That was Wesker's intention. The only result he'd accept. ...But even so, as eager as he was to be done with it, when the voices finally came, he was wise enough, controlled enough, to drift back into the filtered shade of the trees. To watch them approach, to give himself time to determine their level of threat and the best, quickest, way to dispose of them.
Behind the cracked, flaking trunk of an apple tree, he waited, listening to their inner workings as they drew closer. To the hearts beating steady, to the strange mechanical hum, purring from inside the closest.
His head tipped, momentarily intrigued,... but then they were there, the curiosity was pushed aside, forgotten, as he burst from behind the tree. His fingers wrapped in the shirt of the man of metal and bone and swung him aside with impossible strength, smashing him into the unforgiving trunk.
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That was Wesker's intention. The only result he'd accept. ...But even so, as eager as he was to be done with it, when the voices finally came, he was wise enough, controlled enough, to drift back into the filtered shade of the trees. To watch them approach, to give himself time to determine their level of threat and the best, quickest, way to dispose of them.
Behind the cracked, flaking trunk of an apple tree, he waited, listening to their inner workings as they drew closer. To the hearts beating steady, to the strange mechanical hum, purring from inside the closest.
His head tipped, momentarily intrigued,... but then they were there, the curiosity was pushed aside, forgotten, as he burst from behind the tree. His fingers wrapped in the shirt of the man of metal and bone and swung him aside with impossible strength, smashing him into the unforgiving trunk.