Last week we did free writing with our teacher, We had to pick a picture of pobble 365 and write about it this is mine.
The behemoths stormed through trees stepping on houses and people, The sound of women and children screaming catapults flinging massive boulders at the strange behemoths. Beside the behemoths, large ships flew above the ground too small to fit the behemoths but large enough to carry a village full of people. Ropes fell down from the flying ships men not far behind sliding down to fight the village below. Leaching boulder after boulder no one would break the mechanical flesh protecting the ones controlling it. My army wasn't from the village being raided, we were from a much bigger village looking for trade when we discovered the enemy.
We had portable catapults just in case, a large explosion happened when one of the boulders pierced the propeller of one of the flying ships. The ship was going down towards a behemoth, On impact, an explosive wave of heat shocked the ground knocking me off my horse. A patch of the metal skin was exposed allowing more and more boulders to penetrate the metal behemoth, The metal behemoth crumbled to the ground.
The second behemoth spotted the mountain we were on, quickly my men jumped on their horses to escape, fear struck through my brain as I remembered my horse running down the mountain a few moments ago. Clutching my spear I sprinted down the mountain as a sideswipe from a metal hand smashed the side of the mountain. The hand missed and I dived behind a rock, a little glimpse from behind the rock revealed a small weak point on the beast's head.
On the ground next to me my spear was laid, I was always good at throwing spears so I picked the spear up and chucked the spear at the weak point. The spear pierced the metal armor bringing the behemoth down. The flying ships were grabbed down to the ground using the massive crossbow down in the village. 25 years later a massive figure appeared in the ocean but was hidden by fog.
