‘chop. chop. chop. my stirring lover’s figure lay still in a sleep deeper than expected just within this cave structure. the machines were moving closer to the position here, but still many meters away. it was a mistake to have made love with this oaf next to me asleep. this disordered romp would certainly get me into some amount of trouble. deadly, this time of day, and when other things roam about the waste left. throwing the blanket aside and nude, i quickly shuffled to my clothes sitting there on the rocks, and the pistol gripped in my fist. chop. chop. chop. it took me some time to get my pants on right, and i sheathed the pistol into my belt. the safety was flipped into place to control any nervous anxieties i might still have.
‘the machines were dreadfully close now, and moving too fast for me to awake Mutorcs from his slumber. i began climbing the solid stone points growing from the surface of the arid ground, it was this that was our haven for a time, and within moments it was to be the next battleground. he was the bait to lure them, and i would rely on the height to be my advantage in this fight. the trap was set, and the machines were almost here. ducking down over the top of the stony point that reached high from the ground, pulling out the pistol, and praying for Mutorcs to stay asleep. CHOP. CHOP. CHOP. the last thing i needed right now was Mutorcs in a screaming run as the machines moved about in a deformed and mechanical sense. organic grace was completely lost in their calculated footing. there, a few meters out, were a handful of the creatures.
‘two were of a flying method to their motions i later realized while the others were ground-bound. i held still breathing hard, and allowed their sensors to wash over Mutorcs and myself. they would know then that we were both here, but i had already figured out if there were many details in my favor, the exhilarating electricity moving my nerves at the ready. the groundlings moved quickly in this direction, with their airborne fellows not far behind them, and my sweat was hot and boiling through my skin.
‘the rock on which we stood our ground was very much capable of aiding in the defense necessary to surviving. the nervous air would not get to me, i have been through many times worse, and Mutorcs is a known warrior capable of disabling a living device bare-fisted. when conscious, he is a ferocious robot slayer, but like this he was no better than as bait. i began to feel the rumbling all throughout the dirt and mineral beneath me, and i prayed a little longer that Mutorcs would stay asleep, don’t ruin this moment. the sharpened blades of the spider-crawling explorers were snapping at every twist of its trunk. the taller dreadnoughts began sending static noise between each other, and the entire mass of the marching group began herding toward the encampment we had made there under the rocky outgrowth. the flying few were the first to recognize my presence there upon the rock, and the first to be an immediate problem for me. their hideously synthetic squawks sent chills up my spine, washing cold sensation over my bones, and instilling some kind of aural pain into my head. i rolled around, and fired on impulse into the belly of the closest mechanical fiend, it took a number of shots before it fell, and there were always more on their way into the fray.
Mutorcs woke with a start, his yowl rising to meet my ears, after a few “spider bites” marked his skin. my shots rang far into the sky, and penetrated the thin armor hide of the air menace, felling these alloy artifacts. the thrill never matched the stories told and passed along, even though Mutorcs relied heavily upon the tales that made him out to be the hero of the adventure. since i came along, the “hero” has been a little more realistic to my expectations, and my girlish crush on his bravery was put in its place while tagging behind his broad-shouldered frame. seeing me gone must have triggered something in him, the next thing i heard from below was the scream of Mutorcs as he went full throttle on junk heap scavengers, and i heard the clanking of crushing strikes to the creatures trying to destroy us. my mind imagined that Mutorcs was utterly dismantling these walking tin freaks, and sending them to their silent end. i was utterly wet and primed to fight these fragging things to the death. the beats of my heart were making my body move on its own, becoming an obstacle for my shooting practice was a bad move, but i was able to get some rather critical hits on the flock of iron vultures.
