Z was pacing through the dark, metalic halls, searching for any sign of the Prototype's worshippers. He was looking around, noticing that the red smoke was much more powerful then normal. Z was tense, his ears occasionally twitching, rotating like satellites, sacnning for any noise when he froze. In the distance he heard footsteps rapidly approaching. He got his sword out, stalking silently towards the noise; his breath completely silent.
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