Snippet #2334765

Melanie was only half surprised when the tribal boy roared something along the lines of "I'M THE KING OF THESE TWO-WALKERS! YOU CAN'T EAT THEM EITHER!". But she was fully surprised as he charged her. It took a fraction of a second for her to register and react accordingly. As he lunged for her Melanie ducked to the side, barely slipping past his outstretched arms. Dodging him forced her to dive towards the ground but she pulled up short, narrowly avoiding crashing into the grass.

’Dang…’ she thought, her gold eyes locking on the gorilla guy, following his every movement, watching for the next attack, ’I cannot hold up this charade all night. I must fly lest he reach me, but I’m almost halfway through my battery life and it’s barely been an hour.’ The ape man, having missed his target, was quickly recuperating. ’I must find a way to subdue him long enough I can communicate with him. If I cannot find a compromise, I will have to find a solution and remove him from the city. But how?’ Melanie’s mind was racing for a solution when suddenly it struck her.

She really couldn’t do this on her own. Yes, she desperately wanted to, and she wanted to do it without drawing the attention of the people around. People she couldn’t allow to know what she was. Not so much a secret identity but what she was, and what she could do. In fact, that was probably the last thing she wanted! Fame and glory to her name meant eventually the media would discover what she was. Perhaps she was paranoid, but deep down she did not want anyone to know what she could do. What she was. Even who she was! No one was supposed to know anything!

But here she was in a situation she couldn’t win and there were others who’d stepped in for no apparent reason to help her out. If she were going to preserve her identity as well as her life, she’d need to take advantage of the situation. Quickly she turned towards the man who’d she’d informed of the situation moments ago. ”I don’t know who you are or why you’re here, but if you can help me I can’t handle this guy by myself.” Though this directly conflicted with Melanie’s sense of dignity, Meliore was strictly an actions-based-on-logic system and was taking over like she did whenever the situation became pressing. ”I think if we can subdue him I can communicate with him, but-“ her sentence was cut off by an infuriated roar and her body whipped around to face the enraged and only half dressed bohemoth.