team zelos | part 3 | hawk attack
[Goose was wondering where in hell they'd end up next from this crazy time compression issue. He couldn't fathom that it'd get much worse than a sewer, let alone much better than a carnival.
What was unfortunate was that it would get much worse.
He didn't remember when and how, but he soon found himself falling face-first into Grand Canyon dirt and sand. Disgusting. He shivered for a moment, his face and neck paining him as he rose.
He was in Little States. Normally, he would call that a blessing if it weren't for the time he got thrown into. He didn't ever want to see it happen again, but the course of life was a cruel mistress. He recognized quickly enough the gyrocopters that graced the air, the missiles that spiraled for a target, and... well, the target.
He never wanted to see it again, let alone on the ground. Meca Hawk easily towered over Chicago itself, so the destruction and death it caused was massive. He remembered so many casualties, so much screaming, so much crying... and it was all in front of him again.
He snarled, fell to his knees, and pounded the granules of sand with a tight fist.
Fuck time compression.]
What was unfortunate was that it would get much worse.
He didn't remember when and how, but he soon found himself falling face-first into Grand Canyon dirt and sand. Disgusting. He shivered for a moment, his face and neck paining him as he rose.
He was in Little States. Normally, he would call that a blessing if it weren't for the time he got thrown into. He didn't ever want to see it happen again, but the course of life was a cruel mistress. He recognized quickly enough the gyrocopters that graced the air, the missiles that spiraled for a target, and... well, the target.
He never wanted to see it again, let alone on the ground. Meca Hawk easily towered over Chicago itself, so the destruction and death it caused was massive. He remembered so many casualties, so much screaming, so much crying... and it was all in front of him again.
He snarled, fell to his knees, and pounded the granules of sand with a tight fist.
Fuck time compression.]