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11-page Warning.Chapter 16: Big Things and Small Packages
At this point, the squad and prisoners have begun their war what seemed like a long time ago. As mentioned before, the intermingling of Brawlers and Blobs destroyed all boundary lines and turned the throne room into the site of a very confusing mob fight. Up in the room’s sky, Eaglets were flying all around to fight the airborne Brawlers. Eaglets were pecking and clawed maliciously at Warhawk, Angelface, Sigmund, Birdie, and the numbers of other that took on the mosquito cloud. They were obviously glad to receive the help of stray bolt shots and intentional ground blasts from other Brawlers.
Though the Brawlers in the air had their vision clouded with the frenzy of purple birds, the ground was just as mad as the air. Each Brawler had their own battle to fight on the ground. Some went one-one-one with Blobs (usually the case with Pulpers), but there were those fights with one Brawler taking on a handful of Blobs alone or vice versa. Each fight might occasionally be interrupted by an unexpected blow from another struggle, and that would start a whole other fight. Civilians that came to help shied away from the chaos before them and tended to stand near the sidelines, shooting at anything that got close. That was all they could do, really. Even with Nurse and Spawner supporting the Civilians, Blobs pounced on the grouping like starving tigers.
The only real place of order was, oddly, in the middle of the gigantic struggle. Blobs had spread out here, creating a circular fighting ring bordered all around by the squabbling Blobs. In this circle was Illidon’s Blob clone, drastically transformed to prepare for its fight. On the other side, Balto-Boy eyed Webster cautiously, his glove lighting up in green, waiting for Webster to make its move.
Illidon stood at his throne, overseeing the fight. Rather than fight on his own, -his smugness telling him he was too high and mighty to bother- Illidon was plucking gooey, comparatively-tiny pieces of purple out of his skin and throwing it across the landscape. The pieces of goo were splashing against the ground or bursting into the air to create a new Blob or two. With Illidon spreading himself on the land and Brawlers and Civilians using all their senses to stay alive, no one had any real clue as to what was happening. And because of this, there was something no one had. There was something or someone in the middle of this squabble who had a plan of sorts, and the chaos diverted all attention from this being, freeing it to act as it will.
*****
Brawlers helped each other in the mad struggle as much as possible. In on corner, there was a lone wolf fighting relentless amounts of Biters at once. Swordkill was a blur as he jumped from place to place in his ring, swinging his blade at the small Blobs with all of his might. He bounded to the middle of his fighting area, he took a step and spun around in circles as fast as he could as Biters jumped on top of him. But his chainsaw-blade was extended as he spun, creating a sort of buzzing, razor-sharp tornado that sliced and diced any of the dumber Biters that decided to attack. Swordkill’s vision swayed and swivered slightly when he finally stumbled to a stop.
But then a large force shoved Swordkill into the ground. His face bounced on the marble floor, and he used the bounce to sort of transition into turning to look at what pushed him over. A Pulper with outstretched arms roared at Swordkill as he lay on his back.
When Swordkill managed to get on his back, he noticed something on the ceiling. One of the hanging glass pieces of a chandelier at the top of the room seemed to be closer than the others. And it got closer. And closer. And Swordkill noticed its pointed edge coming even closer than that. He whistled loudly from between his teeth up into the air. At the indication, a small yellow-orange cloud swooped down to scoop up Swordkill from the floor. And Swordkill flew away on his transport just as the Pulper’s fist sank into the marble floor. While the Pulper struggled to get its hand free from the ground, the giant glass piece, something the size of a school bus, slammed and shattered on the floor. Swordkill looked back to see glass slivers jet past him and fly all across the battlezone. With that mess out of the way, Swordkill readied his sword, and joined the fight in the sky.
The Civilians still struggled to survive the onslaught of Blobs heading their way. Despite Nurse’s and Spawner’s obvious advantages as Brawlers, the group was still barely able to hold off the cloud of enemies heading their way.
Spawner stood back to back to Cindy, who was armed with a sub-machine gun. Spawner had created a small broadsword and a handgun to blast any Blobs that got too close. The two turned around in a circle, constantly back to back, in fighting away the Biters, Crackers, and Bodyguards that leaped at them. For a moment, it worked well. The two had face the wall of Blobs together as a pair of Pulpers pushed through the lines.
