"Aaannnddd... we're back to square one." I huff at the increasingly dire predicament we bundles of joy face. By that, being utterly surrounded by varying degrees of savage animals- wolves, tigers, a hippo, and a few giant rats. Not to mention we found out that they have been experimented on- and mindcontrolled- by the evil brain. A literal brain.
"Well, technically this is your fault, because you were the one that suggested we confront slimey over there." Artemis speaks out, her back and Kaldur's pressed up against each others and mine, forming a triangle of vision. "So, you have to find a way to get us out."
"Unless calling Dr Phil or Oprah is a viable option, I'm fresh out of miracles. What about you guys? Any biblical acts of legend up …show more content…
That blow would have certainly caused me misery when I wake up in the morning after this, so thankfully the bite didn't connect as intended. Instead, the teeth contact with the solid ground with a cringing scrape and screech.
Hopefully finishing this battle with a rage-constructed baseball bat, I slam it into the temple of the massive, oversized rat.
Even with the odd enhancements made to these creatures, the rat falls to the ground with it's chest still heaving; knocking unconscious, and out of the fight for the time being. Now, I can direct my valuable attention on the hippo, which is still staring at me.
What are you waiting for, big guy? I muse at the awkward sight. Come to your local vet, Kyle Rayner.
Seems to me that the fella's waiting for me to make the first move. Not the greatest strategy as it gifts me plenty of time to think, which in turn equals me coming up with a creative way of taking him out. The power rings versatility is my best asset, but my colourful brain comes at a close second, in my opinion. I could chain him down and buy time for the others, but they appear to be fairly strong without any modifications. Let's go with that for the moment,
"Well, technically this is your fault, because you were the one that suggested we confront slimey over there." Artemis speaks out, her back and Kaldur's pressed up against each others and mine, forming a triangle of vision. "So, you have to find a way to get us out."
"Unless calling Dr Phil or Oprah is a viable option, I'm fresh out of miracles. What about you guys? Any biblical acts of legend up …show more content…
That blow would have certainly caused me misery when I wake up in the morning after this, so thankfully the bite didn't connect as intended. Instead, the teeth contact with the solid ground with a cringing scrape and screech.
Hopefully finishing this battle with a rage-constructed baseball bat, I slam it into the temple of the massive, oversized rat.
Even with the odd enhancements made to these creatures, the rat falls to the ground with it's chest still heaving; knocking unconscious, and out of the fight for the time being. Now, I can direct my valuable attention on the hippo, which is still staring at me.
What are you waiting for, big guy? I muse at the awkward sight. Come to your local vet, Kyle Rayner.
Seems to me that the fella's waiting for me to make the first move. Not the greatest strategy as it gifts me plenty of time to think, which in turn equals me coming up with a creative way of taking him out. The power rings versatility is my best asset, but my colourful brain comes at a close second, in my opinion. I could chain him down and buy time for the others, but they appear to be fairly strong without any modifications. Let's go with that for the moment,