Oliver Pike (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} notafishie) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} wariscoming, |
Pike had been quoting Speedy Gonzales the entire trip. He'd also been running. These two things weren't related. In fact, the running was because that damn kid had showed up again. But Pike knew, just knew, that everything would be fine once he got to the site.
Sure enough, he was right. The kid disappeared as he neared, and Pike fell in with the others, chanting in unison with them. It was all vaguely reminiscent of that scene from The Mummy. From there, he just chanted, seeming consumed with the task. He only occasionally darted glances at the key. It was too shiny. Kind of like looking at an eclipse.
He turned when things started happening, the chanting slowly dying off as he watched. They thought they could take the key? That wasn't going to happen. That couldn't happen. It would ruin the big day! If only he had his weapons... His Big Damn Gun would've come in handy right now. Oh well, he still had his fists. He stormed forward towards the nearest of the interlopers and threw a good, solid right hook.