Alright. Think of a lion. yep, body, head, feet, everything. Now, add a goat head. and a dragon's head. and a full hooded cobra for a tail. Give it huge, demonic wings and the ability to breath fire and spit venom from all four heads.
Bam. Chimaera.
Terrifying, huh?
These bastards act as guard dogs (and sometimes thugs) for *Insert type of creature here*'s homes. Pretty much every type of critter (at least that are intelligent enough) use these as guards.
Avoid. At all times.
I've seen grenades, mines, and an RPG blow up in these guy's faces. They stumbled.
Their hides are like steel, able to withstand acid, explosions, cutting weapons, bullets, everything.
If you really want to try, aim down their throats. Kill them from the inside.
Weaknesses
- Their Insides. A bullet to the forehead won't do a thing, but a grenade down the throat? perfect. If you can't find grenades, at least have an assault rifle. any less, you might as well run.
- The wings. As tough as they are, the thin membrane of the bat-ish wings is subject to tearing. it won't kill it, but maybe you can get it in enough pain to make it back off.
- Poison. Cyanide in their water bowls will make them groggy. They're immune to death from poisons and venoms, but they make them high as fuck.
Survival Tips
- RUN, YOU IDIOT! No explosives, no go.
- Be sneaky. If they don't spot you, they can't attack.
These motherfuckers are incredibly dangerous, with the strength of 30 men, easy.
I've even seen one of these. It was drugged, in the Lab (I'm not saying what the Lab is just yet. I've gotta be ready for that.) Even lethargic and calmed, it kept breathing fire and scaring my...friends.
Most mythologies have truth in them. You gotta believe!
And that's the truth.
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