Re: The Adventurer's Battle (Round One: Room 1-0A)
09-01-2011, 03:45 AM
The nagwitch charged up some of her powerful magic and sent out a burst of flame at the zombie dog. It was very ineffective and only served to make her frown in such an angry way that a passing bellboy actually got sick from the spite emitting from her.
Wazda did not enjoy it when her magic did not work. She didn't like a lot of things. She didn't like odd beings who decided that they would have her pointlessly fight seven others. She certainly did not enjoy it when a creature that had failed to willingly pass on. And she certainly did not enjoy it when the same mutt did not pass on after she sent one of her spells in its direction. And perhaps, more than anything else, she did not like being called fat! (Even if it was somewhat impllied.) Wazda clenched her fist and charged a large ball of flame.
It didn't take a rocket scientist to realize that when some possibly insane ghost lady raises her hand up and begins to conjure up a giant ball of flame, you turn tail. While the unconscious bellboy beckoned for entry into his maw, he reluctantly ran the hell away from the insane purple lady.
Normally, the distance that the dog placed in between them wouldn't actually be enough for the surprising amount of magic and spite flowing through the ghost witch. However, to the luck of the people in the vicinity of her giant ball of fire, she suddenly caught a case of the hiccups.
"HICCUP!"
The extremely powerful hiccups made the spirit jump vertically ascend higher up the hotel floors.
Right behind where she used to be, a non-descript man with hiccups, felt cured. He breathed for a few moments, trying to see if it had really happened, if he was truly free. "I.. I can speak... normally. Without hiccups! THIS IS WONDE-HICCUP."
Upon seeing that his curse had not left him, the man simply turned around, slowly wiping the tears that began to form...
Wazda did not enjoy it when her magic did not work. She didn't like a lot of things. She didn't like odd beings who decided that they would have her pointlessly fight seven others. She certainly did not enjoy it when a creature that had failed to willingly pass on. And she certainly did not enjoy it when the same mutt did not pass on after she sent one of her spells in its direction. And perhaps, more than anything else, she did not like being called fat! (Even if it was somewhat impllied.) Wazda clenched her fist and charged a large ball of flame.
It didn't take a rocket scientist to realize that when some possibly insane ghost lady raises her hand up and begins to conjure up a giant ball of flame, you turn tail. While the unconscious bellboy beckoned for entry into his maw, he reluctantly ran the hell away from the insane purple lady.
Normally, the distance that the dog placed in between them wouldn't actually be enough for the surprising amount of magic and spite flowing through the ghost witch. However, to the luck of the people in the vicinity of her giant ball of fire, she suddenly caught a case of the hiccups.
"HICCUP!"
The extremely powerful hiccups made the spirit jump vertically ascend higher up the hotel floors.
Right behind where she used to be, a non-descript man with hiccups, felt cured. He breathed for a few moments, trying to see if it had really happened, if he was truly free. "I.. I can speak... normally. Without hiccups! THIS IS WONDE-HICCUP."
Upon seeing that his curse had not left him, the man simply turned around, slowly wiping the tears that began to form...