by Doc 42 » Sun Aug 03, 2008 5:00 pm
The guardian merely shifted its aim, its palms glowing orange once more. With a sudden pulse from the circle on their center, the orange ray blasted out, strikeing the xoridian in the chest and blowing him across the room, hammering into the rocky wall on the other side, cracks spreading out through it. Apparently the structure was unfinished down here. The machine seperated its palms, its fingers moving around expairmentally. It grabed hold of the spear and pulled it out, flinging it away. The machine droped down, landing on its front 4 tenticle like legs, spiked ends bringing up sparks from the floor. it settled down onto all 8, a thin laser ray coming from the dot above its left eye....
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Doc 42 on Sun Aug 03, 2008 5:11 pm, edited 1 time in total.

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