Snippet #1265981

It was too late to implement War’s plan. The sudden emergence of the convict caught them not positioned the way he had imagined. He was just thankful they didn’t warp their opponent on top of them. Imagine the sort of chaos that would have created, they would have been engaged immediately and forced into a frenzy. Now seeing how large the enemy was, he was doubly glad that the light had dropped him on the other side of the room.
This, well if it was human, person was gigantic and bestial to boot. One of its hands could have easily palmed War’s entire head. Such massive fists were going to be difficult to get around. Though War had fought giant opponents before, it wasn’t the size of the thing that kept him from charging. There was something off, the very air seemed heavy the moment this enemy occupied the space where it stood. It was harder to breathe and he could feel his body becoming weary. Within fear started gripping at his heart and he was frozen where he stood for the moment.
Jake was the closest and also opened up by attacking first. That’s when he heard the voice. The rasp of an ancient, no… the whispers of the damned. Each word was laden thick with murder, and this thing delighted in bloodshed. Pangs of a hunger that could only be satisfied when all of them were dead or disemboweled.
Jake was caught, the voodoo head spurred into him hesitation. Maybe it was fear, perhaps something even worse. Looking into the eyes of death was harrowing and Jake possessed still that youthful innocence. War’s heart began to burn. He cared little for what the government wanted to be his comrades, but there was even less love for convicts like this brute before them. Those who derive pleasure from the pain of others. The twisted whiles of appeasement through torment fed creatures like the voodoo man, and he could just sense that sly smile. That slight tuck at the corner of the sewed lips, eating up their worry like candy loving each second.
War’s feet took on defiance and he shrugged off that shroud of terror. One foot went before the other till he was beside Jake. A clawed hand took his peer by the shoulder, trying to steady his fellow Titan, before gently pushing Jake behind him. The lights of his eyes beaming up at this giant, ignoring the outstretched voodoo head altogether.

“We’re a real monster, and if it’s blood you want. We’ll be happy to spill yours.”

He didn’t waste any time, his right hands reached out pretending to claw at the voodoo head. This object was obviously precious to the inmate, and with it exposed possibly opened up the brute’s defenses. The attack though was ultimately a feint and War switched the direction of his blow mid-swing. Arching his knuckles with all his might, sending a blow for what would be this creature’s midsection. With any luck he could wind the thing, and this would all be over.
Ultimately it was best that he took the first blow. This would buy Jake and Grey enough time to assess and make proper counterattacks. In addition to those happy thoughts the girls had long ranged weaponry. If he had to guess Lady Metallica probably had impeccable aim, and with Evelyn’s brains it would be nothing to get around the business of melee combat. They would need that firepower.