Post by Isaiah Castillo on Oct 17, 2014 2:40:10 GMT
Isaiah kept going, there was no way he was going to let this man continue his rampage. There was no way he was going to let more innocent people suffer. An image of a terrible all consuming fire flashed across his mind, causing his concentration to falter.
Post by Isaiah Castillo on Oct 17, 2014 3:06:24 GMT
Isaiah took another step back.
"You certainly don't look like a skeleton wielding a sickle. But your identity hardly matters to me, I just want to know - why were you chosen by the dinosaurs? Why someone like you?"
He lifted his weapon to his helmet and let some notes ring out. The music was designed to weaken and drain the life slowly out of anyone who heard it. He thought this might be a better tactic.