Aliens have landed! What do they want? Are the good or bad? Is your character scared of them, excited to meet them, or angry that they've ruined their day by crashing into their front lawn?
He was frustrated he couldn't make the shot with this flip. It fell too short and as hard as he could, it just couldn't get closer to where he needed it to make that sort of landing. But he knew he could so the inaccuracy was a bit annoying. Could be more…
"Watch it to your left!" Dick Grayson, his in a way brother, was shouting out loudly. He jerked his hands to the left and dodged the incoming plasma destination grenade with a flip up towards a lamp post and a jump onto a roof top. He'd slipped twice on the way up, again a bit frustrating. Especially since Dick managed to get up there quicker than he could.
But going around on the ground wouldn't do them any good. It was complete chaos. The sky was a dark grey, pierced only by search lights from above choppers for survivors and the eerie green glow letting any looking to the skies that the ships the invaders of their home were hovering just above the clouds, nightly cover.
If they made it to daylight it'd be a miracle, but they just had to reach the end of the city and they'd be safe. Looking at the sky was probably the least likely way to realize something was going on, it was clear in every single way from the street flooded with aliens of some evil intent, and the fires that were burning the buildings as far as the eye could reach, turning the nightly sky an angry red color, the grey, clouds standing out against it.
Tim ran along with Dick over the rooftops, the safest way, blasting aliens that were attempting to climb up the sides of the buildings to get to them, and jumping around and had to melee the ones that dropped from their sky born space shuttles.
"Ahhh! No, no, no! Shit! I'm hit!"
Tim's head jerked to the side to stare at dick, hands jerking backwards before looking around to see what he was talking about. But he was hit, nearly critically and he took out the remaining too targets with a combo jump and taking them out with his weapons.
He turned back around, trying to see if he could find some way to fix it… but another enemy showed up and he turned around quickly, pushing out but… but… it was too late, somebody else had snuck up on Dick and… a wordless shout left his brother and he ran over to take out the target Dick couldn't handle with his weakened life and looked on as he saw him fading out… and… no!
Dammit! This couldn't be happening! Not now… not now when they were so close… he couldn't die! He couldn't!
"Damn you Dick!" He shouted a bit crossly, letting out a defeated sigh as he leaned back in the seat he'd been in this entire time, looking as Dick threw his to bounce off of the entertainment system.
"This is not my fault!"
"It is your fault! We were nearly there! Three more rooftops and we would have beaten the level!" Tim exclaimed looking over at him hopelessly, how could he not see that! Now they'd have to go back through the entire street fight with mobs of aliens on a timer again! Tim set down his controller… telling himself it was just a game but… oh, he did this every time! Convinced Tim to let him play and talk about how great he was and then ruined his score!
"Well it's a lot easier in real life than in a video game!" Dick declared, muttering about a unevenly stacked game and getting up to depart from the room. Tim let out a sigh again, waiting a good amount of time for Dick to have waked far enough away from his room before he clicked retry and leaned in determined over his remote as the first wave of aliens came at him again.
