⌜𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 ∘ 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞⌟

Commander of the Alien Army, Expert Pilot, and Conquerer of the Stars (work in progress) || 27yo

[⌜𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 ∘ 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞⌟ @ArmadaGeneral]

“ You will all be nothing

But a pitiful smear

On the shattered remnants

𝙊𝙁 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙎 𝙒𝙍𝙀𝙏𝘾𝙃𝙀𝘿 𝙋𝙇𝘼𝙉𝙀𝙏 !! “

————— ＜ Serpentine ＞—————

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 !!

[⌜𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 ∘ 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞⌟ @ArmadaGeneral]

— be any pieces of you to pick up, pest !! “

[⌜𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 ∘ 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞⌟ @ArmadaGeneral]

Speed and power. Having the better of both in a fight would be a key to victory. Speed with no mass is useless, mass with no speed is without impact. The physics behind it could be explained, but. . .

The momentum was analyzed, as promptly adapted to. He was used to fighting—

[⌜𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 ∘ 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞⌟ @ArmadaGeneral]

— funding the time to aim, albeit such a thing might prove unnecessary. Aiming only makes a different with pinpoint precision.

What comes out is a missile. A heat seeking, fuel burning, explosive missile, traveling at a high subsonic speed.

“ TCHYAHAHAHA ! There won’t even—

[⌜𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 ∘ 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞⌟ @ArmadaGeneral]

— tool. Exactly what kind of tools, this combatant would have to wait and see.

“ We’ll see if you’re still talking big when you’re a pile of ash, you one-eyed freak ! “

[⌜𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 ∘ 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞⌟ @ArmadaGeneral]

He’s felt the power of a dragon before, not once, not twice, not. . .well, he’s felt it a LOT of times. Point being, he’s capable of taking a hit if he’s still alive by now — not that it won’t still hurt like hell to be smacked clean with what he surmises is a hammer driven—

[⌜𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 ∘ 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞⌟ @ArmadaGeneral]

— from what appeared to be exhaust vents in the ridges and grooves of the handhelds. They were activated, ready to be fired, and chances were they were gonna be used plenty.

Naturally, he wouldn’t rely solely on one means of attack. Upon his wrist was a mounted multi-use —

[sam @sam_starby]

you bitch

[⌜𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 ∘ 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞⌟ @ArmadaGeneral]

// Mark my words, math will be the death of me

[⌜𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 ∘ 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞⌟ @ArmadaGeneral]

— narrowed.

“ YOU’VE JUST EXHAUSTED ANY CHANCE YOU HAD OF SURVIVAL, WHELP !! ONCE I’M THROUGH WITH YOU, WE’LL SEE IF THE /OTHERS/ ARE AS STUPID ! !

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 !! “

[⌜𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 ∘ 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞⌟ @ArmadaGeneral]

The sudden impact from atop his head caused Serpentine to wince in pain. Metal clanging against skin as he was held down by the force of an entire individual.

“ Release me this instant, pest !! “

Despite the pain, his hands never stopped working at that latch. Finally, —

[⌜𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 ∘ 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞⌟ @ArmadaGeneral]

— slide out from underneath the heel. . .

. . .and it would ! He’d rocket out from underneath, jetting forward just in the nick of time to avoid the blow. And he was just a little, tiny bit /LIVID/. As he took to the air, his piercing glare grew, eyes widened, pupils—

[⌜𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 ∘ 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞⌟ @ArmadaGeneral]

— himself open for a plausible attack.

[⌜𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 ∘ 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞⌟ @ArmadaGeneral]

“ Of /course/ I am, I am General Serpentine ! You will ALL submit before the might of Lord Brevon ! You will all — ! “

And he’s down again, this time falling forward. His anger is rising substantially by now, what with his metallic claws digging at the earth beneath them.

—

[⌜𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 ∘ 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞⌟ @ArmadaGeneral]

—

“ THAT DOES IT ! I’M THROUGH WITH THIS HUMILIATION ! I DON’T NEED THIS WORTHLESS CONTRAPTION TO ANNIHILATE A NOSEY LITTLE PEST LIKE YOU ! “

Those same claws reach for a latch located on the front left leg. His intentions are to leave this contraption behind, though he’s left—

[⌜𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 ∘ 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞⌟ @ArmadaGeneral]

— for his Lord, anyone else was a mere fool that he would sooner obliterate.

“ Do not lecture ME on failure ! This is merely a time fore testing new equipment. New equipment, that when fully functional, will be utilized in the conquest of this, AND EVERY OTHER, PLANET !! “

[⌜𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 ∘ 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞⌟ @ArmadaGeneral]

If kindness wasn’t earning him any points on the scale, the snarky remarks certainly wouldn’t, not that it should be puzzling whether or not this newcomer could care for the opinion of an aggressor like this.

Admittance of wrong doing was a privilege that could only be spared—