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Re: Warehouse 13 (External and Internal)
The Tyrant roared in some pain, dark liquid spewing to the ground and actually BURNING it. It seemed it's blood might be acidic, which wasn't a good thing. Roger's kick connected, though the Tyrant only moved about a foot due to it's sheer mass absorbing most of the kick. Still, it was enough for what Tesla wanted.
Even as Roger would prepare to stand up again, and the Tyrant turned towards him, there was a voice spoken, clearly that of Tesla, to the Tyrant.
"Hey, big tall and ugly! Yeah you tentacle bag face! I got a surprise for ya!"
As the Tyrant turned to face Tesla, RJ saw a brief flash of light from the vampire's hands, and suddenly the air was alive with an electric hum. Lightning danced from Tesla's hand and the cord in it to the Tyrant's body as something close to half a million volts slammed into the creature. It shuddered as the voltage went to work, the smell of sizzling, cooking flesh permeating the air as it's skin began to peel away, literally burning off. RJ was probably close enough to feel the heat from the electric shock, though not close enough to be caught in it, and as he watched on the Tyrant took one, two faltering steps, struggling with it's attacker. Finally the laws of physics won out, and the beast crashed to it's knees, unable to withstand that kind of force, crashing onto the floor in a heap, twitching for about a half minute before going still.
Through it all, Tesla simply had one hand on the exposed electrical wiring of the cord, the other hand pointed at the Tyrant, and seemed completely unfazed by the fact electricity had just torn through him. Even in the books one might have read of vampires, and indeedly true of most vampires, he should NOT have been able to do what he'd just done without being harmed himself, yet there he was, completely unfazed by it. He now spoke to RJ in a normal tone, as if he had just performed a demonstration and not slaughtered a seemingly powerful foe.
"Oh yeah, Roger, you might just want to put three rounds in it's head and destroy the brain core now. Pretty sure those bullets will destroy what's left of it's control centers. I should probably plug this back in now shouldn't I?"
He set to work on that, leaving RJ to do what he would, though he made a mental note to speak with him about what he'd just seen, perhaps even offer him a chance to look in the Sanctuary some time.
The Tyrant roared in some pain, dark liquid spewing to the ground and actually BURNING it. It seemed it's blood might be acidic, which wasn't a good thing. Roger's kick connected, though the Tyrant only moved about a foot due to it's sheer mass absorbing most of the kick. Still, it was enough for what Tesla wanted.
Even as Roger would prepare to stand up again, and the Tyrant turned towards him, there was a voice spoken, clearly that of Tesla, to the Tyrant.
"Hey, big tall and ugly! Yeah you tentacle bag face! I got a surprise for ya!"
As the Tyrant turned to face Tesla, RJ saw a brief flash of light from the vampire's hands, and suddenly the air was alive with an electric hum. Lightning danced from Tesla's hand and the cord in it to the Tyrant's body as something close to half a million volts slammed into the creature. It shuddered as the voltage went to work, the smell of sizzling, cooking flesh permeating the air as it's skin began to peel away, literally burning off. RJ was probably close enough to feel the heat from the electric shock, though not close enough to be caught in it, and as he watched on the Tyrant took one, two faltering steps, struggling with it's attacker. Finally the laws of physics won out, and the beast crashed to it's knees, unable to withstand that kind of force, crashing onto the floor in a heap, twitching for about a half minute before going still.
Through it all, Tesla simply had one hand on the exposed electrical wiring of the cord, the other hand pointed at the Tyrant, and seemed completely unfazed by the fact electricity had just torn through him. Even in the books one might have read of vampires, and indeedly true of most vampires, he should NOT have been able to do what he'd just done without being harmed himself, yet there he was, completely unfazed by it. He now spoke to RJ in a normal tone, as if he had just performed a demonstration and not slaughtered a seemingly powerful foe.
"Oh yeah, Roger, you might just want to put three rounds in it's head and destroy the brain core now. Pretty sure those bullets will destroy what's left of it's control centers. I should probably plug this back in now shouldn't I?"
He set to work on that, leaving RJ to do what he would, though he made a mental note to speak with him about what he'd just seen, perhaps even offer him a chance to look in the Sanctuary some time.