Post by mike on Aug 19, 2010 15:12:02 GMT -5
Mike Scanned the fog through the sights of his rifle.
Ok, so there was another werewolf in the area, good, under normal circumstances Mike would be worried about hearing that, but with angels present, he was the lesser of two evils.
“shit son, those some bad odds,” he said, puffing the smoke steadily from the coroner of his mouth. “But We aint screwed till those bastards got us cuffed or killed....there’s a loaded 12 gauge pump in the back of the truck if you want it, but I think you werewolves fight better with knives or clubs, right? There is large spanner in to tool kit in the back to.”
he then heard a voice from nearby say something about being screwed. Mike scanned the fog behind him, then, there he was was, Mike was surprised about this, and almost shot the poor kid.
He focused in on him to see what he was dealing with. He had no wings, but mike had a feeling that they would be able to fold them and hide them to at least appear human.
But the he noticed the lack of armor and most importantly, the weapon. A freaking golf club. Mike knew that no angle would be caught dead using that as a primary weapon. From his short experience with angels he found that they were proud beasts, and they would never use something like that.
He waved the man over and then turned back around, still scanning the fog.
He started to back up slowly, keeping his eyes ahead of himself. It wasn’t long till he felt the large reenforced bumper of his tow truck against his thighs. He stopped, he wasn’t far from the wolf.
He kept on scanning the fog, up, down, left, right, all around. He thought he saw a glimmer on the roof, but it disappeared in a flash. He continued searching the fog until he heard a voice emanate from it.
From the fog stepped a angel, his gleaming armor proudly displaying some kind of symbol, unlike Mikes armor, which was well hidden under his jacket.
But something was wrong. As far as mike could see there was no weapon on this Angle. But then again, the fog was thick. He was being far to....kind.
“You like it now, You should have seen it five years ago.” he said, still keeping his sights on the angels face. “You would've liked it, you woulda had a REAL war on your hands.” He took a deep puff on the Cigar in the corner of his mouth and let the smoke trail out with his words. “now, why dont you stay where you are and tell me your business here.”
Ok, so there was another werewolf in the area, good, under normal circumstances Mike would be worried about hearing that, but with angels present, he was the lesser of two evils.
“shit son, those some bad odds,” he said, puffing the smoke steadily from the coroner of his mouth. “But We aint screwed till those bastards got us cuffed or killed....there’s a loaded 12 gauge pump in the back of the truck if you want it, but I think you werewolves fight better with knives or clubs, right? There is large spanner in to tool kit in the back to.”
he then heard a voice from nearby say something about being screwed. Mike scanned the fog behind him, then, there he was was, Mike was surprised about this, and almost shot the poor kid.
He focused in on him to see what he was dealing with. He had no wings, but mike had a feeling that they would be able to fold them and hide them to at least appear human.
But the he noticed the lack of armor and most importantly, the weapon. A freaking golf club. Mike knew that no angle would be caught dead using that as a primary weapon. From his short experience with angels he found that they were proud beasts, and they would never use something like that.
He waved the man over and then turned back around, still scanning the fog.
He started to back up slowly, keeping his eyes ahead of himself. It wasn’t long till he felt the large reenforced bumper of his tow truck against his thighs. He stopped, he wasn’t far from the wolf.
He kept on scanning the fog, up, down, left, right, all around. He thought he saw a glimmer on the roof, but it disappeared in a flash. He continued searching the fog until he heard a voice emanate from it.
From the fog stepped a angel, his gleaming armor proudly displaying some kind of symbol, unlike Mikes armor, which was well hidden under his jacket.
But something was wrong. As far as mike could see there was no weapon on this Angle. But then again, the fog was thick. He was being far to....kind.
“You like it now, You should have seen it five years ago.” he said, still keeping his sights on the angels face. “You would've liked it, you woulda had a REAL war on your hands.” He took a deep puff on the Cigar in the corner of his mouth and let the smoke trail out with his words. “now, why dont you stay where you are and tell me your business here.”