Scrambling on all fours, the telekinetic hastily crawled over to the box, his fingers digging into the schlopping mud as he clawed his way towards it, before he lifted himself from the ground and flew over to it.
His body thumped against it heavily as he came to a halt, immediately pressing his ear against the box and listening closely. Beneath the torrential rain and the chaotic sounds of the ongoing battle, a soft noise tickled his ear.
In, then out. In, then out. A stunted and mechanical breathing sounded from within the box, like a set of blacksmiths bellows being pumped over and over to stoke a flame.
Licking his lips, the telekinetics hand brushed down the crate as the latches sealing the lid closed flicked themselves open. All he had to do was open the crate and release the weapon, and they would stand no chance.
The weapon would destroy them all for their sinful life.
