Snippet #1888056

Shadow

After a few minutes of watching the little group interact, I decided that standing on top of a sand dune like an idiot was not my smartest move. Slowly I inched my way down the hill, trying not to attract any attention, just so that I could get close enough to hear them talking. "I am Maci-Care, but I go by Maci by other people, or Care, or Maci-Care. Just about anything with Maci in it." This one seems too... Bubbly? No, maybe jovial was the word. I shook my head. This heat was starting to get to me. Turning my attention away from the girl and scoped the rest of the group. They all looked okay, I couldn't yet deem any of them untrustworthy, but then again, people can change. For now I would have to deal with them. If I want to figure anything out, I can't do it alone. But, I can't very well show up right now, there is still data to be collected.

"My name is Spectrum." This time it was the red haired one that spoke up. Spectrum and Maci-Care? Strange names. Not that I was one to talk. I could see Oni quietly appearing by my side. He knew I was trying to stay hidden. "What are you thinking Shadow?" He asked as though he knew something. "Oh, nothing. just about how to survive in the desert. I don't do heat." I muttered back. I found myself looking back toward the mountain. That had to be where we had to go. Maybe there would be supplies there.

"Oh bravo, bravo." I looked back over at the group and now standing in front of them was a large black figure. It looked like a man made out of marble. "You will find supplies, but not here." I narrowed my eyes. Something wasn't right with this one. "I'm Deity, and I'm the one who brought you here." So I, rather, we were brought here by a giant statue? This was a problem. "Oni. Leave." "You're not thinking of attacking it are you Shadow? You don't know what could happen." "You're right, but I do have a hypothesis. I believe that if I take a running start, and reach a speed of about five miles an hour, with my scythe position at a ninety degree angle between my shoulder an my neck, I should be able to strike the target from approximately four feet away and most likely cut him in half. Good enough?" Without waiting for an answer, I summoned my scythe and ran toward Deity, ready to strike. I swung my scythe around to catch him in the upper chest and shifted my stance to be ready for the follow through. But, I was completely caught off guard when I almost hit the ground unable to follow through with my swing. I looked up and momentarily did a deer-in-headlights impression. The blade of my weapon only drove in less than an inch, and there was no blood, no other sign of injury except for the scythe sticking out of his upper arm. I quickly composed myself and tried to pull the blade out and spin to attack his other side, but instead mentally swore. My blade was stuck in whatever this Deity was structured out of. Standing unarmed less than four feet from an enemy, specifically one taller than me, I was not in a good position.