“If you have to, fall back into the portal!” Aeneas called, his speech escalating from strained trill to low growl as he watched the giant mechanoid sizzle and disappear within the blizzard, “But keep them from entering the building!”
Yeah, stating the obvious here. Though if this guy was as freaked out as Aeneas was, then perhaps he would need some reminding.
This creature, on the other hand, would stay outside no matter what. It was his prime environment; therefore, his skills would be most efficiently used if he held them off in the snow rather than in the portal. There were, after all, plenty of places for him to hide and recover out here that he was almost positive these…things…would not be able to follow him to.
Almost.
Aeneas gathered his will and took a few steps forward. Okay, he could do this. He didn’t have automated weaponry, but he had plenty of biological defenses that should work just as well. Yeah.
The alien came face-to-face with a large polar bear. Not that it mattered what species it was, because Aeneas certainly didn’t know, but it’s worth mentioning.
It opened its jaws and roared at him. Aeneas, ever the gentleman, roared back. The sound he made was quite different from what onlookers were probably expecting the creature to make—it was somewhere between a screech and a gurgle and static on a bad radio set—and the set of teeth in that four-madibled mouth of his was fairly more impressive.
Fear tactics against robots are considerably less effective than those against biological entities. The polar bear took a heavy swipe at the alien with a flat paw.
He missed. Aeneas had long since attached himself to its face and was quickly eating through its main processor via corrosive spit.
Re: Fight Stage 1
“If you have to, fall back into the portal!” Aeneas called, his speech escalating from strained trill to low growl as he watched the giant mechanoid sizzle and disappear within the blizzard, “But keep them from entering the building!”
Yeah, stating the obvious here. Though if this guy was as freaked out as Aeneas was, then perhaps he would need some reminding.
This creature, on the other hand, would stay outside no matter what. It was his prime environment; therefore, his skills would be most efficiently used if he held them off in the snow rather than in the portal. There were, after all, plenty of places for him to hide and recover out here that he was almost positive these…things…would not be able to follow him to.
Almost.
Aeneas gathered his will and took a few steps forward. Okay, he could do this. He didn’t have automated weaponry, but he had plenty of biological defenses that should work just as well. Yeah.
The alien came face-to-face with a large polar bear. Not that it mattered what species it was, because Aeneas certainly didn’t know, but it’s worth mentioning.
It opened its jaws and roared at him. Aeneas, ever the gentleman, roared back. The sound he made was quite different from what onlookers were probably expecting the creature to make—it was somewhere between a screech and a gurgle and static on a bad radio set—and the set of teeth in that four-madibled mouth of his was fairly more impressive.
Fear tactics against robots are considerably less effective than those against biological entities. The polar bear took a heavy swipe at the alien with a flat paw.
He missed. Aeneas had long since attached himself to its face and was quickly eating through its main processor via corrosive spit.