http://turks-reno.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] turks-reno.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] timeandtides_backup 2010-10-22 02:40 am (UTC)

Mus. Sahagins. Bombs. They all fell under the trio's force as they hacked their way through to reach that oddly pretty tree. Hack, slash and thwack!

Until they actually reached the tree. Just thirty feet to go - it was close enough that Reno could taste it. And the smores that he'd be making that night in celebration!

And oh so quickly, all that relief and jubilant emotion drained from him. A dragon. A freaking dragon. Whiskey. Tango. Foxtrot.

Of course, the stunned expression lasted just a moment before he darted back and away from the sharp teeth trying to crunch and munch his bones. "Shit, man! Why the hell is it always -something-? Nothing's easy, nothing's quick. Damnit!" He cussed, then got himself ready to attack something much, much worse than a behemoth. "Hope we're all ready for this."

And with that? He launched himself toward the creature, cracking his EMR against its sickening, rotting flesh before darting away. Delicious.

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