| The sound was a single clank.
It was soon joined by many others.
A man stared fiercely ahead at his prospective foe. It was a shiny man clad in steel-like armor. He did not grin, nor did he grimace; he smelled the leaves and the fleshy smell of his foe, additionally the smell of the dampness that generally surrounds a bridge. His somewhat large knuckles contracted, clacking like ball bearings knocking together.
The sun reflected on his blue visor as he emerged from the reddish foliage, standing approximately 6'4" and somewhat wide, though mostly tall. He raised one of his hands into the air and pointed at the snakelike being, his blue eyes and wrinkled brows staring deeply into the other being's eyes.
His mouth spoke quickly, a metallic grinding noise of sorts issuing. It was actually a voice, if one heard close enough; and what it said was dire.
"The end of your days has come, abomination. Prepare thyself."
The man then leaned forward a bit and began walking steadily and quickly at his prospective foe, murder in his eyes as he raised his fists. He was already going to attack, but he had to close the gap first, clanking step by clanking step. His soles tore boot-shaped imprints into the otherwise clean soil, scattering leaves everywhere in his wake...
The destroyer had arrived. |