Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20190205035159/@comment-25924729-20190810132311

Words were exchanged, weapons were drawn, the tension only grew.

Despite her condition, Jett tried to stand up, struggling as he pain in her mangled legs seemed to grow even worse, now that the adrenaline of a chase no longer ran through her.

Somehow she managed to drag herself to a knee, so she could at least meet the hostile robot in the eyes. It made her feel less vulnerable than if she were lying on the ground, at the very least she may hit him once, maybe twice before she fell.

Dust was bluffing, or maybe he simply didnt know. The CCT was destroyed months ago in the Fall, and with it any sort of long range communication went kaput. Short range radios still worked, but by this point they were almost certainly too far away from the shore to call for help. An empty threat.

She could only hope that the robot wasnt going to figure it out either. But it was too remote a hope to bet on, just in case.... her hand crept slowly behind her belt to the cleaver.

Then a distant rumble made her flinch, rippling through the water. Her hand shot back from the handle like it was burned. Fear, hostiity, the threats and tension... negativity drew the giant fish like a lure on a fishing line. If things got any worse...

"Erm... guys, maybe we should stop fighting. That thing looks like it could eat the whole boat!"