Chapter 76: Idiot A La Mode
Tinsir strapped herself in the pilot's seat, everyone else in the back. She flipped a few switches, and the vessel rose off of the ground.
Tinsir: Hold the f--- on. This is going to be one hell of a ride.
Squall (tightening a tight buckle): ...*Oh, f---...*
Others (likewise): O_O
The Venus darted off into the distance, and started to head toward Centra. But before theycould reach thier destination, a large dark Guardian stood in the water, the ocean up to his waist. He looked like Ifrit, mixed with the lineage of a ugly demon. Shiva, and Siren held each other in the back.
Evasive manuevers were used, the small red ship looking like a flea compared to the monster. After s few near misses, Tinsir got sick of this. She unbuckled the cross-chested restraint device, and her body flowed back through the vessel like a hologram. Out of the back she emerged, and slightly tumbled downwards, but her wings reemerged. She ascended, and the ugly beast swatted at her a few times in vain.
Tinsir's arms crossed, she sighed, and shook her head. She rose her hand about eye level to herself, and the ocean water rose to engulf the monster. He struggled, his element being used against him. She snapped her fingers, and the water turned to ice. Chains surrounded the ice cube, and lock.
Tinsir teleports her self back to the pilots seat, to find herself sitting in the oh-so-warm-and-nice lap of Squall. He almost crashes them in shock, but pulls up in time.
Monsters crawled, and swam to Centra, all for one purpose: to prevent the uniting of the forces of the Guardians. Hades was not to be underestimated, and niether was a pissed off daughter of Hyne.
Tinsir strapped herself in the pilot's seat, everyone else in the back. She flipped a few switches, and the vessel rose off of the ground.
Tinsir: Hold the f--- on. This is going to be one hell of a ride.
Squall (tightening a tight buckle): ...*Oh, f---...*
Others (likewise): O_O
The Venus darted off into the distance, and started to head toward Centra. But before theycould reach thier destination, a large dark Guardian stood in the water, the ocean up to his waist. He looked like Ifrit, mixed with the lineage of a ugly demon. Shiva, and Siren held each other in the back.
Evasive manuevers were used, the small red ship looking like a flea compared to the monster. After s few near misses, Tinsir got sick of this. She unbuckled the cross-chested restraint device, and her body flowed back through the vessel like a hologram. Out of the back she emerged, and slightly tumbled downwards, but her wings reemerged. She ascended, and the ugly beast swatted at her a few times in vain.
Tinsir's arms crossed, she sighed, and shook her head. She rose her hand about eye level to herself, and the ocean water rose to engulf the monster. He struggled, his element being used against him. She snapped her fingers, and the water turned to ice. Chains surrounded the ice cube, and lock.
Tinsir teleports her self back to the pilots seat, to find herself sitting in the oh-so-warm-and-nice lap of Squall. He almost crashes them in shock, but pulls up in time.
Monsters crawled, and swam to Centra, all for one purpose: to prevent the uniting of the forces of the Guardians. Hades was not to be underestimated, and niether was a pissed off daughter of Hyne.
