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"we're in for the long haul, boys. strike,".
they took their stances, arched back and plummeted the balls of energy toward the target.
the ammunition struck the surface with shattering force, breaking through the ectoplasmic layer and taking its place as the first strike of the day.
"send another wave boys, send another wave."
arms pulled back and flung the second wave into the target.
a low rumble pulsed out from the bottom of the white basket.
the dwellers had started to take notice of the action above. Some raised their limbs as if to feel something fall, some headed for shelter, some covered their heads.
With an increasing madness, he chanted them on. More waves, more hits, harder and quicker. "Make them SCATTER!" he finally cried and with that final toss, the world began to shake. They knew the arrow was coming. He couldn't wait, it was hot and white and the smell was intoxicating.
Then BA-BAM!
The arrow struck at the openings between the dwellers, like a giant dozen-pronged half-melted fork, desperate to seek the core of the land.
He envisioned the ivory tongues slamming into layers upon layers of dirt, slithering its way to the bubbling red core. His minds' eye saw it pry its way into the center and beckon the blood out of the soil.
A dweller below interrupted his fantasy with a call to arms for all the gods to bring forth their greatest.
"THIS IS IT, MEN!" he shouted. "GIVE IT EVERYTHING YOU'VE GOT!"
and a barrage of energy was immediately lodged in the basket to shake the world.
they took their stances, arched back and plummeted the balls of energy toward the target.
the ammunition struck the surface with shattering force, breaking through the ectoplasmic layer and taking its place as the first strike of the day.
"send another wave boys, send another wave."
arms pulled back and flung the second wave into the target.
a low rumble pulsed out from the bottom of the white basket.
the dwellers had started to take notice of the action above. Some raised their limbs as if to feel something fall, some headed for shelter, some covered their heads.
With an increasing madness, he chanted them on. More waves, more hits, harder and quicker. "Make them SCATTER!" he finally cried and with that final toss, the world began to shake. They knew the arrow was coming. He couldn't wait, it was hot and white and the smell was intoxicating.
Then BA-BAM!
The arrow struck at the openings between the dwellers, like a giant dozen-pronged half-melted fork, desperate to seek the core of the land.
He envisioned the ivory tongues slamming into layers upon layers of dirt, slithering its way to the bubbling red core. His minds' eye saw it pry its way into the center and beckon the blood out of the soil.
A dweller below interrupted his fantasy with a call to arms for all the gods to bring forth their greatest.
"THIS IS IT, MEN!" he shouted. "GIVE IT EVERYTHING YOU'VE GOT!"
and a barrage of energy was immediately lodged in the basket to shake the world.