During their journey from land to land, Sander looked around, his fellow comrades destroying everything around him. He started jumping from one leg to the other, almost causing the boat to fall upside-down.
"One mouse, two mice, three, four! Fun, fun, fun!"
Sander's eyes were wide open once again, completely fascinated by the destruction around him. The splatter and decapitation of the men in the helicopters amused him. This was also the first time he got a glimpse of Samil's powers.
"Like a baby on a conveyor belt on its trip to a bath full of blades!" Sander yelled out, now holding the ship steady, but slowing down its speed. In a graceful arc, he raised himself onto the bay, which was still far away, but which Sander managed to reach fairly quickly. On purpose, he flew towards a big house, and as soon as he was about to hit the wall, the building collapsed away from him, like it had been hit with a force unimaginable from his side. He walked over the ruins, noticing a lone man running away.
He turned around towards his comrades, only to hear a bone-crunching noise behind him.
He started yelling: "Where should we go?! That's a great question. It'd be cool to, you know, find some shelter somewhere, let the situation calm down, and then strike soon again. Eh?" he said, already pulling the ship to the bay faster than the pathetic engine could ever manage.
After hearing through the Russian's suggestion, he nodded to himself.
"Yes, we might as well."
His previous weirdness seemed to have gone away, as soon as the rampant destruction around him stopped, replaced now by the far cries of panicking civilians.
He jumped onto the boat.
"Well, let's go, fellows."
"One mouse, two mice, three, four! Fun, fun, fun!"
Sander's eyes were wide open once again, completely fascinated by the destruction around him. The splatter and decapitation of the men in the helicopters amused him. This was also the first time he got a glimpse of Samil's powers.
"Like a baby on a conveyor belt on its trip to a bath full of blades!" Sander yelled out, now holding the ship steady, but slowing down its speed. In a graceful arc, he raised himself onto the bay, which was still far away, but which Sander managed to reach fairly quickly. On purpose, he flew towards a big house, and as soon as he was about to hit the wall, the building collapsed away from him, like it had been hit with a force unimaginable from his side. He walked over the ruins, noticing a lone man running away.
He turned around towards his comrades, only to hear a bone-crunching noise behind him.
He started yelling: "Where should we go?! That's a great question. It'd be cool to, you know, find some shelter somewhere, let the situation calm down, and then strike soon again. Eh?" he said, already pulling the ship to the bay faster than the pathetic engine could ever manage.
After hearing through the Russian's suggestion, he nodded to himself.
"Yes, we might as well."
His previous weirdness seemed to have gone away, as soon as the rampant destruction around him stopped, replaced now by the far cries of panicking civilians.
He jumped onto the boat.
"Well, let's go, fellows."