[center][h3][color=cyan]γ€Žπ•Šπ•’π•Ÿπ••π•–π•£γ€[/color][/h3][/center] [center][img]http://i65.tinypic.com/28hztyw.png[/img][/center] [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/3R5vYYi.png?2[/img][/center] [hr][center][color=silver]𝕄: π•Šπ•–π•‘π•₯. πŸ™πŸœ, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘 / / π•Žπ•šπ•€π•—π• π•£π••, 𝕄𝕒𝕣π•ͺπ•π•’π•Ÿπ•• / / π•‹π• π•¨π•Ÿ / / ~πŸ™πŸŸπŸ›πŸ˜[/color][/center][hr] Even beneath the metal shell, this thing was human. Sander could smell it. The scent was wrong; rusty and sharp, like all those fake people in GZ. He wasn’t sure why. Didn’t really care. He knew where the heart was, and that was good enough for him. He would tear it out. His limbs were steady as he latched onto the creature’s jagged hide. Bits and pieces of metal jabbed at him, but between the protective layer of wishalloy and his own invincibility, Sander hardly felt anything. Just the fire in his ribcage and the desire to sink his teeth into something warm. No. [i]Focus[/i]. Gritting his teeth, Sander held fast against the sudden lunge of movement, steadily making his way upward until he reached the spinning sphere. This was the heart. He could smell the human inside. What came next was easy. While his legs and remaining arm found purchase on the metal surface, Sander pulled his right fist back, before beginning to slam it against the smooth core.