RE: [Wizard Jail] (mini-battle)
08-21-2017, 04:02 AM
(This post was last modified: 08-21-2017, 04:22 AM by Hellfish.)
The sudden meeting of Vanth and Butterfly plunged the auction hall into chaos. The scantily-clad Butterflies roared in like a tide, taking advantage of Vanth’s confusion- evidently the gang hadn’t expected their rivals to overcome their distractions quite so quickly. The gangsters who had been guarding the door were bowled over and crushed beneath high-heeled feet, flailing in shock. The rest surged in with deadly intent behind Vocifer, his barely-visible eyes locked on Nyctitus.
Vanth whinnied and reared in fury, striking a wayward kyton with his gleaming hoof. “To me!” he called, the rest of his forces gathering around his flanks. The sorcerer he’d trusted with the gem raised it like a beacon behind the charging unicorn, letting its eerie sky-blue light flood through the hall. His fighters seemed to take courage from its glow, rushing forward to meet the Butterfly forces with bloodthirsty indignation.
Nyctitus scrambled backwards as Vocifer cleared the brunt of the Vanth fighters and rushed at him, swinging his enormous axe with a vicious grin. It had been years since the kraken had fought without magic and he felt weak and naked without it- though not nearly as naked as Vocifer was right now, to his deep discomfort. Vocifer bellowed and thrust his axe forward as Nyctitus barely blocked in time, wrapping a tentacle as thick as the warrior’s waist around his arm.
Growling with effort, Nyctitus dragged Vocifer towards him as the pair struggled madly over the axe, turning every which way. The draconic fighter was surprisingly strong for such a pitifully small creature, but Nyctitus’ weight advantage began to tell as Vocifer slid slowly, inexorably, towards the kraken. He parted his foremost tentacles, revealing a razor-sharp beak as long as Vocifer was tall snapping just shut of a draconic wing.
“Give up,” Nyctitus hissed, flaring his exposed gills and tightening his grip on Vocifer’s arm. The fighter snarled back and pushed the axe forward a precious inch towards the kraken’s heaving body, its razor edge glittering. The human took a deep breath, his chest trembling, and Nyctitus laughed with his beak wide open. “Tired already, human? You should- rrraaAAGGH! Motherfucker!”
The dragonman had loosed a torrent of white-hot flames from his mouth straight into the kraken’s yawning beak. Nyctitus choked and reeled as in the same instant Vocifer slipped his axe free of his grip and sent it crashing down on the nearest tentacle.
Nyctitus bellowed in pain, flattening a few of the nearest Vanth fighters from the noise alone as he withdrew a bleeding stump where one of his tentacles had been. “You’ve cut off my arm,” he said, shocked. The disembodied limb- one of his feeder tentacles, a dozen meters longer than the rest- thrashed about like a maddened snake, crushing the smaller inmates in its path. Blue blood spattered wildly from its stump.
“Vocifer Vox will cut off more than that,” the draconic fighter said, kicking a goblin out of the way. He pointed his axe between Nyctitus’ eyes. “You are already dead, squid!”
Furiously Nyctitus charged, his beak open wide to devour the impudent dragonfucker, but Vocifer had the advantage of speed and maximum number of limbs. He sidestepped Nyctitus’ swinging tentacles and sliced again with his axe, severing another limb as the kraken gurgled in renewed agony.
“Vocifer dutifully swore to repay the loss of his falafel, and Vocifer will motherfucking succeed!” the fighter roared. He leapt nimbly atop the crest of one of Nyctitus’ thrashing arms, running along the slick surface as easily as if it were a forest path. He dived and ducked underneath the swinging tentacles, carving out footholds with his axe as the kraken frantically rolled, trying to dislodge his vicious passenger.
“Let it be known,” Vocifer roared, “That all who stand between Vocifer Vox and his falafel will perish in agony!” and he slammed his axe down on Nyctitus’ breathing prosthesis, shattering the glass and flooding the chamber with seawater as the kraken collapsed, gasping for water. Blackness overtook him as Vocifer prepared the axe for another strike, the edge glittering high above him like the sliver of a malicious moon, waiting to fall from the sky.
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“He’s not so big up close, is he? No wonder that dragonfucker nearly did for him.”
“Maybe not big, but definitely ugly. Eurgh, he’s still bleeding everywhere. Gross.”
Someone kicked him. Nyctitus opened one swollen eye, dark shapes swimming before him.
“Oh, good, he’s awake,” a voice said, and someone leaned over him with a blindingly bright lantern. He hissed and tried to pull away- tried, he realized, with his two missing limbs.
The figure standing over him- no, on him- resolved itself into a smug-looking harpy, her bare chest glittering with heaps of golden chains. “Hi there, big guy,” she said, grinning. “You owe us a lot for saving you. So much that, in essence, you basically belong to us now. Pretty good deal, huh?”
