Werehog Metal Sonic Novels & Stories

I had to use the environment. "I can slave the yard’s old acoustic sensors to a localized loop," I said, my mind racing as the "Architect" pivoted to industrial sabotage. "If I can get the old steam-whistles and the foundry sirens to trigger on a delay, I can create a 'Sonic Screen.' It’ll blow their eardrums and mask your movements." "Do it," Enzo said. He was standing over a massive, rusted anvil, sharpening a machete with a whetstone. The shick-shick-shick was the only heartbeat the room had.

Those vamps had juiced themselves up to resist silver, but it made their hearing super sensitive. The right high-pitched sound could blow their minds, literally. Armed with that intel, Ethan wasted no time. He rallied the clan's warriors, and they laid siege to the vampire den. There was no need for a messy fight this time. Ethan commanded from the cave's mouth. The wolfkins inhaled deeply and unleashed a sonic assault of howls at the highest pitch. The sound waves rolled through the mountains, and the cave filled with the vampires' agonized screams. Their brains could not handle the noise and burst.