welsh
Junkmaster
The chemical grenade spreads whity phosphorous in the hall, and momentarily, the hall is lite with a blinding light. The grenade's spray is on the floor and the walls, but most of all its on the creature.
The monster howls in pain, its long wet tentacles flailing at the burning. The air smell of fire, and burnt flesh, but the burnt flesh is like nothing anyone one of the group has experienced before.
The shock of the seeing the creature, its round body on two legs, its tentacles, its weird howls of torment, and the sight of the tentacles slapping at the fire on its body stops the group from firing.
Grim, finally speaks to Trent, "Ok so you burnt the son-of-a-bitch. But do you think you really hurt 'em."
"Trent shrugs, "I guess we'll find out soon"
Suddently the creature gives up its struggle and rushes at the group, its tentacles now burning, as it runs it lights the hall way flamable materials on fire.
The monster howls in pain, its long wet tentacles flailing at the burning. The air smell of fire, and burnt flesh, but the burnt flesh is like nothing anyone one of the group has experienced before.
The shock of the seeing the creature, its round body on two legs, its tentacles, its weird howls of torment, and the sight of the tentacles slapping at the fire on its body stops the group from firing.
Grim, finally speaks to Trent, "Ok so you burnt the son-of-a-bitch. But do you think you really hurt 'em."
"Trent shrugs, "I guess we'll find out soon"
Suddently the creature gives up its struggle and rushes at the group, its tentacles now burning, as it runs it lights the hall way flamable materials on fire.