As a Pulper roared, something struck it in the head. A clear piece of something, glimmering light off of the room’s illumination, had run like a bullet into a Pulper’s head with enough force to knock it over. The other Pulper looked over in a bit of confusion. Spawner and Cindy, on the other hand, raised their weapons and wasted no time in unloading bullets into the giant thing. It roared loudly, just barely over the sound of the war, and ran at the two, who still fired their weapons at the approaching body builder. The Pulper wouldn’t stop.
Spawner and Cindy’s eardrums were rocked when a line of explosions rocketed directly in front of them. Small Blobs flew in the air like bottle rockets, and the Pulper was shoved back with enough force to slam it to its back. Spawner looked up to see a figure with a glowing halo falling to the ground. McJesus triumphantly planted his feet to face the Pulper. His two arms crossed in front of him, and the Pulper disappeared behind a small mushroom cloud.
“McJesus! This is too much!” Spawner shouted at his back. “What’re we gonna do?!”
McJesus didn’t look back to answer. His arm swept out across the landscape in front of him. A line of explosions followed, wiping out Bodyguards that charged that way. Spawner looked behind him and saw that a ball of goo hit the ground to spawn a handful of Crackers. Cindy noticed, as well, and unloaded with her tiny machine gun. Spawner lifted his hand up and fired bullets at the Crackers’ heads. One came too close, and Spawner managed to chop it in two with his blade.
“Get up to Illidon!” McJesus shouted to Spawner without looking. “This’ll go on forever if we don’t, and we can’t last that long!” McJesus stomped the ground with a foot to shoot up a ring of fire around him to dissolve a Cracker and some Biters leaping at him.
He looked back and gave both Spawner and Cindy a casual salute.
“Good luck, guys. I’m leaving.”
Spawner turned and looked to McJesus. He couldn’t help but smile when he saw McJesus grip onto his own halo. Then rip it off his head. McJesus’s limbs popped off like soda tabs at their joints, and stayed attached with dangerous-looking sparks of red. His flesh no longer looked like flesh, but rather like pillars of stone and brick. His large hair flowed around in a giant mess, and sharpened teeth protruded from his mouth. As soon as the halo came off, McJesus moved around like a jackrabbit with too much caffeine in its system, disappearing into the endless crowd of Blobs. Spawner could follow McJesus’s movements as Blobs exploded from under spews of flame, flying away like renegade meteors. Spawner watched only for a split second, as the explosions distanced themselves and became and farther and farther away.
Cindy yelped when something startled her. Spawner turned to see a figure march at them. He was a tall and slender being, and had giant arms growing out of his back, bearing what looked like kitchen knives at the ends.
“Is that Undeadlaw?” Cindy asked.
Spawner saw the figure’s shade of purple.
“Nope! Illidon’s got the clones out!”
*****
Balto-Boy felt the graze of Webster’s arms pierce into his ear. He stumbled on the ground and quickly stood after narrowly rolling away from Webster’s stab. A look back showed Webster’s spinning around in that odd movement it had. Webster lunged at Balto-Boy again. Balto-Boy responded by leaping directly up into the air to float above its head. A quick movement of the arm, and Balto-Boy’s glove shot out a beam of green aura and pressed it into the ground. But Webster broke through the beam and knocked Balto-Boy to the ground with a back hand to his side. But Balto-Boy, rather than bouncing around like a ragdoll, landed on his feet and skidded to a stop, staring down Webster.
Balto-Boy acted as quick as he could. He reached into his back pocket with his left hand and pulled out a weapon. His simple beating stick, Sticky. Sticky still in hand, Balto-Boy wrapped it up with the fingers of his glove, blazing it up in the green aura of light many were familiar with. And from under that light, Sticky began to change shape and size. It grew longer and wider, taking on a peculiar shape while it did so. Eventually, the stick changed completely, and became an odd weapon that was a mix of an arrow and a sword, though it looked like it came right out of a kids’ cartoon. The weapon’s staff was rectangular and the sides had an alternating color pattern of red and blue. The tip of this weapon was a six-edged arrow, each side a different shade of green. Balto-Boy gripped the thing at its grip, which was the same shade of brown as his fur. Overall, the weapon looked much like a multi-colored palm tree.