i could barely make out the sounds of masculine pain in the distance as the focus drove me further towards a concentrated narrowing, and with that alignment yielded the results of a finished fight without any scratches. as i stood over the edge of the rock, and looked down upon the wreckage of my adversaries, i swiveled once i realized that Mutorcs was in true danger here. his sounds were seeming more and more desperate, and obviously, these things were trying their best to dismantle him. i adjusted my lightweight armor, and then began working my way down the face of the boulder, as i heard the din of whirring machinery below. at first i had thought it was in the distance again, but quickly learned the difference when a wiry, segmented tentacle wrapped snugly at my ankle. the pull took my whole body by surprise, but i managed to deflect the damage as i was thrown into the rock wall. i braced myself as i collided with the surface of it, and sprawled across the ground as the three machines moved about in front of me. my eyes grew wide, and the dry soil felt more solid underneath me, the sweat was pouring off my nose. i knew that if i attempted to reach for my gun outright, they would kill me quicker, but i wasn’t going to die that cheaply. i ducked and rolled through the legs of one large hunk of puttering machine. this open space was the ideal opportunity to draw and fire, and shooting the thing in the back.
my body swiveled and swerved around the trio of legs, allowing me the perfect shot, and the blast was fired off before i was even fully aware of it. it pulsed through the plating over the thing’s mechanical heart, but it certainly wouldn’t be finished with me yet. these kinds of robot cannon-fodder were all put-together with bolts and such, but that never meant that they were ready at any opportunity to fall apart. i tumbled to the left, and fired the pistol at the other two, though they easily moved out of range. in the distance, i heard grunting under the din of noise that was my beating chest, the steady hum of the machines, and the light desert breeze as i shot again after rolling further away to dodge their swings. metal and plating and tendrils of varying sizes were streaming overhead all around me, and i was barely able to get by without a scratch. they stabbed and swung their arms at me, but once i got away from their violence, i had clear aim for some devastating shots that could have taken them out. if it weren’t for the psycho machine that tripped me from behind, with me falling forward, and my weapon flying meters to thump against the arid ground.
the thing picked me up by the same ankle that was sore from the other mindless hauling around by my weight. i cried out this time, though, and cursed the damn mechanical beast spitefully. only cold, hard surface lights flickered at me denoting the animoid’s mechanical despise. the coldest blue frozen from technology of ages past, running vertically along its’ face, and deep inside the shell emitted a dark and hissing growl. then a blur as my body swings through the air, but just as the ‘bot is about to splash my bones against the rock, Mutorcs slices the arm off the beast…’ she knew her audience was in the palm of her hand, the story was just rolling out, and the marks to prove the tale told ached deeply indeed. Mutorcs was busy getting some drinks for the both of them as the words of the adventure in the badlands kept going. the scar, on her left arm, pulsed with fresh heat from the encounter.
‘the machines were dreadfully close now, and moving too fast for me to awake Mutorcs from his slumber. i began climbing the solid stone points growing from the surface of the arid ground, it was this that was our haven for a time, and within moments it was to be the next battleground. he was the bait to lure them, and i would rely on the height to be my advantage in this fight. the trap was set, and the machines were almost here. ducking down over the top of the stony point that reached high from the ground, pulling out the pistol, and praying for Mutorcs to stay asleep. CHOP. CHOP. CHOP. the last thing i needed right now was Mutorcs in a screaming run as the machines moved about in a deformed and mechanical sense. organic grace was completely lost in their calculated footing. there, a few meters out, were a handful of the creatures.
‘two were of a flying method to their motions i later realized while the others were ground-bound. i held still breathing hard, and allowed their sensors to wash over Mutorcs and myself. they would know then that we were both here, but i had already figured out if there were many details in my favor, the exhilarating electricity moving my nerves at the ready. the groundlings moved quickly in this direction, with their airborne fellows not far behind them, and my sweat was hot and boiling through my skin.
‘the rock on which we stood our ground was very much capable of aiding in the defense necessary to surviving. the nervous air would not get to me, i have been through many times worse, and Mutorcs is a known warrior capable of disabling a living device bare-fisted. when conscious, he is a ferocious robot slayer, but like this he was no better than as bait. i began to feel the rumbling all throughout the dirt and mineral beneath me, and i prayed a little longer that Mutorcs would stay asleep, don’t ruin this moment. the sharpened blades of the spider-crawling explorers were snapping at every twist of its trunk. the taller dreadnoughts began sending static noise between each other, and the entire mass of the marching group began herding toward the encampment we had made there under the rocky outgrowth. the flying few were the first to recognize my presence there upon the rock, and the first to be an immediate problem for me. their hideously synthetic squawks sent chills up my spine, washing cold sensation over my bones, and instilling some kind of aural pain into my head. i rolled around, and fired on impulse into the belly of the closest mechanical fiend, it took a number of shots before it fell, and there were always more on their way into the fray.
