Alien Encounters (RP with KoolestofKings)
“Yeah, but dat’s life.” The little Cyclops said, not even caring of this pestering human, and now he wouldn’t in the future, for she was threatening with violence! The glare deepened and to emphasise that he didn’t tolerate shit, his eye actually generated an electricity shock.
Avoiding them was out of her way of survival, as before she even knew what to do, the Waddle Dee’s all glomped her with their stubby teddy bear arms. Due to the balance of the Dee’s on her back, they caused her to fall straight onto her chest with a soft impact on the grass. More Dee’s joined the little dog pile, hands pinning her limbs to the ground with surprising strength. To add insult to apparent injury, the Waddle Doo jumped straight onto her back, just below the shoulders, and danced foot to foot like he was enjoying it. “Oh Siiiiirrreeee! We bagged ourselves a trespassah! An assassin too!”
Footsteps were heard from ahead and stopped right in front of this captured young lady. “Well, well, well, whut we got here?”
As if this world couldn’t be even more insane, the Cetra could have sworn she saw a literal jolt of rage dart across this creature’s massive eye. Her expression fell as quickly as her confidence then. Eden prepared to draw back and reassess her plan of attack, until she felt a heavy force crash onto her, and then another, then another.
The huntress swung her hand to grab at one of the deceptively soft-looking beings, until she felt stout little arms wrap around and pull back on her own, longer limbs. “What the–?” Their weight became too much to bear. She leaned forward and took a wider stance, but that wasn’t enough to keep her from colliding with the earth. Her jaw struck the ground in an unforgiving thud. She hissed from the throbbing pain reaching over her face, yet her arms and legs automatically jerked roughly in an attempt to free herself.
“Get off of me you mutants!” The Cetra snarled, kicking and wrenching her body at every angle that was thrown into her racing thoughts. She felt small feet tap against her back, humility burned like a raging fire beneath her skin. “I said get off, before I tear out that freakish eyeball out of your skull!”
The sound of heavier, longer gaits against the grass caught her attention, however. Her head craned back, though it was a struggle to see the person now speaking. He had a similar accent to the tiny cyclops, but perhaps he could free her from these things. “What does it look like? I’m being attacked!” She shook her head to move the long, dark bangs from her face in hopes to get a better look at him. “Help!”
