Edmund blinked, taken aback by Reo’s nonchalant reaction. The hell? He’s acting like this is a goddamn slumber party!
“I reckon ya oughta wake up and smell the acid, sugar. Ain’t no time for naps with the Zerg beatin’ down the door!” Edmund growled, his voice a deep rumble. He loomed over Reo’s bed, wings flared and tail lashing in agitation.
Around them, the battle raged on – the staccato bark of marine rifles mixed with the screeches and howls of the Zerg. The walls shuddered as something heavy slammed into them, likely a hydralisk or ultralisks. Smoke drifted in through the cracks, carrying the acrid stench of creeping acid.
Damn idiot’s lucky I’m here to get his scrawny ass outta here before he gets turned into Zerg food. Edmund thought to himself, hands on his hips as he glared down at the still-yawning Reo.
“Get up, ya damn fool! I ain’t got all day to stand here and watch ya snore through the apocalypse.” He reached down and grabbed Reo by the arm, claws digging into fabric and skin. “Move that butt, soldier! We gotta bounce before this whole damn fort turns into a Zerg buffet!”
Edmund hauled Reo out of bed, ready to drag him out if need be. The chaos of the battle, the screams of dying terrans and the cries of victory from the Zerg, filled the air – a symphony of death and destruction that Reo seemed deaf to. It was enough to make Edmund want to smack some sense into the idiot. Stupid’s a sin, but I reckon his skull’s too thick for common sense to take hold. he mused, shaking his head.