Balto-Boy’s feet lifted and he tore through the air to jump at Webster. And in a mighty slice of green light, the Multi-Colored Palm Tree dived into Webster’s flesh. Balto-Boy noticed out of the corner of his eyes that a significant amount of goo was split away from Webster, looking like an exaggeration of a hard hit in a Rocky movie.
Webster wouldn’t tolerate that. It took one of its lance-like arms and swung at Balto-Boy. It missed Balto-Boy, but the swing knocked the Multi-Colored Palm Tree out of Balto-Boy’s hand. And it flew somewhere into the crowd of chaos. Balto-Boy’s head followed the object as it disappeared into the mess of Blobs and Brawlers, utmost horror on his face.
“Decent attempt, mutt,” Webster chuckled. “Now it is my turn.”
One of Webster’s two arms was held out in front of it. The tips twisted together, widened and flattened, changing to take the form of a giant, two-handled mallet. Balto-Boy morphed into a form bulking with muscle and with eyes of fire just in time. With much strength in his body, Uber-Pissed Balto tried to keep the giant instrument from squashing him.
*****
“Duck!”
Rageblood dropped his torso to the ground as Amira shouted the command. She raised up a large rifle and fired it directly over Rageblood’s head. The bullet banged past and hit a Pulper with enough force to plow it through a line of Bodyguards.
“This is mother-fucking insane!” Rageblood said, firing his M16 as he did so. He immediately spun in a 180-degree spin and fired the weapon just as a Biter was going to chomp on his head. The little guy exploded instantly when the bullets hit him. In the back ground, Amira was swinging around her rifle and smacking it into nearby Blobs.
Rageblood remembered the Pulper Amira shot before and turned to face it. And just in time, because it had just gotten up and began running at the two Brawlers. Rageblood reached for a second trigger near the end of his gun and pulled. A grenade shot out of a small barrel on the rifle and stuck into the Pulper’s chest. A fireball exploded and the Pulper’s body spread out evenly like a busted pack of icing.
There was a scream that sounded behind him. Rageblood turned his head and saw that a mob of Biters had taken a hold of Amira. Rageblood was quick to jump over and use the butt of his gun to hit away as many Biters as he could. A few blows scraped Amira on occasion, seeing as she was so close to the attackers, but Rageblood managed to destroy the bulk. One clung on still, but Amira shot it away with a pistol round. The two turned back and the Blob hoard had stepped much closer. The line of Blobs was inches away, too close for Rageblood’s gun to point with good aim. Amira pushed Rageblood aside and pushed them away with her rifle. Rageblood backed away and fired whenever he could get the opportunity. Rageblood and Amira’s movements, those in desperate attempts to push away the Blobs, seemed futile. And the empty space where the Blobs have not engulfed them was getting smaller and smaller.
Rageblood pushed a couple Blobs out of his way. He could barely see into the giant crowd that lay before him. And he noticed how Blobs were being thrown up into the air. Then he noticed the big lug that threw them out of their way. He could see the thing’s outline, a familiar shape of hulking muscle and raw power. His first thought was “Abigor”. But as the figure continued coming, Rageblood noticed that the figure was purple.
*****
A green ripple of energy rocketed through the path ahead, easily mowing a line of space in between the Blobs. Jay ran through the path, giant sword in hand, and Zarth was following close behind.
As Jay ran down the path, he swung his human-sized sword with an astounding amount of ease and speed, slicing away at any Bodyguards or Crackers that came to close. Zarth fired raybeams out of his hands to assist Jay’s attacks. Though the Blobs constantly coming closer and closer to them were always a threat and were usually quick to close up the path. Though it came with ease to clear it again, as Zarth let out another devastation on the Blobs blocking the path.
“And we thought this was gonna be hard!” Jay shouted to Zarth as the path was cleared again.
“You said it, bud!” Zarth was quick to reply with a bit of cockiness.
The two ran down this familiar path again and followed their usual patterns of attack, slowly plowing their own way to Illidon himself. They noticed how McJesus cut through the field in front of them at a peculiar quickness. They also couldn’t help but notice how his limbs were hanging on to his body by those red sparks. And there was also something else odd: he held an odd weapon in his hand. McJesus popped into Zarth and Jay’s visions for a quick moment and swung the bludgeon at the Blobs. A giant pillar of green and red launched up from the earth below and mauled the many Blobs sucked into the twister. And with that, the mutated McJesus jumped to elsewhere.
