Tехно successfully sliced away the silk, the acid having spilled
off his back when he rolled. He's started to tear at the bars,
damaging them quite a bit in his blood frenzy. Upon being unable to
break them quickly, he turned and looked at Hornes, then his tail.
Stalking over to the writhing dragon, he grabbed the acidic tail,
hopping on two legs back to the bars, hoping to melt through them.
Jig, who by now is very angry, is starting to break the bars,
wrapping thick strands of silk around them and then pulling very
hard on them so the bars would break. He continued this until a few
bars were broken and started breaking a few more.
“Maybe. She might be dealing with a lot of things at the moment
though, like paperwork.”
Tехно yanked on the dragon, knocking him off his feet, then
continued to spray the bars with the acid. Throwing the tail away
from him a moment later, he stepped back, then rammed the bars with
his shoulder. Two got knocked loose, and he started to squeeze
through the gap.
Athena loudly shrieked in terror, as globules of the acid flew
right past her eyes, splattering the walls, ceiling, and floor. She
ducked slightly, in an attempt to dodge the acid. She did so
successfully, for once.
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Tехно hissed, then pushed against the bars. His leg, the one that
didn't work, was stuck. Hissing again, he started to slash at the
now useless limb, trying to take it off so that it wouldn't get in
the way.
Jig finally gets through the bars, then is outside of the giant
cage that held all of them. He climbs the wall and he goes onto the
roof, then waits for one of the scientists to come. They should be
here soon, because of all the noise.
Stinger yells, “LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT! I AM A GOOD FIGHTER!”
The chains fell away from Athena, and as she was stepping towards
the bars, she suddenly, and unexpectedly, keeled over sideways,
falling unconscious.
A low, yet feminine voice rang out from the dark room in which
Steele had been taken too, sighing in a tired, angry way. "Fine,
you insolent maggots." The voice quietened down as quickly as it
appeared. Shortly after, dozens of guards burst through the door,
and began trying to push the cyborgs back.
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imagination.
The guards began shooting tranquilliser darts at Hornes, aiming at
every crevice, and every part of his body. The few that were not
going after Hornes were firing at Stinger, trying to calm him down.
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A quiet thunk sounded from near Tехно, and he finally
slipped through the bars. He glared at what he'd left behind: the
blank white leg, void of blood and use. He began to look around the
area, glaring at the other dragons.
Tехно snarled, then lunged forward at Hornes. "Why is it.." He
swing a chain and shot silk at the other dragon, trying to both
distract him and ensnare him. "That every time..." He did it again,
rearing back on his one leg and swinging downwards. "Something
makes Chrome angry..." He spun, trying to hit the other dragon with
his tail. "IT'S ALWAYS YOU?!" He charged, hoping to drive the
destructive dragon backwards. The flurry of attacks had clearly
exhausted Tехно , but he still kept trying to force his opponent
backwards.
The guards continued shooting at Hornes, however, the ones that
were aiming at Stinger began crowding around Tехно and attempting
to pick him up and drag him away from Hornes. They were definitely
trying to take him somewhere, but what that somewhere was was
uncertain.
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imagination.
Hornes gets shot... He runs in to strange room. Hornes tries to
destroyed as much devices as he can...Finally Hornes falls asleep..
Acid stop coming from his tail..
"I suppose I ought to have locked the doors tighter...." That same
feminine, low voice rang out from the shadows. The door to the
dimly-lit room closed shut, with Hornes inside.
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