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"Motherfuc-"

Athan needed to find his sword, and he needed to find it now. Athan turned tail and ran in the opposite direction, moving as fast as the big guy possibly could through a muddied corn field. Unlike when he was being chased by Tzenidaar, Athan was actually aware of the big thing of impending doom bearing down on him.

In short, he knew he needed to get the ******** out of Dodge, and that gave him far more wings than any Red Bull could hope to manage.

Athan had a vague idea of where he knew the sword was, in that he was in the middle of the cornfield when he had thrown it, and he was facing the water plant when he threw the thing.

Yeah, that really narrowed things down. Yet, halfway into his mad-dash for survival, Athan quite literally stumbled across his sword. A clear patch of the field had gone unnoticed.

This in itself was pretty understandable. A lot of attention was more focused on not getting run over than what he was exactly running towards. But he was also looking for his sword. The crop circle that had formed from his sidearm sword toss should have been a pretty strong indication.

Athan faceplanted, scrambled up to his feet to catch what tripped him, saw his sword, and snagged the weapon up with both ******** me."

There wasn't enough time to dodge. Athan braced himself, and thrust his sword forward into the grill of the semi.

It had already been a long day for the swordsman.

It was about to get oh so much longer.

"OOFNG!"

Those in the semi would feel a slight bump as Athan's sword jammed through the grill of the truck and split the eighteen wheeler's radiator clean in half before being wedged into place somewhere in the engine block The sword was jammed about four feet into the grill of the semi. Athan, suffice to say, was not big enough to stop the semi, and a split radiator wasn't going to stop the thing.


Athan's arms shot behind his body, yet before he could get hit by the goddamned semi Athan's torso decided to follow. Thankfully semi trucks tended to have pretty goddamn huge engines, so the thing wasn't going to be ripped through the hood by Athan hanging to his sword while being dragged underneath the semi, applying a s**t ton of pressure to the undercarriage of the ******** ******** ******** ******** ******** ******** ******** ******** ******** ******** ******** was in for a hell of a ride.

On Ebris' side his aimed shots were doing their job. The one that had already taken damage lost an arm... and then a second arm. While it's legs were still in the side, it's head was dragging and essentialy destroyed. The Carnosaur, destroyed the other's head completely.

On the other side Ebris' driving actually did something useful. One of the two was wiped out as it scraped along the building. The problem was the second robot was half in half out, thus while it lost it's legs the torso just pulled itself into the cab. Then it went to work, Ryke was assualting the guy up top, the torso began to claw, tear and even bite the bounty hunter as much as it could. The fact it's stumpy torso was sparking wasn't very good either.

The guy up top couldn't take much more. A clean plug to the head and the life faded from its eyes and it clanged a few times off of the trailer.

Dzan successfully sworded the snatcher off him, though he would still have a pain in his sac and a hand on his ankle. That being said as the robot slid off the grill, everything was perfectly timed that Athan speared the thing through it's torso. Thus there was now a thrashing half destroyed robot between Athan and truck.

Athan didn't have much of a choice, he was going along for the ride. On the plus side, every time they hit a bump Athan was able to pull himself up for just a fraction of a second to keep his legs from being crushed under the truck when it landed.

During one particularly large period of airborne time, Athan was actually able to pull one foot up and plant it against the grill of the truck.

Now if only he could pull himself onto the hood...

Oop, there they go, to the water plant.

The robot was already done so it wasn't gonna take much more with Ryke frying it's CPU.

That said, it wasn't going to go down easy. That thing thrashed like a ******** for its last moments. Claws were everywhere and so were sparks, as it desperately tried to get one last hit in. Of course, it wouldn't be too long till the thrash subsided to a twitch and then the light went out in its eyes.

That seemed to be all of them.

Silhouetted in a HUEG EXPLOSION, the big rig rumbled its way onto the North Field.

Ebris had no rathin' idea what to do at this point, so he called out as loud as he could to the other sumbitches in the thing.

"Where the rath should we go!? I see Throne-damned twisters over in the Steel place, the rathin' Palace is glowing and I see a whole grod load of movement over in the fields down yonder!"

Choices, choices.

Colin, on the verge of opening yet another can of beer, was shaken by the explosion from the Water Plant, toppling him over onto Eileen's leg. He had been feeling funny ever since she got into the trailer, but now he knew why.

She was HAWT!

Looking up at her, Colin would smile weakly, nodding his head at her.

What's a totty like you doing in a trailer like this?

His voice was still a little hoarse, but was barely noticeable through his British-Irish accent.

Suddenly everyone in the trailer felt a pull towards one direction; as if the truck had made a sudden turn but without the turn. The two who were strapped to chairs (Cloud_666, Eileen) would slide across the floor to the far wall, and everyone else would find themselves being shoved by inertia towards the same side. If they were on shaky footing, they would end up in a pile against one wall... or at least a line against one wall.

"Uff-" James, himself, ended up slamming his shoulder against the side of the trailer but managed to keep his footing... until he stepped on a beer can that had rolled underfoot due to the TILT.

Crash!

He fell right on top of-



"...sorry, man... but I'm not into dudes."