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Sword was looking at Rocket and the content of the bag
“But it’s dangerous! We can get hurt!”
“Stop repeating yourself and help me get this outside. And be quiet we don’t want anyone to hear!”
*Rocket grabbed the launcher. Sword was sceptical about it but didn’t want to seem boring in front of his friend so he helped Rocket carry the gear.*
As they got out Rocket peeked is Zuka was still busy talking with Venomshank.
Of course he was, there was no doubt in that.
Rocket gestured to sword to go behind the shop. Sword still hesitating fallowed behind.
“Rocket are you really sure about this..?”
“Yes Of course I am!” he responded rather bored about Swords worries. Neglecting them all.
They got into a small green space behind the shop. There was never much Inphernals in this area so they were in the clear.
Rocket stopped and placed the bag on the floor and Pulled the launcher out.
Sword looked around, still sceptical as ever.
“Hehe finally! I can get my hands on this beauty. I don’t understand why Zuka took it away. When I was in Playground I was using it all the time!”
“Rocket that’s really dangerous we could break something..!”
“Nahhhh I’m a Professional. Don’t you worry”
Rocket inspected the gear looking and running his fingers or the metal surface. Damn he missed this kick of adrenaline. His chaotic soul finally feeling in place not being taken away, from reasons he didn’t understand the depth of yet.
He flipped the launcher to check if it has a safety lock on.
Sword still feeling unsure and definitely not comfortable with the situation took a step back. He had REALLY bad feelings about it
“Where was this little switch..? I swear I saw it once”
“Rocket—”
“UGH shut up already!”
Rocket fed up with his gear not responding he decided to do the dumbest thing. He stick his hand into the launcher.
Sword took another step back.
“HAH I GOT IT—”
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“Well you see—”
Zuka’s Voice was interrupted by a explosion
Sisiphus that was sitting on Venomshank’s hat let out a startled croak. Venomshank’s head snapped in the direction of the explosion. Zuka froze. He was in a shock for a second. His memories from military coming back but he realised something worse. Because he knew whose gear created that explosion.
When he was snapped from the shock he immediately run to the cloud of dust behind the store, as Venomshank followed behind.
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Sword heard a beep in his eyes. Painful beep, he tried to open his eyes but his vision was slightly blurry. All he could see was dust cloud and a blue bigger dot in front of him.
And then his memories from a minute earlier came back.
As his vision becomes a bit clearer, he tried to sat up. He slowly lifted himself up, looking around as he heard Footsteps and Venomshank’s voice. But it was all blurry to him.
Sword looked forward and the blue dot again. And he went pale, all he could see in front of him was Rocket’s body, covered in blood. His leg broken and his arm fully blown off.
Sword felt dizzy. Cold and terrified as he looked at his friend’s body in front of him.
He was snapped back by Venomshank Running up to his and pulling him away.
Sword was tiered and confused. I guess like everyone in here. He finally snapped his head to look at Venomshank. Sword could feel the panic even though it was all hidden under the mask.
He took another look at Rocket’s body just seeing Zuka trying to safety pick the boy up with one hand. And then ran Into the truck.
He didn’t even realise when he started to cry. He left out a choked sob. As Venomshank hugged him closer. Sword just hugged his father back tearing up feelings vulnerable and terrified.
“Shh...~ It okay... Are you okay? Does something hurt?”
Venomshank’s tone was too quick to be called calm but he tried to do his best.
Sword just shook his head frantically as he buried it deeper into Venomshank’s vest.
The smell of burned metal and the sound of tires squeaking in the background were silent and overwhelming at the same time. Sword didn’t like that a lot...