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thearena2015-10-31 06:24 pm
justoutrunyou) wrote in thearena2015-10-31 06:24 pm
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It doesn't matter who was wrong and who was right.
Who: Sandy and Ermac
What: Ermac pays the price for heroism
When: Week 5
Where: By the lake of communication around the same time as this
warning: Death, violence and the usual
Sandy was...for the first time in a couple weeks, actually enjoying herself.
She should have realized that was a sure sign that doom was around the corner.
Chatting up Phil and Jeremy and anyone else who felt the urge to speak with her through the lake that was connected to the network, she was so invested in the moment and trying to ignore her burns and grumbling stomach that she didn't notice the meadow was no longer empty.
Shuffling out of the trees, surprisingly quite for his size was a dragon, roughly ten feet tall and eighteen feet long. His thick muscles rippled with each step as his claws tore at the grass and he sniffed the air. He smelled a meal.
She was a scrawny meal to be sure, but a meal was better then no meal.
Wiggling his haunches in excitment and irritation the beast lunged forward crashing out of the trees and knocking some down in the process. That was enough to get Sandy's attention and she spun around with a yelp grabbing for her bundle of supplies and scrambling away from the water.
Thankfully, there was someone closer to her then the dragon was. Someone who had arrived in the nick of time.
What: Ermac pays the price for heroism
When: Week 5
Where: By the lake of communication around the same time as this
warning: Death, violence and the usual
Sandy was...for the first time in a couple weeks, actually enjoying herself.
She should have realized that was a sure sign that doom was around the corner.
Chatting up Phil and Jeremy and anyone else who felt the urge to speak with her through the lake that was connected to the network, she was so invested in the moment and trying to ignore her burns and grumbling stomach that she didn't notice the meadow was no longer empty.
Shuffling out of the trees, surprisingly quite for his size was a dragon, roughly ten feet tall and eighteen feet long. His thick muscles rippled with each step as his claws tore at the grass and he sniffed the air. He smelled a meal.
She was a scrawny meal to be sure, but a meal was better then no meal.
Wiggling his haunches in excitment and irritation the beast lunged forward crashing out of the trees and knocking some down in the process. That was enough to get Sandy's attention and she spun around with a yelp grabbing for her bundle of supplies and scrambling away from the water.
Thankfully, there was someone closer to her then the dragon was. Someone who had arrived in the nick of time.