He is indeed. The beasts that've already been injured, whether by gunfire or by crashing into one another, don't take much slashing. A man of Tavi's experience and Tavi's world knows where the great vessels run, and where the tendons are. Terry falls to the ground and dissolves into dust and bone. Other creatures don't die so swiftly, but it takes little more than a glancing gunshot wound or a scorch of atomic fire to push them over the edge.
It's not going well. Dr. Mezga's lips thin out; she looks out to the harbour, and spots a sizable boat bobbing uncertainly up and down. It's running out of fuel, but to dock here, now, would be suicide. It's just going to hover a little ways off from the dock in the hopes that the chaos will clear soon.
Mezga reaches into her pocket, pulls out a pair of binoculars, squints at the ship- and crows aloud. "Bastards!" she shouts. "I have you now- move it, Belle! Move move move MOVE!"
The Indricotherium turns with surprising grace and lumbers to the water's edge.
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Date: 2007-09-28 04:29 am (UTC)It's not going well. Dr. Mezga's lips thin out; she looks out to the harbour, and spots a sizable boat bobbing uncertainly up and down. It's running out of fuel, but to dock here, now, would be suicide. It's just going to hover a little ways off from the dock in the hopes that the chaos will clear soon.
Mezga reaches into her pocket, pulls out a pair of binoculars, squints at the ship- and crows aloud. "Bastards!" she shouts. "I have you now- move it, Belle! Move move move MOVE!"
The Indricotherium turns with surprising grace and lumbers to the water's edge.