Gritting my teeth, I fashioned my twin blades in a backhand grip as I began my ascent to the smoking hole that would have to function as my entrance. Every few seconds or so, a minor shockwave reverberated across the tower, threatening to loosen my grip as my arms trembled from the sheer force of the blows.
What the hell was going on in there?
*BOOM!*
Another explosion spewed forth from the open breach in the tower, followed by a brief flash of light before another lull settled across the building. My arms buckled with the ferocity of a spring tire as I struggled to maintain my hold. With no harnesses or solid footholds of any kind, one wrong slip-up and I was going to be a small stain on the ever furthering ground beneath me. With each meter that I climbed, I steeled my resolve even further as the sounds of battle became clearer the higher I managed to get into this blasted tower.
*clang... clang....*
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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