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The Shadows That Keep (Open and Accepting)
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4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
-Extract from Invictus, William Ernest Henley
Somewhere in the forest
He raised his head and sniffed the air. He smelled prey. Cold blue eyes gazed back at him. He howled. His packmates howled with him. It was time to hunt.
Galadriel actually decided to wake Skye when she heard the howl.
Artanis jerked back, startled at the sudden howling. "What was that?" She asked.
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Quills helmet beeped alarmingly. It closed and began to run analysis. "Lycans. Highly intelligent and very maneuverable. Extremely powerful and hunts in packs. Use silver bullets or fire mode bullets. If wolfs, just shoot at it with all hell." Quill shrugged. Seemed fair enough. "Rocket, get your gun ready. We're going to fight some big puppies!" Quill shouted at Rocket. Rocket nodded and pulled out his signature gun. "Didact, Lycans. Silver much?" Quill told/asked Didact as he pulled out a clip of silver bullets. He handed Jorge a clip too.
Taker nudged Hoodie awake, telling him to ready for battle. He fingered the edge of his blade lovingly. "Good thing I gave this thing a silver edge." He turned to face towards the forest, tapping his foot impatiently. "Think it's to much to hope that Springtrap will just kill them all?
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Quill nodded at what Altariel said. "Well... We've been screwed once, we can surely survive this one. Man... Blade would have been so useful right now..." With that, Quill pulled out a grenade and readied it. This would be a hell of a fight. Lockehorn got ready by grabbing 2 huge tree trunks and began to swing them. They would be his current weapon set.
Springtrap bolted through the forest, his phantoms silently following. He knew they were disappointed, but he also knew that they couldn't stand fire. They would get them next time though... next time. The sound of howling spurred him onward. The closer he got to the sound, the more excited he grew. He wasn't sure what he planned to do, but he knew he wanted to do it. He felt something prod his mind, as if searching for something. He glanced at the ruined bear phantom, which gave him a short nods before vanishing. Whoever was searching was about to have the scare of a lifetime!
The bear found itself near two woman, one sleeping on the ground. A deep, distorted laughed echoed from within its burnt she'll of a body. The sound was haunting, and seemed incredibly sad for some reason. It was like someone laughing from the sheer misery of it all, their body feeling the need to break the oppressive atmosphere. The phantom limped slowly towards them, it's blank eyes locked on the taller woman. It wasn't a threatening moron though. More an instinct search for the help it so desperately wanted. "Save Them." It creaked mournfully.
(Ok, so just in case you were wondering, the phantom animatronics cannot cause physical harm. They can manipulate certain gasses, and also make a huge racket, but they are purely mental creatures. They can appear as hallucinations to other people, existing solely in that persons mind.)
"I agree with Hoodie on this one. We have a guy who was trained by Starlord, a Forerunner who can blow up continents, a mutant dragon, Pokemon..." She shook her head. "Unless these Lyncans can kill the Hero of Time, we won't be having much trouble with them."
Galadriel instinctively placed herself between Skye and the phantom bear. It looked too much like Springtrap for her to trust it, she decided. What looked alike probably acted alike, she thought. Skye might have other opinions, but the girl was currently hysterically sobbing, curled in a ball.
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Quill shook his head. "Not really. I'm actually never been trained. He only taught me how to shoot and make this type of bullets. The rest, pure instinct and training. And is it me or are they pretty close now?" Quill explained as he suddenly turned and saw the pack closer. And of course, they were out numbered. "What now Rocket?" Quill murmured under his breath.
Rocket laughed. "Oh I don't know. When you asked that I should probably say 'Hmm I don't know Quill, maybe I should use my big ass guns and shoot the hell out of 'em' well? That's my plan. Boom." Rocket finished off by shooting with his huge gun. It blew up half of the pack of Lycans.
Artanis grinned and readied herself, shifting into a stance which made it easy for her to both attack and defend. The battle would not be hard... yet why did she had this unsteady feeling in her body and mind, telling her something was not as it should be? She mentally tried to access the dreamworld again, but to no avail. She was still being blocked.
Entei growled as he readied an attack. He did not want to be caught unaware and not ready.
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Quill readied both of his guns. They clicked and were ready to bring real pain. He shot and kept shooting. He didn't stop. Rocket was having the time of his life shooting at something bigger than him. "Man, this is soooo much better than killing Badoons or Bandits! Just look at 'em fall! Ahahaha!!!" Rocket laughed hysterically.
(So this aren't like from the movie Underworld:Rise of the Lycans? Good movie, a wee bit, well you know, bloody.)
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
-Extract from Invictus, William Ernest Henley
The Lycans had closed in on the group quickly. Didact switched to his Scattershot and Jorge had replaced his minigun with his Assault Rifle. A quick burst from it brought three Lycan down.
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
-Extract from Invictus, William Ernest Henley