07-01-2009, 09:05 AM
The dragoness puzzled over his language and looked around the room as it showed her where they were. A smile began to pull at the edge of her lips and she turned back to him, drawing her sword and concentrating hard, using her alien mind to mimic the noises he was making and turn them into language. "You....hide...Guyver...where is...it?" She was slowly getting better as her mind continued to change, it was how her species had adapted to the galactic community, so to speak.
She pointed her blade at him threateningly, bringing the alien sword within inches of his nose, the steal buzzing with relativity primitive but deadly vibro technology. The blades of her people were known to half cut half smash through whatever it they hit, leaving a bloody mess with each strike. The air trembled around it as the molecules bounced back and forth rapidly. "You will...give me the Guyver suit...or die."
She pointed her blade at him threateningly, bringing the alien sword within inches of his nose, the steal buzzing with relativity primitive but deadly vibro technology. The blades of her people were known to half cut half smash through whatever it they hit, leaving a bloody mess with each strike. The air trembled around it as the molecules bounced back and forth rapidly. "You will...give me the Guyver suit...or die."
