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Read The Bridge

Irys saw a familiar light ahead at the nexus of the void. She readied herself alongside the cyborgs, Megalon stopping his back first slide and righting himself as Gigan turned himself around. They barreled into the light and exited the portal. Despite leaving the void however, they could still feel air rushing past them. They quickly analyzed their surroundings, seeing not a forest but a neighborhood. Gigan’s sunglasses and Megalon’s goggles flashed with light, systems booting up and running several scans. Unable to do the same, Irys glanced over to the two to her sides.

“You two picking up anything?”

“Negativo!”

Gigan was about to state the like when a sudden realization dawned on him and caused his head to snap down and observe they were airborne despite the lack of wings or thruster rockets.
“Wait, why are we still flying? Couldn’t do that last time.”

Irys had the same realization dawn on her, looking down and then back at her cohorts with pursed lips and wide eyes. Megalon cut her off before she could speak, pointing ahead of them in the direction they were tumbling in.

“Guys we’re heading for a wall!”

Irys and Gigan looked away from each other and peered forward. Sure enough, they were barreling directly at a small apartment building. Irys and Gigan froze up, speaking in deadpan tones.

“Yep… This is gonna hurt.”

“Good eyes Meg…”

“……WAAA-!”

The seconds ticked by, then all three kaiju started spazzing out midair. Megalon whirled his hands around, converting his mechanical fingers into a pair of drills and pointing downward for a fist first nose dive. Irys frantically flapped her now wingless arms, the length of fabric between her sleeves and hips working like a makeshift wingsuit but only barely managing to slow her down and shift her course. Gigan shrugged, crossing his arms in front of himself as he tried to aim his tumble towards a window.


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Posted previously at: 2016-02-26T06:42:02 | Posted previously by: Chapelseed

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