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1. Vanth's orb has such a strong antimagic field that the angels can't see what's going on around it. Why did they let it get sold in the first place? Do they know about it?
2. Vocifer trashed up Nyctitus pretty bad, but Blang saved him somehow. Now he owes them bigtime, they figure.
Vanth whinnied and reared in fury, striking a wayward kyton with his gleaming hoof. “To me!” he called, the rest of his forces gathering around his flanks. The sorcerer he’d trusted with the gem raised it like a beacon behind the charging unicorn, letting its eerie sky-blue light flood through the hall. His fighters seemed to take courage from its glow, rushing forward to meet the Butterfly forces with bloodthirsty indignation.
Nyctitus scrambled backwards as Vocifer cleared the brunt of the Vanth fighters and rushed at him, swinging his enormous axe with a vicious grin. It had been years since the kraken had fought without magic and he felt weak and naked without it- though not nearly as naked as Vocifer was right now, to his deep discomfort. Vocifer bellowed and thrust his axe forward as Nyctitus barely blocked in time, wrapping a tentacle as thick as the warrior’s waist around his arm.
Growling with effort, Nyctitus dragged Vocifer towards him as the pair struggled madly over the axe, turning every which way. The draconic fighter was surprisingly strong for such a pitifully small creature, but Nyctitus’ weight advantage began to tell as Vocifer slid slowly, inexorably, towards the kraken. He parted his foremost tentacles, revealing a razor-sharp beak as long as Vocifer was tall snapping just shut of a draconic wing.
“Give up,” Nyctitus hissed, flaring his exposed gills and tightening his grip on Vocifer’s arm. The fighter snarled back and pushed the axe forward a precious inch towards the kraken’s heaving body, its razor edge glittering. The human took a deep breath, his chest trembling, and Nyctitus laughed with his beak wide open. “Tired already, human? You should- rrraaAAGGH! Motherfucker!”
The dragonman had loosed a torrent of white-hot flames from his mouth straight into the kraken’s yawning beak. Nyctitus choked and reeled as in the same instant Vocifer slipped his axe free of his grip and sent it crashing down on the nearest tentacle.
Nyctitus bellowed in pain, flattening a few of the nearest Vanth fighters from the noise alone as he withdrew a bleeding stump where one of his tentacles had been. “You’ve cut off my arm,” he said, shocked. The disembodied limb- one of his feeder tentacles, a dozen meters longer than the rest- thrashed about like a maddened snake, crushing the smaller inmates in its path. Blue blood spattered wildly from its stump.
“Vocifer Vox will cut off more than that,” the draconic fighter said, kicking a goblin out of the way. He pointed his axe between Nyctitus’ eyes. “You are already dead, squid!”
Furiously Nyctitus charged, his beak open wide to devour the impudent dragonfucker, but Vocifer had the advantage of speed and maximum number of limbs. He sidestepped Nyctitus’ swinging tentacles and sliced again with his axe, severing another limb as the kraken gurgled in renewed agony.
“Vocifer dutifully swore to repay the loss of his falafel, and Vocifer will motherfucking succeed!” the fighter roared. He leapt nimbly atop the crest of one of Nyctitus’ thrashing arms, running along the slick surface as easily as if it were a forest path. He dived and ducked underneath the swinging tentacles, carving out footholds with his axe as the kraken frantically rolled, trying to dislodge his vicious passenger.
“Let it be known,” Vocifer roared, “That all who stand between Vocifer Vox and his falafel will perish in agony!” and he slammed his axe down on Nyctitus’ breathing prosthesis, shattering the glass and flooding the chamber with seawater as the kraken collapsed, gasping for water. Blackness overtook him as Vocifer prepared the axe for another strike, the edge glittering high above him like the sliver of a malicious moon, waiting to fall from the sky.
___
“He’s not so big up close, is he? No wonder that dragonfucker nearly did for him.”
“Maybe not big, but definitely ugly. Eurgh, he’s still bleeding everywhere. Gross.”
Someone kicked him. Nyctitus opened one swollen eye, dark shapes swimming before him.
“Oh, good, he’s awake,” a voice said, and someone leaned over him with a blindingly bright lantern. He hissed and tried to pull away- tried, he realized, with his two missing limbs.
The figure standing over him- no, on him- resolved itself into a smug-looking harpy, her bare chest glittering with heaps of golden chains. “Hi there, big guy,” she said, grinning. “You owe us a lot for saving you. So much that, in essence, you basically belong to us now. Pretty good deal, huh?”
___
1. Vanth's orb has such a strong antimagic field that the angels can't see what's going on around it. Why did they let it get sold in the first place? Do they know about it?
2. Vocifer trashed up Nyctitus pretty bad, but Blang saved him somehow. Now he owes them bigtime, they figure.