It occurred to Floyd that he might be in danger when he remembered that he was at least 20 miles from home in the middle of a field with 3 nekid men. What would the guys down at the plant say? That Floyd had gone gay. He glanced at the two remaining men for a sec then ran for the remains of his truck. He spotted his shotgun sticking out from behind the seat. He grabbed it and swung it around in time to bring it to bear on the long haired one.
"Jesus Christ Gawd Alrighty!" He said and pulled the trigger. Nothing happened except that his gun made a clacking noise.
He didn't leave it loaded. Aw shit. He thought. The long haired man grabbed the barrel and ripped it from his grasp.
"Give that back." he yelled making a grab for it. The long haired man swung it wide and straight across Floyd's brow. Sharp pain followed that as Floyd went straight back into the cab of his truck in a heap of blood and bashed in nose cartilage.
Kymat considered the thing the human had pointed at him. His mind whispered danger to him. It was long and harder than his own body. It appeared to be made of several materials. He would have been shocked but his mind was assimilating the change faster than the others. At that he glanced back at Fijbold who was still crawling around making garbling noises. Kymat wondered how long it would take Fijbold to acclimate to the lack of appendages and the fact that he only had a limited number of senses to translate the environment to his brain.
The weapon? That must be what it was, since it seemed that even here on the other side of the... universe- that would be the word now some things never changed. What would war be like here? Would he be a victim or participant. Weapons were for the weak, Kymat's (People?) did not use weapons that were not a part of the (body). Kymat knew without looking that this feature of his (people) would be no more a tactic for him. He would miss the (Plasmoids); what's more he doubted that he could do anything about it. He looked down at the weapon in his hand- it was heavy and awkward. he discarded it by dropping it where he stood.
"Jesus Christ Gawd Alrighty!" He said and pulled the trigger. Nothing happened except that his gun made a clacking noise.
He didn't leave it loaded. Aw shit. He thought. The long haired man grabbed the barrel and ripped it from his grasp.
"Give that back." he yelled making a grab for it. The long haired man swung it wide and straight across Floyd's brow. Sharp pain followed that as Floyd went straight back into the cab of his truck in a heap of blood and bashed in nose cartilage.
Kymat considered the thing the human had pointed at him. His mind whispered danger to him. It was long and harder than his own body. It appeared to be made of several materials. He would have been shocked but his mind was assimilating the change faster than the others. At that he glanced back at Fijbold who was still crawling around making garbling noises. Kymat wondered how long it would take Fijbold to acclimate to the lack of appendages and the fact that he only had a limited number of senses to translate the environment to his brain.
The weapon? That must be what it was, since it seemed that even here on the other side of the... universe- that would be the word now some things never changed. What would war be like here? Would he be a victim or participant. Weapons were for the weak, Kymat's (People?) did not use weapons that were not a part of the (body). Kymat knew without looking that this feature of his (people) would be no more a tactic for him. He would miss the (Plasmoids); what's more he doubted that he could do anything about it. He looked down at the weapon in his hand- it was heavy and awkward. he discarded it by dropping it where he stood.
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