Why the door had closed, Gaara didn’t care. He would leave the room when he was good and ready. Even with the exit supposedly lost, that apparently didn’t stop the monsters from spawning, over and over. They didn’t usually attack him with this much aggression. Was it something about this floor in particular, or was he different somehow?
It didn’t take long for rotting corpses and severed limbs to scatter all around him. He paused at one brief moment of silence and laughed harshly, but out of pure irony than any inkling of humor. This was all too much like his childhood, with the assassins that his father… No, not his father. Not his father. Wasn’t that a positive aspect amidst this whole mess? It wasn’t like he actually wanted to be related to that man…
More unpleasant thoughts that he wanted to banish from his mind. He shook his head violently, as if trying to toss them out that way.
His sand didn’t slow down a single beat, even during this short distraction. It was adamantly following his commands: kill on contact. Some of the monsters had imploded within his sand, but after he caught a whiff of the stench of rotting corpses, he switched tactics. Blood was one thing; he wasn’t interested in body parts that oozed of monster innards.
There was a new stranger in the room, his sand discovered, as it slithered over to the door. It started crawling up an unusually smooth surface, trying to figure out what this creature was. Interestingly enough, it was just standing back instead of attacking him. Maybe it was smarter than the other monsters, and wanted to wait to realize a weakness?
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It didn’t take long for rotting corpses and severed limbs to scatter all around him. He paused at one brief moment of silence and laughed harshly, but out of pure irony than any inkling of humor. This was all too much like his childhood, with the assassins that his father… No, not his father. Not his father. Wasn’t that a positive aspect amidst this whole mess? It wasn’t like he actually wanted to be related to that man…
More unpleasant thoughts that he wanted to banish from his mind. He shook his head violently, as if trying to toss them out that way.
His sand didn’t slow down a single beat, even during this short distraction. It was adamantly following his commands: kill on contact. Some of the monsters had imploded within his sand, but after he caught a whiff of the stench of rotting corpses, he switched tactics. Blood was one thing; he wasn’t interested in body parts that oozed of monster innards.
There was a new stranger in the room, his sand discovered, as it slithered over to the door. It started crawling up an unusually smooth surface, trying to figure out what this creature was. Interestingly enough, it was just standing back instead of attacking him. Maybe it was smarter than the other monsters, and wanted to wait to realize a weakness?