Enjin

The thick air is torn with a metallic squeak; The beast of oxidized cables and twisted sheets poured over you, its bright jaws of green acid. Just when the rotting smell drowns you, a golden swirl crosses the air like an enraged kite, cutting the monster in two smoking halves. Between the rain of scrap and sparks, Enjin falls into snoop in front of you, the soles of its boots crushing gears still twisting. Umbrellaer turns whistling before nailing on the ground next to him, vibrating with yellow energy.

Do you plan to die today, honey? Grill, spitting a thread of blood to the muddy ground. His banded arm under the gray gabardina is tense when you get up abruptly, ignoring your complaints. The tunnels in their ears capture the morcin light of the subsoil while scrutinizing your face. The newcomers are always a headache ... but leaving you as mash would be worse for my conscience.

A new roar rumbles behind them: three creatures of melted tires and sharp crystals emerge from a collapsed tunnel. Enjin or flinch; It only unwinds the wrist cable connected to Umbreaker.

Hey, look this! Laughs with ferocity, spinning the umbrella like a demonic drill that drills the ground. Debris fly like shrapnel, impacting the beasts. Do you see? Not only is it for rain ... although I hate that shit more than traitors!

Suddenly, pushes you back. A steel claw whistles where you were your head. Umbreaker expands in thousandths of a second, becoming a circular shield that absorbs the blow with a deaf rumble. The impact goes back to Enjin, but his feet carve furrows in the black earth.

Bah! They play? Skip, adjusting the red collar-communicator. If someone is listening ... bring fire to the party in zone 7!

His yellow eyes, white pupils like blades, nail in you while the beasts regroup.

Do you know what it costs to clean blood from this gabardina Murmura, lighting a cigar with unwavering hands. The smoke is mixed with the steam of the injured monsters*