The men in the convoy screamed in agony as the vines slowly wrapped around them, piercing their flesh and drawing the life from them. They choked, watching the color drain from the world around them. One's eyes were drawn to the Arab that led them, Wilbur, as the vines slowly moved towards him. The came within centimeters of him...
WOOSH
For a brief moment, all motion in front of the hall was halted, everyone present feeling a burst of air like they'd been struck by a sonic boom. Dust, concrete, and smoke trailed up into the air all around them in a mad flurry of motion. Nobody could see what it was, only a red and gold blur in the center of the square, spinning like a cyclone of rage. Pebbles. Mere pebbles were flung through the air by the hundred, slamming the militia like they were armor-piercing rounds, dropping them by the dozen. Two dozen. Five seconds passed, and over two thirds of these defenders of Palm Bay were slumped, dead, a thousand pinprick wounds their cause of death.
Just as quickly, and with just as much force, the blur was gone. And Jonesy with him. All that was left in place was a small briefcase on the hood of a truck, with a hastily-made timer on the front. It read 3:59, and was counting down by the second.
Jonesy struggled to his feet, some distance away, shaking his body as the pain of electricity coursed through his veins. He'd seen the blur, and knew what it meant. Hold the line. But he couldn't; not when he was this weak. But that...
That was an easy fix. A mental block in his mind, released with a moment's concentration, and a howl of pain as the effects took hold.
It was hard to tell with the behemoth slumped over in agony, but he grew no less than two feet taller, and three feet wider as the muscle built upon his body. His snarling grimace grew larger, teeth gnashing in unstoppable anger.
And beneath it all, a sound that could almost have been mistaken for a whimper. When all was said and done, Jonesy straightened back up, cracking his knuckles and his bones in anticipation. In a voice lower and more powerful than before, he groaned the word "Five."
He reached down, slamming a fist into the concrete and ripped up a chunk of rock almost ten feet in diameter. Flexing his arms to test his strength for a moment he nodded, satisfied, and threw it like a frisbee, aimed at Ottis and Gav.
WOOSH
For a brief moment, all motion in front of the hall was halted, everyone present feeling a burst of air like they'd been struck by a sonic boom. Dust, concrete, and smoke trailed up into the air all around them in a mad flurry of motion. Nobody could see what it was, only a red and gold blur in the center of the square, spinning like a cyclone of rage. Pebbles. Mere pebbles were flung through the air by the hundred, slamming the militia like they were armor-piercing rounds, dropping them by the dozen. Two dozen. Five seconds passed, and over two thirds of these defenders of Palm Bay were slumped, dead, a thousand pinprick wounds their cause of death.
Just as quickly, and with just as much force, the blur was gone. And Jonesy with him. All that was left in place was a small briefcase on the hood of a truck, with a hastily-made timer on the front. It read 3:59, and was counting down by the second.
Jonesy struggled to his feet, some distance away, shaking his body as the pain of electricity coursed through his veins. He'd seen the blur, and knew what it meant. Hold the line. But he couldn't; not when he was this weak. But that...
That was an easy fix. A mental block in his mind, released with a moment's concentration, and a howl of pain as the effects took hold.
It was hard to tell with the behemoth slumped over in agony, but he grew no less than two feet taller, and three feet wider as the muscle built upon his body. His snarling grimace grew larger, teeth gnashing in unstoppable anger.
And beneath it all, a sound that could almost have been mistaken for a whimper. When all was said and done, Jonesy straightened back up, cracking his knuckles and his bones in anticipation. In a voice lower and more powerful than before, he groaned the word "Five."
He reached down, slamming a fist into the concrete and ripped up a chunk of rock almost ten feet in diameter. Flexing his arms to test his strength for a moment he nodded, satisfied, and threw it like a frisbee, aimed at Ottis and Gav.