Re: The Grand Battle S2G1! [Round One: Alpha Complex!]
05-29-2010, 04:33 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Lankie.
"Huh?" Maxwell looked sheepishly towards Jen, he didn't even hear her come in, apparantly neither did Sikarius. "Err hi. Maxwell."
"Huh, and that thing?" She said, pointing towards the writhing Wyrm. "Whats that thing?"
"Insolent girl! Do not remark me as a 'thing'! I am royalty! I demand your respect and obedience!"
"It's a parasitic organism which is keeping me alive." Maxwell said in a dull monotone. "Just ignore it, it's relatively harmle-urgh." Maxwell stumbled out of his chair, cluching his left arm in pain.
Jen got up from her chair, slowly advancing onto Maxwell, her hand reaching for her pistol. "You okay?"
Maxwell brought his right arm up, beckoning Jen to stay where she was. His left arm began to vibrate violently as Maxwell began growling in pain.
With a final scream, his left arm exploded.
something rapidly grew to replace it, cancerous flesh and twisted bone formed. Where Maxwell's left arm was, was now a huge blade, made up with bone and tumors.
"Remember your place boy. You are my weapon, nothing more, nothing less. My patience with you is growing thin!"
Jen had pulled her handgun out as soon as the boy's arm exploded, he had him in her sights, while she backed off slowly.
"Damn you! Not yet! Turn it back you fucking asshole!" Maxwell plunged the new arm deep into the concrete wall, in an attempt to avoid any harm done. Sikarius chortled a twisted laugh inside Maxwell's head.
"Relax boy!" I am a Wyrm of my word. I merely wanted to make an example of you. I wouldn't want you thinking you were better than me, would I?"
The huge arm began to shrink in size, the excess bone crumbled into multiple pieces as the corrupt flesh retreated back into Maxwell's core. His left arm was swiftly replaced with more tendrils of flesh, which alarmingly quickly reformed into, what looked like a normal human arm.
"No. I guess we wouldn't."
"I...take it that is a normal thing?"
Maxwell collapsed back on the chair "You have no idea."
Sikarius hissed what would approximate to a laugh.
"Huh?" Maxwell looked sheepishly towards Jen, he didn't even hear her come in, apparantly neither did Sikarius. "Err hi. Maxwell."
"Huh, and that thing?" She said, pointing towards the writhing Wyrm. "Whats that thing?"
"Insolent girl! Do not remark me as a 'thing'! I am royalty! I demand your respect and obedience!"
"It's a parasitic organism which is keeping me alive." Maxwell said in a dull monotone. "Just ignore it, it's relatively harmle-urgh." Maxwell stumbled out of his chair, cluching his left arm in pain.
Jen got up from her chair, slowly advancing onto Maxwell, her hand reaching for her pistol. "You okay?"
Maxwell brought his right arm up, beckoning Jen to stay where she was. His left arm began to vibrate violently as Maxwell began growling in pain.
With a final scream, his left arm exploded.
something rapidly grew to replace it, cancerous flesh and twisted bone formed. Where Maxwell's left arm was, was now a huge blade, made up with bone and tumors.
"Remember your place boy. You are my weapon, nothing more, nothing less. My patience with you is growing thin!"
Jen had pulled her handgun out as soon as the boy's arm exploded, he had him in her sights, while she backed off slowly.
"Damn you! Not yet! Turn it back you fucking asshole!" Maxwell plunged the new arm deep into the concrete wall, in an attempt to avoid any harm done. Sikarius chortled a twisted laugh inside Maxwell's head.
"Relax boy!" I am a Wyrm of my word. I merely wanted to make an example of you. I wouldn't want you thinking you were better than me, would I?"
The huge arm began to shrink in size, the excess bone crumbled into multiple pieces as the corrupt flesh retreated back into Maxwell's core. His left arm was swiftly replaced with more tendrils of flesh, which alarmingly quickly reformed into, what looked like a normal human arm.
"No. I guess we wouldn't."
"I...take it that is a normal thing?"
Maxwell collapsed back on the chair "You have no idea."
Sikarius hissed what would approximate to a laugh.