Evil Is Pink (bxb)

Chapter 16

Sticks did not know what was happening. One second he was staring into Gorgo's thumb of a face, and the next he was enveloped with smoke—smoke that smelled oddly of burning incense.

"Everyone—!" Tendril had called out, "Protect Ballsy!"

The order tickled a memory at the back of Sticks's head.

That's right. We planned for this.

In the event where Gorgo found them, there is only one thing they could do.

Protect Ballsy.

If they gave her enough time, her xenos could be the only thing that could ensure their safe escape. Because fighting Gorgo head on was the equivalent of asking for death. And if they surrendered, they'd be begging for it.

All they needed to do was buy time.

They're counting on me— I cannot let them down!

Under the cover of smoke, Sticks bit his lips as he punched the concrete underneath him. His hands were still shaking from the impact, but he forced his fingers through the cement until he felt the earth. He gripped and pulled until a chunk of rock and concrete lifted into the air over his head. Sticks felt the top of the chunk scrape across the ceiling as he threw it forwards with all of his might, where he remembered Gorgo was standing.

He expected the rock to soar—not get blasted into a million pieces instantly.

The moment his hands let go of his concrete chunk, the smoke dissipated into nothingness, as though a super vacuum had sucked it all away within a single, almighty breath.

Gorgo stood a mere few steps away in front of him. The rock had collided against his body and had burst into pieces, but judging from the Warden's expression, the rock may as well have been a fly.

From behind him, Sticks could see Tendril and Rackus leaping from behind in the midst of an attack. Swirling from the palm of Tendril's hands were two translucent, purple tendrils, both of which had been sharpened into knives. Rackus's fists were glowing with a light blue aura that danced around his forearms like flames.

Sticks had the time to see a brief flash of panic and confusion flash across their faces as the smoke cleared within a blink of an eye, before he felt a hydraulic grip suddenly clamp onto his arm. His eyelids flapped as he was suddenly lifted into the air.

Gorgo swung around, swatting both Rackus and Tendril away with Sticks's body as though he were some sort of badminton racket.

Sticks gasped as he felt himself colliding into his friends, and then gasped again in shock when Gorgo threw him against the concrete floor.

"NO—!" He heard Pimickie scream.

Sticks opened his eyes just in time to see Gorgo's foot about to stomp on his face, when the girl whipped something long, white and wire-like across the Warden's foot. The white wire shimmered like dew on a spider's web. Pretty as it was, it disintegrated immediately upon contact with Gorgo's skin, but it bought Sticks enough time to push himself away from Gorgo's stomping range. As he did, he spotted Ballsy from the corner of his eye. She had backed away and had her eyes closed, a singular vein popping from her forehead in concentration. Who knew how much time she needed to channel their secret weapon. Sticks could only pray that it wouldn't be long.

Tendril had recovered from being swatted and was attempting, for the second time, to attack Gorgo from behind. This time, four long tendrils sprouted from his back, like ever growing tails, and lashed forward. But like the white wire Pimickie whipped from her hands, the tendrils fizzled away as soon as they came close to Gorgo.