The heat was nearly insufferable, stinging the maggot's light receptors. Trough the stinging and the sweat pouring off of his pale skin, Troy was able to see that the few fleshnids they had killed were pretty much pointless - several more slowly began their descent, attempting to block off the exit. Troy quickly grew more and more panicked, slightly edging further from the scene. That was when the metallic man, 'Captain', dropped his morsel. The spirit was obviously frightened, and would have almost certainly died...

That was when Captain revealed his skill.

His arm seemingly morphed, panels flipping with uniform precision, folding to reveal a hole in his arm. The next thing he knew, Troy was jumping back as a blast of plasma erupted from Captain's arm, obliterating the being that stood before him. He looked towards what looked like (and felt like) a second sun, slowly making it's way towards the group. Captain rose, gripping the spirit before turning in Troy's direction and making a run for it. 

"RUN!"

He passed Troy quickly, before firing off several more shots towards the growing hoard. This was when Troy decided to follow Captain's advice - he quickly turned on his heel, running as fast as he could. He could hear pattering behind him, which he could only assume was that beast... but there was no way in hell he was turning around to check. This was a nightmare, and Troy refused to die - survival was all that mattered... He just prayed that the others were hot on his tail. After a short run, they made it to their next trial - at the end of the bridge, there was an escape, from the fleshnids, from the... thing chasing them, it was their only option. But the monsters knew this - they were rapidly enclosing around it, forming what could only be described as a fence of bodies... a wall of flesh. They were trying to stop them.

[color=598527]"No... Goddammit!"[/color]

Despair clung at his heart, an emotion he despised. There was nothing they could do - no escape. They were going to die.

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The sound filled him with anger - the man that had triggered this event, that had fled and left the group to perish, all while mocking them with that annoying cawing. He sure as hell wasn't going to die here - Troy was going to find that bastard and show him a reason why you never mess with Troy Crane.

Pain flashed in his mind as he thought this, but quickly fled, just as he reached into his face and pulled out a ball. The maggots bit into one another, tightening themselves as much as possible, and Troy adopted a pitching pose. He took aim, planning to hit the top fleshnid - if he was lucky, it would fall and knock the others down with it.

He breathed silently, the maggots in his arms and legs preparing themselves. He raised his leg, before pulling his arm back and, with all his might, launching the ball. He didn't even know if it would hit, let alone do anything - but there was really nothing else he could do. This was his only option, his only way to have even a chance at survival - and Troy Crane was a survivor through and through.