DrakeZero/DMX RP (Dead Space)

[DragonMasterX]

And Drake's plan seemed to work just fine. Michael agreed to it since it only made sense to do this. He didn't feel bad, because he knew he had a job to do, and the quickest he did, the higher their survival rate. He quickly stepped into the direction of the vent and continued running straight for it.

The Worm flinched only for a moment as it became disoriented by the mixture of sounds. Michael's steps became small and insignificant quickly as Drake's shots muffled them. It seemed to be guiding itself by senses other than smell or sight. It was now following Drake into the curve.

Its gaping mouth suddenly parted, and it began to flash, illuminating the pathway briefly, and suddenly a sphere of biomatter was launched in the way of Drake. Contact with it would prove fatal.

In the meantime, Michael grabbed his portable rivet gun and began to take the vent down. "Damnit! It's got so many rivets...!" he cursed, but continued to work on it as fast as he could.