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Cold Fusion

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For Realm-of-Fantasy's Fantasy/Sci-Fi Fusion Contest [link]

NOTE: I've received some comments on the picture appearing too dark on some monitors, so if you're having trouble seeing details you may have to increase your monitor brightness...

The Knucker’s blue eyes rotated in their sockets so quickly that the Cyborg only had time enough, once he’d come to his senses, to take a single step back before the beast was upon him. Between its initial step toward him and his hitting the ground, he managed to pull his gun back up and fired two more shots at the creature, one of which grazed the upper side of its neck, the other planting itself in a copper pipe. Steam hissed out through the hole, adding to the fog filling the room, which the Cyborg watched curl around the Knucker’s shoulder as it lunged.
Before he could comprehend what was happening, the beast had struck the weapon from his hand, and as the gun clattered across the floor its other foreleg swung back around to hit him in the gut, pinning him firmly to the concrete. In a marvel of reflexes he could hardly claim as his own, his mechanized arm shot up and into the path of the colossal maw bearing down on him.
There was a blast of vapor from the hydraulics of the over-proportioned limb as the steel cage surrounding the lines shattered beneath the monster’s teeth. The metal fingers seized as if in pain as control faded. Even from the stump where the appendage connected, he could feel the sheer muscle power that laced up the creature’s jaws, and was wholly aghast as to how it managed not to shear straight through the rubber tubing. Its head tilted and it made an attempt to tug and shred them apart from the side, but clearly it didn’t achieve the desired effect. As a single severed vein kicked up, spraying steam against its bloodied cheek, the dragon’s face contorted into a savage snarl.
Whether from the fog off the hydraulics, or a fire it had yet to breathe, the Knucker’s low bellow was accented by a smoky vapor that hissed from its nostrils and snaked out between its teeth, flowing over and around the Cyborg’s body like the tentacles of a sea beast. His lungs shuddered beneath his punctured respirator and his pounding heartbeat as he dared to lift his gaze and look the dragon in the eye.
It was unlike anything he ever could have imagined. He could see every mark and wrinkle of the creature’s cerulean irises, framed in their black sclerae beneath a surface of polished glass. They stared back with an intensity he felt might bore a hole through his sanity, darting from one of his eyes to the other beneath the Cyborg’s goggles.
As if in synch, the Knucker’s lower eyelid seized just has the muscles in the Cyborg’s chest clenched in pain.
His eyes managed to cut away from the dragon’s gaze and up over its body. It had three, no, at least four bullets embedded in its flesh, and a heavy knife wound was painted across its chest. The blood that dripped from its mouth wasn’t from any victim—it was from the multitude of scars hacked into its upper jaw and across his muzzle. Most of the fight scene here, painted in blood on the boiler room walls, was painted by the Knucker. It had suffered the worst, but managed to handle it the best.
This cold fusion of two worlds, ones which could have melded without a flaw, had been nothing less than a disaster
Yet this massive, alien creature was no monster. The chains of beads wrapped expertly around its neck and limbs were a testament to that. It may have never wanted to be here—never wanted to kill—but any creature, no matter its size or skill or brainpower, will find itself incapable of hesitation when it has to fight for its own survival. Whatever its original intentions were, when it arrived its life was put in danger. So much so, that there was no option of flight, only fight. Its pain and panic were so strong that only a pure rampage would set it free; to slaughter every standing threat was the only way he could ensure they couldn’t hurt him anymore.
There would be nothing to keep him from battling for the ultimate prize in the fight for survival.


Fifth Friday/Corrin (The Knucker) (c) :iconexatitan:
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xTernal7's avatar
Nice one, I must say, colors are nice as well, details done well enough...
Respond to note: Setting brightness higher won't solve that problem with image too dark - it's happening with mine pictures on other monitors lots of times. Problem that causes that is either in graphic card or in monitor itself.