"Did you, perhaps," snarls Rush, his gaze withering and his diction merciless, "actually have a Plan B in mind, or did you simply not think to enumerate it as such?"
He has a policy.
A policy in which he does not get drilled through the chest cavity by something that is most assuredly far less intelligent than himself.
"Fucking excellent," he says, watching the armored hulk's manifold eyes hum vibrant red. Rush sighs and opens a hand with a shrill, electrical snap redolent of engaging circuits. The bright blue bolt of a high-energy, high-velocity, high-voltage electromagnetic current nearly burns his retinas as he sends it arcing for the target in question, which immediately howls its displeasure as it finds itself victim to the disagreeable sensation of being subjected to a continuous electric shock.
"If we die from this little maneuver," says Rush, the picture of indolence, "I will be very displeased."
no subject
He has a policy.
A policy in which he does not get drilled through the chest cavity by something that is most assuredly far less intelligent than himself.
"Fucking excellent," he says, watching the armored hulk's manifold eyes hum vibrant red. Rush sighs and opens a hand with a shrill, electrical snap redolent of engaging circuits. The bright blue bolt of a high-energy, high-velocity, high-voltage electromagnetic current nearly burns his retinas as he sends it arcing for the target in question, which immediately howls its displeasure as it finds itself victim to the disagreeable sensation of being subjected to a continuous electric shock.
"If we die from this little maneuver," says Rush, the picture of indolence, "I will be very displeased."