((As promised, some details of the Britanic's return.))
{04/09/2008, late evening, Kings Row}
Run! left! duck! left again! spin and pitch NOW!!!
Without daring to take even the slightest moment to question the psychic prompts from the Coach the super fast rookie hero Fastball dodged and ducked the flailing arms of the mighty Clockwork Paladin. Then as the opportune moment, as seen by Coach, presented itself the baseball uniformed Fastball spun on his heels to let loose a barrage of his energy orbs. Out of thin air, and one after the other, the orbs formed in Fastballs hand before being pitched at the metal behemoth by the plucky young hero. As the three orbs each exploded against the Paladin the monster started to reel backwards.
Three strikes and yooouuuurrr oooou
You idiot, DUCK!!!
Just as Fastball hit the deck tendrils of dark energy seemed to be seeping from the Paladins chest cavity. Plates of metal started to ping away, and then the Paladins chest seem to erupt from within. As Fastball looked back at the wobbling monster a man shaped object shrouded in wispy dark energy fell from the Paladins gaping chest cavity.
Whooooah,! Cmon Coach you cant of seen that one coming.
Coach didnt answer his young partner, and continued to watch from his vantage point on an overlooking building. Meanwhile back on the ground the dark energy surrounding the man shaped object started to dissipate as he started to pick himself off the ground. As the man stood fully erect Fastball thought he could make out a lion rampant emblazoned on the mans chest.
BRITANIC!!! Coach let loose in a wide spectrum psychic scream.
On hearing his name being uttered for the first time in months he spun around and let loose a torrent of dark energy which ploughed through the momentarily forgotten Paladin as it was about to smash the newly returned hero with its club like fist. The Paladin literally blew apart at the seams, showering the area with scrap metal.
Oh my God! Its really him! an amazed Fastball uttered just as the middle aged suited Coach approached from behind him. The two rookie heroes continued to watch almost awestruck as the long thought dead Britanic walked towards them.
Thanks for the warning there mate. Id stay and help you clean up but im really late for dinner, and pretty damn sure I left the office in a bloody state.
Britanic shook each of the mens hands in turn before launching himself into the air above Kings Row.
Woooow! We should of got his autograph.
Coach gave his partner a pitying stare before walking away to get himself a well deserved coffee
((As promised, some details of the Britanic's return.))
{04/09/2008, late evening, Kings Row}
Run! left! duck! left again! spin and pitch NOW!!!
Without daring to take even the slightest moment to question the psychic prompts from the Coach the super fast rookie hero Fastball dodged and ducked the flailing arms of the mighty Clockwork Paladin. Then as the opportune moment, as seen by Coach, presented itself the baseball uniformed Fastball spun on his heels to let loose a barrage of his energy orbs. Out of thin air, and one after the other, the orbs formed in Fastballs hand before being pitched at the metal behemoth by the plucky young hero. As the three orbs each exploded against the Paladin the monster started to reel backwards.
Three strikes and yooouuuurrr oooou
You idiot, DUCK!!!
Just as Fastball hit the deck tendrils of dark energy seemed to be seeping from the Paladins chest cavity. Plates of metal started to ping away, and then the Paladins chest seem to erupt from within. As Fastball looked back at the wobbling monster a man shaped object shrouded in wispy dark energy fell from the Paladins gaping chest cavity.
Whooooah,! Cmon Coach you cant of seen that one coming.
Coach didnt answer his young partner, and continued to watch from his vantage point on an overlooking building. Meanwhile back on the ground the dark energy surrounding the man shaped object started to dissipate as he started to pick himself off the ground. As the man stood fully erect Fastball thought he could make out a lion rampant emblazoned on the mans chest.
BRITANIC!!! Coach let loose in a wide spectrum psychic scream.
On hearing his name being uttered for the first time in months he spun around and let loose a torrent of dark energy which ploughed through the momentarily forgotten Paladin as it was about to smash the newly returned hero with its club like fist. The Paladin literally blew apart at the seams, showering the area with scrap metal.
Oh my God! Its really him! an amazed Fastball uttered just as the middle aged suited Coach approached from behind him. The two rookie heroes continued to watch almost awestruck as the long thought dead Britanic walked towards them.
Thanks for the warning there mate. Id stay and help you clean up but im really late for dinner, and pretty damn sure I left the office in a bloody state.
Britanic shook each of the mens hands in turn before launching himself into the air above Kings Row.
Woooow! We should of got his autograph.
Coach gave his partner a pitying stare before walking away to get himself a well deserved coffee