One stormy night the wind was howling and the wolves were barking. The trees were bending and the monster came to its position. The Policeator was an unprincipled beast who swamped the area like a hawk. Slowly, he would pounce on his prey like a cheetah with his fierce weaponry. Guns at his side and top, also dreaded sharp teeth. His eyes were shredders with horns that could slice a person in seconds.
Suddenly, he heard a noise deep in the woods with a ‘CRACK’ and a ‘CRUNCH’. Although he is afraid of the deep woods he went straight for it. When he got there he was as brave as a lion trying to find out what that noise was. Bravely, a gigantic monster truck launch out of the bush. The Policeator just realised it was his mate Crusher. But, a long time ago they had a fall out and they both hate each other.
Crusher murmured “Oh, still haven’t got any new weapons yet?”
“No, because I’m happy with the weapons I’ve got already.” Replied Policeator angrily.
“OK, loser!” bellowed Crusher.
Policeator was so angry that he pushed him back into the bush. Suddenly, an ultimate fight was under way.
Meanwhile, Crusher was thinking is this worth it to fight with one of his best friends and try to kill each other. But Crusher didn’t want to make friends again so he just carried on fighting. Guns were being fired everywhere until……
The Policeator was no longer in company.