“How the hell did he get the Multi-Colored Palm Tree?” Zarth felt obligated to ask.
“Who cares?” Jay shouted. “Let’s get back to kickin’ ass and stuff!”
A thud sounded on the ground behind the two, as did a snarl of anger. Zarth and Jay looked behind them to see the fallen Angelface being scarred and clawed by the clone of Warhawk, waving her hands around to try to block the shots. One of the two called out Angelface’s name, but got the clone’s attention in the process. Before it could act, Zarth reached and grabbed the clone by where its collar would be. Zarth swung the thing over his head, pulling it off of Angelface, and smashed it into the marble floor and forming a Warhawk-sized crater. He soon shoved one of his glowing hands in the clone’s mouth. Soon, there wasn’t any of that particular clone left afterwards.
“Damn, woman...” Jay said, dumbfounded as he looked at Angelface.
Angelface, who had a hard time standing, was obviously injured by the clone’s attack. An eye was swelled shut under a black-and-green balloon of blood, and the other was on its way. Bruises and scars laced her body. Her clothing was torn in various places. If examined, it was obvious that her wings were missing a number of feathers. Her breathing was staggering and very irregular, sometimes seeming as if she struggled to keep a breath in. And there was always a faint trickle of blood pour out of the corner of her mouth, like a faucet just barely turned on.
Angelface struggled to a stand as fast as she could, letting Zarth and Jay take care of the curious Blobs.
“Yeah...” she panted. “It...it got a jump on me...”
Jay glanced up at the mess in the sky, Eaglets flying around to create a confusing mess of indistinctable chaos.
“I can only guess how.”
A huge shockwave knocked Zarth, Jay, and Angelface off of their feet. Zarth was the first to stand back up to see what had shaken the ground. Some monster spewed out of the ground, easily as big as a city high school building. It looked mechanical, not alive at all. The thing took the shape of a sort of metal lizard without any hind legs. Its eyes were large, round, and soul-less, and stared right down at them. And it was purple in color. As it flew in the air, before gravity took hold of it for the dive, the thing seemed to move in slow motion. At least for Zarth. His mind acted as if it could slow down time itself, and he watched the attack in an agonizing amount of time.
Jay’s mouth uttered profanity right away.
“Hooooooly fuuuuuck!!!”
Then another shockwave, almost exactly like the first. The same monster shot out of the ground again nearby, except this one actually bore the color of machinery and metal. It snarled and breathed smoke at the first beast and tackled the thing in mid-air in a tight grip. The two twisted in a ball of black-and-purple clay. They hit the ground with a teeth-rattling thud and quite easily smashed a towns-worth of Blobs in the process (quite possibly even a Brawler or two).
“Yeah, I’m not waiting for that thing to come back,” Jay spat. And he took off down the path that Zarth and he were making once before. Zarth looked back. Angelface gave a weak yet confident thumbs-up. All three of them headed for their biggest enemy together.
*****
Spawner swung his sword wildly and irrationally to block the quad set of kitchen knives trying to carve his face. In the background, Cindy fired at the Undeadlaw-imposter with her weapon, but the bullets only seemed to sink into its skin meaninglessly. Spawner could get a couple shots in with his handgun, but those had just about the same effect as Cindy’s attack.
From one side of the clone, buckets of bullets fired deeply into its skin. They had some effect, as the clone was just about knocked off balance from the bullets’ force. The clone’s arms out of its back reeled up and pushed Spawner away, saving him for later. The angry Blob had ignored the Brawler and turned to face the legion of Civilians that threatened it with a regiment of weaponry.
“Bro! Now!” a voice called as the clone turned and snarled.
From behind the clone, a figure popped in from the mess in the field. He had short light-blue hair and wore a baseball cap backwards on his head. He pulled some large tube off of his back, decorated in blue paint and flame decals, and shot forth a billowing of smoke. A small potato-sized projectile rocketed out of the man’s weapon and exploded at the clone’s feet. Spawner and Cindy watched in awe as the clone’s feet splattered from under it, letting its torso fall to the floor.
“Nice shot, Bazooka Bro!” Cindy called back with a wave.
“I does what I does!” he shouted with smugness, his un-occupied arm outstretched.
