by Trev Anderson » Thu Jan 26, 2012 11:06 pm
Trev was NOT in shape for this shit. He was red-faced, covered in sweat, and leaned against a tree a good distance away from the fray for most of the gathering of forces. He watched with nervous anticipation as he gathered his strength back, and once punches--and arrows, energy blasts, and fangs--started flying, he knew he had to suck it up and just get in there to see if he could still fight back. Though he mostly wanted to piss himself from fear. He'd read about the Shiar, and he knew they packed serious firepower.
Trev trudged into the fray, took a deep breath a screamed, shockwaves blurring the air in front of him and towards the nearest alien.
"GET THE HELL OFF OUR PLANET"