A Venusaur was an animal of a honed nature, one of many before him with their abilities and ties to the natural world delicately etched into their genetics. Volgin was a twisted creature, something never meant to be engineered into a sort of cyborg, a power plant testing the limits of its host, in a single generation.
The first was meant to be. The latter, a failed ambition.
Vines exploded below his feet.
Reaction: grueling Spetsnaz training kicked in; he rolled, his body twisting at the right time; his mass worked for him, he knew how to move himself, he had decades to learn how to move all of himself effectively; he was on his feet again; motion to the right; fling, roll, catch, right, run; vine exploded across his back like a bullet; smelled like earth, smelled like the trenches; the vines yawned like the dead he would not be among; engage engage engage.
Connecting the vines with that gaping flower on the Venusaur's back, Volgin clawed across the wide face, unsure of how to grapple with a creature like this, and out of sheer rage, grabbed at one of the leaves and tore.
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The first was meant to be. The latter, a failed ambition.
Vines exploded below his feet.
Reaction: grueling Spetsnaz training kicked in; he rolled, his body twisting at the right time; his mass worked for him, he knew how to move himself, he had decades to learn how to move all of himself effectively; he was on his feet again; motion to the right; fling, roll, catch, right, run; vine exploded across his back like a bullet; smelled like earth, smelled like the trenches; the vines yawned like the dead he would not be among; engage engage engage.
Connecting the vines with that gaping flower on the Venusaur's back, Volgin clawed across the wide face, unsure of how to grapple with a creature like this, and out of sheer rage, grabbed at one of the leaves and tore.