Mikey didnât move, staring the creature down. It was so dark and shiny and slimy and those teeth were really big and he quickly realized his initial judgement of it being like Rahzar was way off. It was dangerous, the threat of death practically seeping off the creature. It could kill him in an instant if it chose, Mikey was certain of that.
It hadnât attacked yet. Why? What was it waiting for?
He thought of back when he met Leatherhead. Mikey had gotten the same vibe of âI could be dead in an instantâ when facing the large gator, but he didnât let that stop him from befriending the beast. Now Leatherhead was one of his best friends.
Was he seriously thinking of befriending this creature? He knew what his brothers would think. Theyâd call him insane, tell him no. But what did he think?
He knew where his smoke egg-bombs were, just in case he needed to make a quick getaway, but that would be a last resort. For now, perhaps he could take a different approach.
âI donât think you want to kill me,â he said. âOr you would have already tried.â
Again, it spoke, assuming sheâd want to communicate, to connect with it on some level. Why? This did not compute! Was it trying to lull the drone into a sense of falsified security?
Teeth cccclick! together rapidly, the sickle tail thus swishing in an agitated manner. Seven feet of pure instinct creep closer still, the tension between as thick as swamp mud. Yet, it had not retreated from her, despite the pungent anxiety permeating from itâs peculiar skin. Admirable. Perhaps that was enough to stave off the inevitable consequences of crossing the monsterâs path.
Around them, itâs head swivels, making a quick assessment of their surroundingsâverifying their joined isolation. When satisfied, the onyx cranium canters around a shrill, inquisitive squawk.
\_Why are you here, brave one?_/
Mikey continued to stare as it clacked itâs teeth together in rapid succession. His eyes flicked to the long tail that swung through the air in a way that made it look annoyed. It continued to move closer, and he could practically hear Leoâs voice in the back of his mind, yelling something about a tactical retreat. Leo always knew when to call for retreat, and it was always when they couldnât win a fight. Mikey wasnât going to give up now though.
Mikey watched as it checked their surroundings, and he found himself wondering how it saw. He couldnât actually see any eyes on the creature, yet it could obviously see.
The sound it made next didnât quite make him jump, but it did make his finger twitch as he fought his impulse to grab his nunchucks. The sound could easily be mistaken for a battle cry or a hunting cry or anything of the sort, but Mikey didnât get that kind of vibe from the creature. It seemed...curious. Curious about him? Curious why he didnât run? Curious what he was? Mikey didnât know.
âCan you understand me?â he asked.
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