RE: GB Disc 1: Untold Prophecy (Round 1 - Heatstroke)
08-17-2017, 11:58 PM
An airship violently landed on Anesidorius.
Her head rattled in her makeshift helmet as the air squeezed out of her gills by a waterfall of luggage and chairs. She let out a groan – it was painful, but not any much more than a pulled notochord. However, she worried the carnomancer suffered the same fate. She had plenty of enemies but she deign to allow them to hurt strangers. She proceeded to eat out of her cage of cable and metal.
She punched through the wall pulled her head through the window. She oddly felt like a worm wriggling out of an apple – only hundred more times as irate. She felt like shouting, so. She did.
“WHOSE IDEA WAS THIS?” She managed to pull a leg out, along with a good chunk of fuselage. She took a bite. “WHAT IS GOING ON? THERE WILL BE HELL TO PAY – ”
She got a hail of bullets for her troubles, her armor managed to dampen much of their potency but they were still penetrative enough to feel like stinging bees. Anesidorius pulled out in pained surprise and took to the skies with unwieldy grace.
While scanning the entire mess for her foe, she rapidly went through her mental catalog for the identity of the creature. Construct – most definitely, there was very little time between bursts for a mere humanoid. She could not taste any sort of magic in the air – definitely not enchanted either. Still, she felt uneasy about the prospect of facing her opponent again without preparation.
After all, dragons and bullets do not mix.
She flew to the carnomancer. The lizardman had already made quite a distance from the plane despite having a build more suitable for long periods of inaction. His expression was unreadable as expected but his eyes widened in surprise. “How are you still alive?”
“BEEN THROUGH WORSE,” she shrugged. “GET MY BACK.”
The carnomancer obliged and climbed on the slime-free saddle conveniently glued to her back. She sweeped up, leaving plumes of dust in the artificial sunlight.
Her head rattled in her makeshift helmet as the air squeezed out of her gills by a waterfall of luggage and chairs. She let out a groan – it was painful, but not any much more than a pulled notochord. However, she worried the carnomancer suffered the same fate. She had plenty of enemies but she deign to allow them to hurt strangers. She proceeded to eat out of her cage of cable and metal.
She punched through the wall pulled her head through the window. She oddly felt like a worm wriggling out of an apple – only hundred more times as irate. She felt like shouting, so. She did.
“WHOSE IDEA WAS THIS?” She managed to pull a leg out, along with a good chunk of fuselage. She took a bite. “WHAT IS GOING ON? THERE WILL BE HELL TO PAY – ”
She got a hail of bullets for her troubles, her armor managed to dampen much of their potency but they were still penetrative enough to feel like stinging bees. Anesidorius pulled out in pained surprise and took to the skies with unwieldy grace.
While scanning the entire mess for her foe, she rapidly went through her mental catalog for the identity of the creature. Construct – most definitely, there was very little time between bursts for a mere humanoid. She could not taste any sort of magic in the air – definitely not enchanted either. Still, she felt uneasy about the prospect of facing her opponent again without preparation.
After all, dragons and bullets do not mix.
She flew to the carnomancer. The lizardman had already made quite a distance from the plane despite having a build more suitable for long periods of inaction. His expression was unreadable as expected but his eyes widened in surprise. “How are you still alive?”
“BEEN THROUGH WORSE,” she shrugged. “GET MY BACK.”
The carnomancer obliged and climbed on the slime-free saddle conveniently glued to her back. She sweeped up, leaving plumes of dust in the artificial sunlight.