A memory of my muse manifests to your muse
Purple was panting heavily, running as fast as he could on the barren land in which the battle had taken place, his body was spent, but the adrenaline produced in it kept him moving. There was no way he was going to let the enemy arrive to their base, not after the other was resting and in a delicate state, healing his wounds.
He saw the centipede-like being walking briskly towards said place as he grabbed a rock and threw it over his head, wanting his attention badly.
"Hey fucker! You forgot to kill me!" he spat, taking his spear quickly from his PAK, panting heavily, his hands shaking, but still his stare was firm and fierce, so the drefmnenite paid attention to him, as a smirk formed across its face.
"Well, wellā¦a little bug survivedā¦Iāll just squash you like the rest of them"
Purple smirked. āTry it, shitfaceā his antennae perked as he caught a sound nearby, he looked around and other 10 big drefmnenites surrounded him, as he gritted his teeth.
"What? nervous?" the crowd laughed as Purple hissed, moving with an outstanding velocity, beheading 2 of them in a slash. "Not one bit!" he snarled, continuing his assault towards the other enemies, the adrenaline burning inside of him, his speed unrivaled.Ā
His display was halted when another spear shot through his chest, destroying his front PAK and scratching his life PAK. Purple eyes widened as he fell on his knees, the pain was just too muchā¦but he couldnāt stop thereā¦he was going to protect the crimson eyed one no matter what.Ā
"Not too bad, you killed 5 of my men in an instantā¦too bad for you" the drefmnenite commander took out a laser gun and shot the irken in his chest, destroying half of his PAK in the process.
Purple fell on his back, he could feel electricity running through his body, screaming out in agony as the enemies laughed and said something to themselves in their native language and looked onwards to their destination."Noā¦I canāt die hereā¦I promisedā¦to protectā¦" Purple stood up with difficulty, picking his spear up, blood pouring down from his chest, pooling down on the floor, as he bit his lower lip and hissed in pure rage, moved by a killer instinct and mere inertia towards the offenders.
It was raining on Drefmnen, the drops falling on Purpleās face, burning and stinging his skin as he coughed and laughed. āI donāt careā¦heās safeā¦itās all rightā he closed his eyes slowly, a smile on his face, the beating in his chest each time slower and slower as he rested not far from the place where he had massacred 11 drefmnenites by himself.Ā
"Shouldāve told Red where I hid the cinnamon donuts, now theyāll go to waste, heh"
