampaging through the town. His body, against his will, snapped to salute in from of Lukita, who had taken a remote out of her pack. She was entering commands in furiously, which must be what was causing his muscles to react.
"I'm sorry, I am not going to let you run. You are going to destroy those machines; I know you can do it. I believe in you." She pressed a few more buttons before holding the remote limp in her hand. Xyotles body began to react on it's own, sprinting across the space separating them from the village. The elongated fingers of his hand had solidified into single enormous blades, gleaming in the light.
His legs were moving at speeds beyond normal humans, and each bound took him five yards closer to the great machine. The small ones had already noticed him, their sensory modules turning in his direction in unison. They surged towards him as one entity. His arm automatically raised itself, and the black sludge lanced out in a single stream, spearing on of the machines through the head. From there the body exploded and the sludge branched out spears heading in every direction to crush and pierce through processors. The machines fell limp around hims as the sludge, with a mind of its own, swirled around him cutting down the metal wolves.
The titan construct, at the death of its fellows, finally perceived a threat. The two guns mounted on its shoulders swiveled to face him, before belching lead in his direction. The only thing that stopped it was a shield ebony gunk. It bowed in slightly wherever a bullet struck, but held steady. His legs tensed and fell into a squat before propelling him into the air. A globule of sludge formed on his shoulder before racing down his arm to fire like a cannonball at the machine's head. The orb wrapped around the things head like protrusion before constricting, there was a crunch of metal the the machine slowed, then stopped.
The man on the mobile throne sat, mouth agape. The sword weapon reformed as his legs pushed off the casing of the titan, propelling through the air at the man. The man attempted to fun, stumbling over his chair to reach the other side, but after only two leaps across the broken rooftops Xyotle was upon him, knocking him to the floor of the platform. Xyotle held the sword high over his head, the mans terrified eyes reflecting off of it.
As per the last choice, he did try to get out, I never said he succeed :P
Option: Kill him, or let him live, or third option you choose, if it is reasonable I'll do it