Mr Shinjiko
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- Posted: Fri, 18 Mar 2011 00:21:57 +0000
Once contact was made with the earthen dragon, it would crumble and destroy itself. This caused massive rocks and boulders to fall, as well with what would appear to be sand. The issue was, it was metallic in description. Atimus would know what was coming. Still residing one hundred meters away, Tous activated the mixture that was even inlaid into the rocks and boulders. In fact, it was an alkali metal.
Alkali metals react with moisture and water, given that the high humidity of the Crimson Plains, it was the perfect catalyst. Pink flames burst forth from the sand that fell, cracks and fissures formed in the larger debris as pink hued flames burst from them as well. That was milliseconds before a massive explosion rocked the area of the Crimson Plains where Rhys and Atimus were. Though, within that small moment of time was a chance to escape. If they were smart, they would not be captured by the sight of such a flame burst, but instead realize that the dragon exploding was sign enough to get the hell away.
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A softened grumble came from the throat of a six foot and three inch man with a weight of two hundred and twenty five pounds. Dressed in a black suit, he would seemingly appear atop the same rooftop as the one known as Mako. Standing there, his arms would be behind him with his hands clasped as he gazed at the spectacle further across the plains.
"What brings you here?"
Alkali metals react with moisture and water, given that the high humidity of the Crimson Plains, it was the perfect catalyst. Pink flames burst forth from the sand that fell, cracks and fissures formed in the larger debris as pink hued flames burst from them as well. That was milliseconds before a massive explosion rocked the area of the Crimson Plains where Rhys and Atimus were. Though, within that small moment of time was a chance to escape. If they were smart, they would not be captured by the sight of such a flame burst, but instead realize that the dragon exploding was sign enough to get the hell away.
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A softened grumble came from the throat of a six foot and three inch man with a weight of two hundred and twenty five pounds. Dressed in a black suit, he would seemingly appear atop the same rooftop as the one known as Mako. Standing there, his arms would be behind him with his hands clasped as he gazed at the spectacle further across the plains.
"What brings you here?"