But there was a crack of pain that sent Bazooka Bro flying into the unknown. The clone had already regrown its legs, taking the appropriate size change, and smashed all four of its back-limbs into Bazooka Bro’s face at once. Spawner leaped onto the clone like a hungry cat and started stabbing and stabbing it with his sword, tiny chunks of the Blob flying off in random directions.
But blood flew everywhere. Spawner yelled in agony as the clone’s knives shot forth and pierced through his arms. The clone eyed him invisibly and shouted that gritty shout that clones sound off, goo dripping between its lips. From behind squinting lids, Spawner saw the blurry image of Cindy unloading magazines of ammo into the back of the clone. Cindy apparently became impatient, because she un-sheathed a combat knife and rushed forward. Spawner watched in horrid anticipation as her blade was stuck in the Blob’s skin, and she struggled to pull it out. And stab the clone again.
The clone’s head spun back like a top. Spawner’s eyes widened when he figured out that the clone wasn’t using two of its knives. He began to kick wildly at the clone, ignoring the pain in his arms. Spawner only became frustrated when he figured out that with how the clone held him, he was only a tiny bit more than a leg’s length away, and all his legs could hit was air. Spawner blinked for a moment. And he heard Cindy yell.
He opened his eyes to see that the clone used the other two blades to pin Cindy’s legs to the ground. Violently. Despite the splotches of blood and the gashes in her legs, Cindy yanked on the knives in order to set herself free, but to no use.
Meanwhile, Spawner managed to twist his hand so that it aimed at the space just over the clone’s head. Purple and green sparks twisted around his forearm to foreshadow the coming attack. The ground shook when an anvil flattened the the left side of the clone like paper. Though it wasn’t enough to kill the thing. The clone roared in anger and ripped the two blades in Cindy out with enough force to knock her on her back. The sides of these blades whipped around the clone’s body and their sides slapped Spawner in the face, shoving him off of the blades in his arms. After hitting the floor, Spawner scrambled to stand and faced the clone.
But all of them noticed something at once: a gigantic tangled mess falling towards them all. It looked as if two giant, mechanical whales were wrestling in the air. And they headed directly towards the clone, Cindy, and Spawner. Well, that’s partially true.
Spawner was just barely far enough away. Directly in front of him, missing him by a mere foot or two, the giant whales landed. The two being seperated once they hit the ground and formed two mechanical beasts, one black-and-grey and one purple. The purple one dived underground immediately after hitting the floor, and the black-and-grey one dived after to give chase. Spawner was covering his eyes to shield himself from debris and dirt. When he opened them, both the clone and Cindy were gone. A giant, gaping hole in the marble floor took their place.
With mouth open and eyes curious, Spawner casually approached the hole, seemingly ignoring the Battle of Armageddon around him. He stood next to it and peered down. All he saw was grey concrete and dirt forming a huge tunnel that seemed forever long. Seeing all that he need to, he turned back with a solemn expression.
In a flash, anger appeared on Spawner’s face. His face creased and twisted and wrinkled into the most hostile expression anyone could imagine. His movements were quick, hurried, and exaggerated. Spawner chucked the handgun he had forcefully into the hole, now wielding only the small blade. In his unoccupied hand, the sparks flew and Spawner created a longer version of the sword he had already made. His mouth opened wide and he let out a tremendous war cry and ran straight into the crowd, swinging the blades around him.
“Spawner! Spawner, where are you going?” Nurse shouted as she saw him head into the mob. A Blob almost caught her off-guard, but she shot out her giant syringe just in time. The need sucked in the Blob, forced its body into the tube, and she shot it back out as a lifeless paste. Nurse bounded her way to the Civilians immediately after and held back any Blobs she could, all the while their bullets were just barely killing everything heading their way.
Now how is one Brawler going to protect a bunch of Civilians from this?! Nurse thought.
She lifted up the giant syringe and began to stab, but a glowing arrow rocketed into the Bodyguard’s head before she could release the attack. One Cracker snapped a shot in her direction, but it was tackled and clawed before the shot could reach its mark. Nurse turned back and saw Spike tearing chunks out of the Cracker on the ground. She didn’t even realize when Ray had come and melted Blobs with melee hits.
Ray swung the Sunbolt and dissolved away a Biter.
“Don’t worry, we got your back.”