Mutorcs woke with a start, his yowl rising to meet my ears, after a few “spider bites” marked his skin. my shots rang far into the sky, and penetrated the thin armor hide of the air menace, felling these alloy artifacts. the thrill never matched the stories told and passed along, even though Mutorcs relied heavily upon the tales that made him out to be the hero of the adventure. since i came along, the “hero” has been a little more realistic to my expectations, and my girlish crush on his bravery was put in its place while tagging behind his broad-shouldered frame. seeing me gone must have triggered something in him, the next thing i heard from below was the scream of Mutorcs as he went full throttle on junk heap scavengers, and i heard the clanking of crushing strikes to the creatures trying to destroy us. my mind imagined that Mutorcs was utterly dismantling these walking tin freaks, and sending them to their silent end. i was utterly wet and primed to fight these fragging things to the death. the beats of my heart were making my body move on its own, becoming an obstacle for my shooting practice was a bad move, but i was able to get some rather critical hits on the flock of iron vultures.
i could barely make out the sounds of masculine pain in the distance as the focus drove me further towards a concentrated narrowing, and with that alignment yielded the results of a finished fight without any scratches. as i stood over the edge of the rock, and looked down upon the wreckage of my adversaries, i swiveled once i realized that Mutorcs was in true danger here. his sounds were seeming more and more desperate, and obviously, these things were trying their best to dismantle him. i adjusted my lightweight armor, and then began working my way down the face of the boulder, as i heard the din of whirring machinery below. at first i had thought it was in the distance again, but quickly learned the difference when a wiry, segmented tentacle wrapped snugly at my ankle. the pull took my whole body by surprise, but i managed to deflect the damage as i was thrown into the rock wall. i braced myself as i collided with the surface of it, and sprawled across the ground as the three machines moved about in front of me. my eyes grew wide, and the dry soil felt more solid underneath me, the sweat was pouring off my nose. i knew that if i attempted to reach for my gun outright, they would kill me quicker, but i wasn’t going to die that cheaply. i ducked and rolled through the legs of one large hunk of puttering machine. this open space was the ideal opportunity to draw and fire, and shooting the thing in the back.
my body swiveled and swerved around the trio of legs, allowing me the perfect shot, and the blast was fired off before i was even fully aware of it. it pulsed through the plating over the thing’s mechanical heart, but it certainly wouldn’t be finished with me yet. these kinds of robot cannon-fodder were all put-together with bolts and such, but that never meant that they were ready at any opportunity to fall apart. i tumbled to the left, and fired the pistol at the other two, though they easily moved out of range. in the distance, i heard grunting under the din of noise that was my beating chest, the steady hum of the machines, and the light desert breeze as i shot again after rolling further away to dodge their swings. metal and plating and tendrils of varying sizes were streaming overhead all around me, and i was barely able to get by without a scratch. they stabbed and swung their arms at me, but once i got away from their violence, i had clear aim for some devastating shots that could have taken them out. if it weren’t for the psycho machine that tripped me from behind, with me falling forward, and my weapon flying meters to thump against the arid ground.
the thing picked me up by the same ankle that was sore from the other mindless hauling around by my weight. i cried out this time, though, and cursed the damn mechanical beast spitefully. only cold, hard surface lights flickered at me denoting the animoid’s mechanical despise. the coldest blue frozen from technology of ages past, running vertically along its’ face, and deep inside the shell emitted a dark and hissing growl. then a blur as my body swings through the air, but just as the ‘bot is about to splash my bones against the rock, Mutorcs slices the arm off the beast…’ she knew her audience was in the palm of her hand, the story was just rolling out, and the marks to prove the tale told ached deeply indeed. Mutorcs was busy getting some drinks for the both of them as the words of the adventure in the badlands kept going. the scar, on her left arm, pulsed with fresh heat from the encounter.
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