DWP:. Chp 1 .:
"My baron, the effect of the Metal Head DNA have been an asset to the DWP. Our Weapon is now complete."
Erol stood in the center of the large throne room that lay in the centre of the palace. Baron Praxis, a hunk of muscle and Armour, frowned.
"You are sure of this, Commander? Only, I know you can be quite... Quick to speculate."
Erol shook his head, golden eyes glinting in the faint light.
"I am sure, sire. I could show you myself." His words came out calm, but inside, the racer was as excited as a sex crazed Crocadog. After a moments pause, the Baron rose from the throne.
"Fine. Let's just hope that these seven years of resources and research have been worth it. This 'Eco Freak' of yours has been our only hope of winning this war."
As Erol entered the cell, the instant heaviness of Dark Eco energy slapped them hard. Praxis, being unused to such a force, winced slightly.
"By Mar... Is this just his body energy?"
Erol nodded, walking through the large