*****
Balto-Boy charged in his Demonic Balto form. His glowing fist missed as Webster casually stepped aside to avoid the blow. But Balto-Boy recovered, and rapid-fire auras pierced into Webster’s chest. Balto-Boy was fighting well, considering all of the wounds Webster had inflicted. In clumps, Balto-Boy’s fur was hardened with the coagulated blood that Webster had spilled. An ear was bent from a direct blow to the head, and parts of Balto-Boy’s cheeks were starting to swell, too. And he now ran with a limp after one of Webster’s mallet attacks had brushed against his right calf. Though Webster had taken damage as well. Its appearance was generally the same, but Webster was a half a foot shorter than when it and Balto-Boy had started their fight.
Webster stood in place and absorbed the aura shots into its chest. It jerkily stomped forward to attack, stubborn Balto-Boy still shooting his shots. Balto-Boy’s legs sprung and his demonic wings flapped to launch at Webster. His fist hit Webster’s throat and the impact stretched it like a string of taffy. But the Blob recovered, smashing a set of claws to knock down Balto-Boy with enough force to change him back to his original form.
Balto-Boy glanced up in time to see Webster begin to stab at him. He rolled to the side in time and let Webster’s blade delve into the marble; already littered with holes, chips, and scratches. As Webster struggled to free its arm, Balto-Boy’s glove morphed him into Shade Balto, and slender spears of gooey blackness dug into Webster’s torso and split it wide open like a log. But Webster quickly pulled itself together and slammed Shade Balto away with a swing of a fist. At that particular moment, it finally managed to pull the arm free and stomped towards Balto-Boy yet again.
Balto-Boy’s body was a black puddle of mesh, a column poking through slightly to form a torso and head. He tried to spear a piece of his body to strike Webster, but its jerky movements let it dodge the hit and wail another blow into Balto-Boy’s side. Balto-Boy shifted back to his original form and slammed a golden fist into Webster.
But to no effect. Webster was quick enough to grab that glove by its waist and hold Balto-Boy. In desperation, Balto-Boy swung his other hand. That was caught, too. In its grasp, Balto-Boy was swung over Webster’s head in a quick and shaky movement and, painfully and noisily, made a crease in the marble flooring.
Balto-Boy sat as he started to stand. A fist brought him to the ground. He tried again. Another fist brought him back. One more time. He was back down. After that, the fists of fury no longer waited for Balto-Boy to even try. Blow after blow after vengeful blow, Webster’s tightened fingers bruised and battered Balto-Boy as he laid injured on the ground. Blood was splattering out of the marble crater, which these fists of fury mercilessly pile-drived Balto-Boy into further and further with each squishy impact.
Enough was enough. Webster reached in and pulled out Balto-Boy by the excess skin on the back of his neck. If Balto-Boy looked bad before, he was near death now. Where blood only polka-dotted his fur earlier, it now drenched it, namely around his face. His eyes squinted so they were hardly open, but it was obvious that Balto-Boy was trying his hardest to keep them open this far. His limbs were dangling and lifeless, his breathing was painful and pitiful, and sections of his body (like his ribs and jaw) seemed to be jutting and misplaced. Webster chucked Balto-Boy across the floor, following him with a gaze as Balto-Boy’s body skidded to a stop.
“Your time is indeed now, mutt,” Webster ranted as it stepped closer. Balto-Boy seemed to have enough strength left to lay on his elbows and eye down Webster, but not much more than that.
“It is impossible for you to win,” Webster continued. “There are too many. Against these numbers, your pathetic attempt at a league of warriors will never reach Illidon the Great. As long as he lives, your kind will forever stay squandered as his footstool. And to think you had an opportunity to avoid their fate.”
Webster reached down and scooped up Balto-Boy again by the back of his neck. The two locked visions.
“...I do not think that I will kill you,” Webster determined. “I think you shall make a good pet. Do my work, do my chores, do my every whim. Of course that is after we strap you down. And force open your eyes. And let you watch as every single one of your subjects, acquaintances, allies, and closest friends die miserably and in the most heart-wrenching ways we can imagine. And we will make sure you remember their faces.”
“...I...I am... willing...” Balto-Boy breathed. “To... take everything... as lo... long as I see... the... day... Illidon... dies like... a dried up worm...”
“Cocky to the end, are we?” Webster asked smugly, still holding up Balto-Boy. But something distracted and maybe even scared it. It turned quickly to face and find Illidon.
