@thirteenthstyx
Having taken a public transport as far southeast of the city as he could and making the rest of the trip on-foot, Rock now stood as a high precipice, overlooking his destination: the sprawling remains of a decrepit, abandoned metropolis, stretching as far as the horizon.
So... This is is, then. He silently mused internally. These are the ruins that the rumors are calling “Yesteryear”...
Peering his eyes, Rock looked off into the fog-clouded distance as far as he could. Faintly, there were a few rare, humanoid shapes in the horizon...
People? --No, their gait was too rigid. ...Could they be something like Sharukurusu? Ohh, that could go baaad.
...If they turn out hostile, Rock thought, glancing down towards his Buster arm, I could probably disable by targeting joints, even with these BBs. But in a serious fight, I could get overwhelmed fast; I’ve got no way of knowing their numbers...
A small sigh.
“To begin with, I’m not even sure it’s safe to go further into this...weird, harsh atmosphere.” Rock shakes his head, despondent. “Times like these, I really miss Roll...”
However, even if Rock was stripped of nigh-on his entire arsenal, he still had some things: like his proximity-triggered Alarm Lamp. Which, out of nowhere, had just gone from green to red.
“--Ah--?!” His left hand drifting to his cannon, Rock pivoted on his heel, cautiously scanning the thicket he’d emerged from to get here. “Who’s there?”
