[ the come faster than jayce could think, but faster than his trigger reaction. he launches blasts where his panicked eyes find movement, but that soon becomes moot— and apypos has bolted from the lower dips in terrain to bite down on whatever jayce could offer it. razor fangs tear into his right arm like saws, and, incredibly, there is no pain to speak for. jayce swings the stub of the hammer into its skull to kick it back, it hits its ribcage instead, only breifly sending the creature skidding before its clawing at grass and roots to launch itself back to him. it spews mud right between the eyes, and halfway through his rhythym, jayce can't see.
he persists with his attempt anyway, cries out and slams the hammer's head into its middle. gore and corrupted atoms split the earth's reality, spew on him and his clothes. his poor recharge time to lift the hammer back and rub his eyes clean (now blue, glowing bright) may be his last solitary move; the zolom that had contained its prey in a circle of its own coil lifts its ugly hood in a growing strike-pose behind him. ]
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he persists with his attempt anyway, cries out and slams the hammer's head into its middle. gore and corrupted atoms split the earth's reality, spew on him and his clothes. his poor recharge time to lift the hammer back and rub his eyes clean (now blue, glowing bright) may be his last solitary move; the zolom that had contained its prey in a circle of its own coil lifts its ugly hood in a growing strike-pose behind him. ]
Serph—