*****
The Blobs were still engulfing Rageblood and Amira. The two beat and battered them away, but that seemed to only slightly slow the entire process. But as the two fought, they felt something push them up from under their feet slightly. The Blobs noticed too. And it happened again. And again. And finally, the ground exploded. Rageblood and Amira were tossed straight into the air and Blobs over a very far radius shot everywhere like rogue buckshot.
The two felt no ground under them. They simply flew in the air for a period of time. Rageblood tumbled in the air far enough so his gaze looked back to the ground. Though not too surprised, he was amazed at the giant purple G.U.R.F. that was jumping under him. As soon as he saw it, it dived out of sight. But both Rageblood and Amria fell once there was only air under them, falling a good twenty stories without any support. Amira felt it was appropriate to yell a certain profanity as they headed to the ground... and the giant hole that was in it.
But another mass just as big followed. Blobs were beginning to creep back around the hole, but this giant thing knocked them back. The real G.U.R.F. jumped out of the ground and followed its imposter. Rageblood and Amira were falling just at the right pace so that they bounced off of the latter half of G.U.R.F.’s body. A helpful, though painful, assist to hit the far-off ground without dying.
Rageblood’s arms shook as he lifted up to a stand, right next to the giant hole the two G.U.R.F.s had made. A quick rub and shake of his groggy head, and he glanced around for any of his allies. Farther down the edge of the round hole, Amira was wobbling in an attempt to stand up straight. But she gave off a wave once she saw that Rageblood was still alive. Rageblood gave a nod. And quickly reminded himself of the fight by lifting his M16 back into fighting position. He was quite surprised to see that the G.U.R.Fs seemed to have scared the Blobs off... or something to that extent.
And it's now
that we get that fucking break... Rageblood thought to himself.
A loud coughing from behind him broke Rageblood out of his thinking. He looked behind him to see something coming out of the hole. Something relatively small (at least compared to G.U.R.F. anyways) climbed up to the edge. Apparently Amira saw this thing too and figured out what it was, because she had darted to help the person out.
“Hehe... well if it ain’t Spawner’s girlfriend...” Rageblood smirked. “Of all the Civilians to run into.”
“Not exactly in the mood, Rageblood,” The dirtied Cindy spat as she leaned against Amira’s shoulder. Rageblood only chuckled with a bit of delight.
Rageblood, however, quickly became curious about something. He looked off into the distance and at Illidon (who, really, was big enough so that everyone could see him). Rageblood had an expression of curiosity about him, wondering at the giant creature.
“Amira...” he started. “What exactly is Illidon doing?”
Amira and Cindy looked back too. Illidon was doing something odd. A sort of dance, if you will. His arms and head darted at a certain target that was too small for them to see. It looked, actually, as if Illidon were hunting down a mosquito but constantly missed the little bugger as it bit him.
“You got me...” Amira said. She turned to Cindy and asked if she could stand on her own, which she could. After releasing the Civilian, Amira unstrapped her sniper rifle and looked down the scope, gaining a magnified look at the giant beast’s skin. The gun’s barrel wiggled and wavered for a bit as Amira examined the surface. And she finally found something.
“I think there’s a Brawler up there...” Amira said with her eye down the scope.
“What?!”
“No way!”
“Yeah, I think so anyways,” Amira continued. “I don’t know who, though. Don’t think I’ve seen him before.”
“Here, let me see,” Rageblood suggested with an outstretched hand. Amira decided to hand the weapon over. Rageblood placed his own gun back on his back and was soon looking down the scope of this new rifle. He looked across the buff skin of Illidon, every crease and every bulge. This sniper’s scope was no joke. Frankly, Rageblood was impressed. As he looked across Illidon’s frame, he spotted some creature hopping across Illidon like a little flea. The creature gripped to Illidon’s skin and nibbled. Then it jumped elsewhere and bit again. And again. And again. Eventually, Illidon’s hand would take up the scope’s entire view as he smacked at and missed the creature. Rageblood laughed loudly.
“Oh, I don’t fucking believe this...” Rageblood said as he lowered the gun.
“Why?” Cindy asked.
“Yeah, who’s up there?” Amira added.
“Hehehe...” Rageblood chuckled. “It’s Cuteseh. It’s mother-fucking Cuteseh.”