RE: [Wizard Jail] (mini-battle)
08-17-2017, 10:12 PM
“Well, well, well,” Vanth said, “Look who it is.”
For all that the unicorn was several size categories smaller than him, Vanth made Nyctitus deeply uncomfortable. He deeply wished that he was still invisible; there was a coldness in the unicorn’s deep blue eyes that even the bottom of the sea couldn’t match. He had no doubt that he could simply pick the glorified horse up and take a bite out of it, but something told him Vanth might be poisonous.
“The kraken from the cafeteria,” the unicorn continued. “Spying? On us? I can’t imagine why.”
“I was hardly spying. This is a public hall,” Nyctitus retorted warily. Vanth members were gathering in a circle around him. They didn’t look friendly.
“We’ve made it decidedly un-public for the time being,” Vanth said. He tossed his pearly mane. “And yet you decided to show up anyway. Did you have designs on my prize?”
“Perhaps I wanted to see what else was being offered,” Nyctitus said coldly. He made his skin flush blue-black, hoping to intimidate the closest gang members. It only partially worked. “I have no interest in your schemes.” This earned him a glare from the chaos Angel. Wrong answer.
“None? I’m almost offended.” Vanth paced in front of him, putting on an air of disinterest as his tail whipped elegantly from side to side. “I supposed everyone will know soon enough. Still, I can’t help but feel that I should discourage further incursions.” He gestured with his head and two of the burliest gangsters came forward, a cackling gnoll and a clanking iron golem. The gnoll hefted her broadaxe, grinning wickedly.
Nyctitus growled. With the interference from Vanth’s gem, his repertoire of spells was next to useless, and even his size couldn’t protect him for long. The blank eyes of the Angels on the stage promised him no help from that quarter, even from the shifting mass of Snarl’s servant. It seemed he’d exhausted all goodwill on his god’s part for the time being. “You are brave,” he told the unicorn, coiling his tentacles. “I’ve eaten more landwalkers than I count. Your followers are nothing more than appetizers to me.”
“That may have been true on the outside, but in here I’m afraid you’re high and dry.” Vanth laughed silkily. “I suggest you-”
“VOCIFER VOX DEMANDS TO KNOW THE LOCATION OF THE FALAFEL- STEALING CEPHALOPOD!”
Unicorn and kraken alike turned towards the entrance of the hall as the dragonman exploded through the barrier of Vanth gangsters in an explosion of flames, Butterflies close at his heels. He pointed dramatically to Nyctitus, his face was obscured by a gimp mask well-adorned with chains and studs. The rest of his outfit- well. At least it looked breezy.
“PREPARE TO FACE CHICKPEA-BASED JUSTICE, SQUID!”
For all that the unicorn was several size categories smaller than him, Vanth made Nyctitus deeply uncomfortable. He deeply wished that he was still invisible; there was a coldness in the unicorn’s deep blue eyes that even the bottom of the sea couldn’t match. He had no doubt that he could simply pick the glorified horse up and take a bite out of it, but something told him Vanth might be poisonous.
“The kraken from the cafeteria,” the unicorn continued. “Spying? On us? I can’t imagine why.”
“I was hardly spying. This is a public hall,” Nyctitus retorted warily. Vanth members were gathering in a circle around him. They didn’t look friendly.
“We’ve made it decidedly un-public for the time being,” Vanth said. He tossed his pearly mane. “And yet you decided to show up anyway. Did you have designs on my prize?”
“Perhaps I wanted to see what else was being offered,” Nyctitus said coldly. He made his skin flush blue-black, hoping to intimidate the closest gang members. It only partially worked. “I have no interest in your schemes.” This earned him a glare from the chaos Angel. Wrong answer.
“None? I’m almost offended.” Vanth paced in front of him, putting on an air of disinterest as his tail whipped elegantly from side to side. “I supposed everyone will know soon enough. Still, I can’t help but feel that I should discourage further incursions.” He gestured with his head and two of the burliest gangsters came forward, a cackling gnoll and a clanking iron golem. The gnoll hefted her broadaxe, grinning wickedly.
Nyctitus growled. With the interference from Vanth’s gem, his repertoire of spells was next to useless, and even his size couldn’t protect him for long. The blank eyes of the Angels on the stage promised him no help from that quarter, even from the shifting mass of Snarl’s servant. It seemed he’d exhausted all goodwill on his god’s part for the time being. “You are brave,” he told the unicorn, coiling his tentacles. “I’ve eaten more landwalkers than I count. Your followers are nothing more than appetizers to me.”
“That may have been true on the outside, but in here I’m afraid you’re high and dry.” Vanth laughed silkily. “I suggest you-”
“VOCIFER VOX DEMANDS TO KNOW THE LOCATION OF THE FALAFEL- STEALING CEPHALOPOD!”
Unicorn and kraken alike turned towards the entrance of the hall as the dragonman exploded through the barrier of Vanth gangsters in an explosion of flames, Butterflies close at his heels. He pointed dramatically to Nyctitus, his face was obscured by a gimp mask well-adorned with chains and studs. The rest of his outfit- well. At least it looked breezy.
“PREPARE TO FACE CHICKPEA-BASED JUSTICE, SQUID!”