Deviation Actions
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Zim looked back over his shoulder, smirking. “Prepare to be amazed!” He said, using his deep voice to emphasize “amazed”. He then turned and faced the Dib-hologram, using his left arm to heft the cannon with the butt resting against the hollow in his shoulder while with his right he pressed down upon the firing button on the side.
The back of the cannon glowed green, charging up, ready to fire, and suddenly smoking…
“No, no, NO!” Zim exclaimed as the weapon began to grow hotter and hotter. Then without a warning it suddenly exploded. The force of a small sun released in his arms.
To Wik it seemed as if everything was happening in slow motion. The cannon shattering in Zim’s grasp, Zim’s sudden yell of surprise and fear, and then blinding light as the energy stored within the cannon was instantaneously released.
Wik closed her eyes and covered her face as the blast engulfed the room, feeling small bits of exploded metal cutting her face. The cuts stung but Wik knew they would heal in a matter of moments; she was more worried about Zim who had been holding the weapon when it had exploded.
Smoke from the explosion obscured her sight but as soon as it began to clear she made her way forward into the room which had returned to its original state, no doubt damaged and unable to produce holograms any longer.
“Zim!” She called as the smoke drifted away, revealing Zim thrown back a few paces from where he had previously stood. He seemed motionless, perhaps unconscious, but as Wik moved towards him he stirred, sitting up slowly and suddenly feeling his left shoulder.
Wik winced in sympathy. Part of Zim’s uniform had been burned away and burns stretched down his left side from neck to wrist while a large shard of metal from the cannon protruded from his shoulder, buried deep within tissue and muscle.
Zim suddenly gripped the shard and Wik’s eyes grew wide. “No, Zim leave it!” She started to say, hurrying towards him. The shard was no doubt preventing him from bleeding out and removing it improperly could cause even further damage. She was too late though as Zim pulled the shard out of his flesh in one swift movement, letting out a shrill shriek of pain as he did so.
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I haven't drawn Wik in forever, so I figure while I'm sitting here with nothing to do I might as well draw her from a part of my little story. Yup.
