The only area where there was much smoke at all was down in the cargo hold, which was mostly demolished. As had been observed from the outside, the hull on the bottom had been crumpled inwards so that, where there had been perhaps eight to ten feet from the catwalk to the floor, there was now three or less. Cargo and debris was in piles all over the hold, and the catwalk had buckled and was now in a V shape, the center down on the floor. The smoke was coming from the engine area, but was behind a shut door and not a great deal was escaping.
There hadn’t been a great deal of searching going on in the cargo hold, primarily because there wasn’t supposed to really be anyone down there. Everywhere else seemed to be mostly taken care of, so it was up to Ben what he wanted to do next.
Crash Site/Forest - Monster Battle
The knives to the face were little more than pinpricks, missing any target that might have caused actual damage, but they did serve to get the attention of the creature. That and the shout, as well as the fact that Travis was directly to its front, did what they were supposed to and it started to move after Travis. It was not a full charge, as he had been hoping, but the creature was moving fast enough that Travis’ maneuver had a reasonable amount of success.
He got behind it, but that was, unfortunately, where the plan came to a bit of a halt. As it wasn’t moving at full speed, the monster was able to react, and its reaction took the form of it spinning around, one fist flying towards Travis. It was able to react before he could get a jump up on its back, but it was large enough that the movement was slightly elongated and Travis would have a short time to react to the incoming fist. If it did hit him, it would almost certainly send him flying, and with all the trees around he was probably guaranteed a very painful impact.
Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.
06-Jan-2018 03:50:21