Re: The Grand Battle S2G1! [Round One: Alpha Complex!]
07-05-2010, 06:51 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Lankie.
As it would turn out, the Alpha complex wasn't exactly a barrel of laughs at the best of times, at least not in the perspective of the contestants, who lack the mind of a more traditional trouble shooter. The place was a maze of grey corridors, occasionally broken up with small robot or a clone passing by, or in Sikarius' case, another meat sack passing by. One such corridor contained a panic fuelled clone, dressed in red overalls, clumsily running through monochrome labyrinth. Alas, his attempts of some form or escape were for naught, as a gruesome tentacle, topped with a boney blade pierced his chest and dragged him all the way back down. His screams do not last long, concluding in a cringe worthy splat. Maxwell emerge from corridor, his body unnervingly normal, he cleaned his face with a blood red rag.
"We are lost, again!" Sikarius screamed into Maxwell's mind, who unflinchingly carried on his stride. "Oh please. I'm giving you bodies to kill aren't I?" Sik wriggled uncomfortably round Maxwell's neck, "They are too easy! They may as well be dead to begin with!" Maxwell chuckled, something that would look twisted to some one else's eyes. He spotted another clone in the distance, nonchalantly walking, unaware of Maxwell's presence. "I bet I can take his head off from here." The thought synched with Sik perfectly and as if on command, Maxwell's right arm grew in length substantially, replacing his hand with a disgusting mess of tumour and sharp bone. Maxwell twirled his new arm as if casting a fishing rod into the ocean, he then launched it clonewards.
The blade throw was perfect, in timing and accuracy, the mass of flesh and bone cleanly removed the clones head before he could turn in direction, leaving nothing but a body spewing blood like some sick fountain. The arm embedded itself in the now claret stained concrete wall. As if by some twisted fate, the arm happened to show itself near an intersection passing R&D, Weo and Jen glanced at the line of pulsating rotten flesh with some amount of interest.
More so in Weo, who saw this opportunity to kill something more challenging than such pitifully fragile clones, he took his War Scythe and cleanly cleaved the arm in two.
Maxwell yelped in pain, he was used to the removal of limbs but he wasn't exactly expecting such a thing to happen now, Sikarius writhed and screamed loudly, mostly in anger than in pain. The remainder of Maxwell's arm retracted back to his body, while the section removed quickly began crumbling into a fine powder. Weo, glided into the subsection to see Maxwell, clutching his arm in pain. The boy looked up and panic began flooding in. "Ah! Err, hi! Umm, Weo was it? How's...things?"Weo didn't respond, he merely raised his Scythe in preparation. "Y-you wouldn't kill one of your own team-mates would you?"
"I am the leader." Weo said, his grip tightened. "I can do what I want."
Maxwell's gaze hardened on the Rillian. "Finally! Someone who could offer up a challenge!" Sikarius dug itself back into Maxwell's body. "You better not pussy out on me now boy!" Maxwell rose his damaged arm, exploding in a complex mess of bones, cartilage and tumours. "Alright, have it your way!" Maxwell charged at the Rillian, who readied his stance to counter efficiently, Maxwell dropped his arm down with such a force it shattered the stone floor effortlessly. Weo easily dashed away and swung with his huge Scythe, meeting with Maxwell's arm with a mixture of a metallic clang and a fleshy squelch.
Meanwhile, Jen watched on, her hand idly on the hilt of 'Clive'.
As it would turn out, the Alpha complex wasn't exactly a barrel of laughs at the best of times, at least not in the perspective of the contestants, who lack the mind of a more traditional trouble shooter. The place was a maze of grey corridors, occasionally broken up with small robot or a clone passing by, or in Sikarius' case, another meat sack passing by. One such corridor contained a panic fuelled clone, dressed in red overalls, clumsily running through monochrome labyrinth. Alas, his attempts of some form or escape were for naught, as a gruesome tentacle, topped with a boney blade pierced his chest and dragged him all the way back down. His screams do not last long, concluding in a cringe worthy splat. Maxwell emerge from corridor, his body unnervingly normal, he cleaned his face with a blood red rag.
"We are lost, again!" Sikarius screamed into Maxwell's mind, who unflinchingly carried on his stride. "Oh please. I'm giving you bodies to kill aren't I?" Sik wriggled uncomfortably round Maxwell's neck, "They are too easy! They may as well be dead to begin with!" Maxwell chuckled, something that would look twisted to some one else's eyes. He spotted another clone in the distance, nonchalantly walking, unaware of Maxwell's presence. "I bet I can take his head off from here." The thought synched with Sik perfectly and as if on command, Maxwell's right arm grew in length substantially, replacing his hand with a disgusting mess of tumour and sharp bone. Maxwell twirled his new arm as if casting a fishing rod into the ocean, he then launched it clonewards.
The blade throw was perfect, in timing and accuracy, the mass of flesh and bone cleanly removed the clones head before he could turn in direction, leaving nothing but a body spewing blood like some sick fountain. The arm embedded itself in the now claret stained concrete wall. As if by some twisted fate, the arm happened to show itself near an intersection passing R&D, Weo and Jen glanced at the line of pulsating rotten flesh with some amount of interest.
More so in Weo, who saw this opportunity to kill something more challenging than such pitifully fragile clones, he took his War Scythe and cleanly cleaved the arm in two.
Maxwell yelped in pain, he was used to the removal of limbs but he wasn't exactly expecting such a thing to happen now, Sikarius writhed and screamed loudly, mostly in anger than in pain. The remainder of Maxwell's arm retracted back to his body, while the section removed quickly began crumbling into a fine powder. Weo, glided into the subsection to see Maxwell, clutching his arm in pain. The boy looked up and panic began flooding in. "Ah! Err, hi! Umm, Weo was it? How's...things?"Weo didn't respond, he merely raised his Scythe in preparation. "Y-you wouldn't kill one of your own team-mates would you?"
"I am the leader." Weo said, his grip tightened. "I can do what I want."
Maxwell's gaze hardened on the Rillian. "Finally! Someone who could offer up a challenge!" Sikarius dug itself back into Maxwell's body. "You better not pussy out on me now boy!" Maxwell rose his damaged arm, exploding in a complex mess of bones, cartilage and tumours. "Alright, have it your way!" Maxwell charged at the Rillian, who readied his stance to counter efficiently, Maxwell dropped his arm down with such a force it shattered the stone floor effortlessly. Weo easily dashed away and swung with his huge Scythe, meeting with Maxwell's arm with a mixture of a metallic clang and a fleshy squelch.
Meanwhile, Jen watched on, her hand idly on the hilt of 'Clive'.