!aDIap4MeRg 02/03/10(Wed)01:11 No.7898590|
Now, I’m not afraid to admit it, that was great. I’d be proud to serve alongside any warrior who could pull that off. But no. That’s not where the story ends, nor is it even the best part.
The man then stepped off the bug, back on the ground, and let loose with his handgun straight into the crowd of bugs. He didn’t even seem to see what he was looking at, but every damn shot killed a bug. As he cut his way through the crowd, I could tell he was going for something. Now, I’ll admit, I was standing there, like a pup in his first battle, watching this human. I was stupefied. But if you could have seen him… He would not die. Nothing could touch him. When he ran out of ammo, he caved in skulls with the grip of his gun! A handgun, against Kruthiks!
Well, after laying low far too many bugs to count, he comes to where he was apparently headed for. He ducks down, lashing out at any bugs who get near, and after a moment, he comes back up, holding the antique shotgun his mate was using. He pumps it, and fires into the crowd, obviously still not satisfied. With a scream, He fires, and fires again, and again, and again, and again, until he’s out of ammunition, and even then, he starts swinging the gun like a club, smashing open their shells and spraying dark green slime all over himself and the ground. And all the while the damn Squid-head is still sitting up in the window, munching on the brain of the man’s mate.