Sam was in some deep shit. He had misguaged distance and now here would be his first time he accidentally ran over someone. He felt nothing as he collided with the first few of the Lizardmen, breaking every single bone in an instant. Soon the rest of the body eventually got grinded to a paste beneath rapidly spinning wheels. Thankfully, due to the paste causing an extreme amount of wheelslip, Sam soon came to halt. Bill was in for a hell of a time.
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Torth couldn’t describe what he saw. The 10 men who were to stop the locomotive lie dead, guts a blood strewn through the wheels of the Beast. After the collision happened the monster had continued to move, but eventually stopped. Torth almost sprinted to the ladder but that was not before he heard some very angry shouting in a foreign language
“What the actual fuck Sam!”, the voice said along with a loud banging, presumably the owner of the voice hitting something.
“Misgauged distance my ass Sam, you know you could have stopped but nooooooo, you had to keep on going!”
“We mind as well try and get moving again, there is practically no chance we will get a good first contact now.”
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After the shouting match Torth figured now was his best chance to confront the voice. He forces the door open, confronting the voice. What he saw was unexpected, a lizardman in strange stained clothing sitting on a small seat who was visibly shocked.
“Shit.”, He heard it utter.
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Bill was not having a good day. First Sam rammed into some poor guys, flattening them in a spray of red, and now he had to deal with being hauled off by presumably a guard and brought in for questioning. Sadly the first thing he noticed was that there was going to be a language barrier, and it was going to be a pain to get around.
Currently he is being held in a small room akin to a prison cell. The first thing to be noticed when being thrown in the room was the steel rails that ran right through it, meaning if Sam wasn’t hauled off somewhere he could break him out. He was given some food and water after he was thrown in, but it was nothing really fulfilling, a small slice of bread and a simple glass.
After an unknown amount of time had passed, he was put into another room with two lizards. One held a large amount of paper, while the other was adorned in armor. They pulled out a piece of paper, wrote what was presumably a letter, (Imagine and T and a N merged) and made a sound. It was English class all over again, but this time with a sword welding guard and in prison. He prayed to whatever god that he held the will power to make it through.