Re: The Phenomenal Fracas! (GBS2G6): [Round One: Afterparty]
08-11-2010, 10:10 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by granolaman.
Tamerlane winced as searing pain raced through his arm. The bandage wrapping proved useless as blood trickled down his sleeve. Such advanced weaponry, it’s a wonder anyone from his world survives with this kind of power so easily available. Ripper finished reloading and fired another volley of deadly bullets. Between the terrible wound in his arm and the difficulty of shaping wet sand, it took all of Tamerlane’s concentration to maintain his shield.
Ripper laughed as he began loading another round into his gun, “Har, mate! It be all over for ye’! Best run up the white flag now, and spare me the trouble!”
Fool, if you think this fight is over then you’ve fatally underestimated me. He let the shield of sand melt into a formless blob. Wet sand may be heavy and resistant to shaping, but he could still move it. He pulled his arm back and threw the blob directly at the pirate.
The blob hit Ripper with a solid thump. The pirate was sent sprawling backwards as the ball broke apart from the impact. Perfect hit, thought Tamerlane as Ripper pulled himself out from under the damp debris.
“A solid blow, but it’ll take more than that to harm ol’ Blackmask!” he brushed clumps of sand off of his coat, “and ye made a serious blunder: ye went and threw away yer only defense! Yer finished, mate.” He raised his gun and pulled the trigger.
Click.
Nothing happened.
Click! Click!
The color drained from his face as he glanced at the gun. Wet sand clogged nearly every part of the weapon. “Uh-oh.”
Tamerlane had closed half the distance between them before the pirate even had a chance to react. A slender sword quickly formed in his hands as he reshaped the sand from around his arm. If he felt pain from the sand speeding across his fresh wounds, he didn't show it. He raised the new sand sword over his head and brought it down on the pirate. Ripper, in a state of near panic, ignited his jetpack and just blasted out of range by the skin of his teeth.
He quickly gained altitude, hoping to put considerable distance between himself and the sand shaper, the more the better. That’s when he noticed something shiny glinting through a nearby window. At last! The edge he’d been looking for. Ripper flew through the window and out of sight.
He’s gone for now, it looks like I’ve won this skirmish. I better make myself scarce, though, until I’ve had a chance to recuperate and gather fresh sand. Suddenly Ripper reappeared through the window with a wild look in his eyes, and what seemed to be a jewelry box in his hands.
“Now yer in for it! Ready yerself for a display of my Endorphic Core’s real power!” He opened the jewelry box and emptied the contents into the core. Even from the ground, Tamerlane could see Ripper’s physique bulge and grow with new strength.
He moved the sand to his fist, ready to react to whatever the pirate threw at him next. Well these people are proving to be mildly interesting at least.
Then the bar exploded.
Tamerlane winced as searing pain raced through his arm. The bandage wrapping proved useless as blood trickled down his sleeve. Such advanced weaponry, it’s a wonder anyone from his world survives with this kind of power so easily available. Ripper finished reloading and fired another volley of deadly bullets. Between the terrible wound in his arm and the difficulty of shaping wet sand, it took all of Tamerlane’s concentration to maintain his shield.
Ripper laughed as he began loading another round into his gun, “Har, mate! It be all over for ye’! Best run up the white flag now, and spare me the trouble!”
Fool, if you think this fight is over then you’ve fatally underestimated me. He let the shield of sand melt into a formless blob. Wet sand may be heavy and resistant to shaping, but he could still move it. He pulled his arm back and threw the blob directly at the pirate.
The blob hit Ripper with a solid thump. The pirate was sent sprawling backwards as the ball broke apart from the impact. Perfect hit, thought Tamerlane as Ripper pulled himself out from under the damp debris.
“A solid blow, but it’ll take more than that to harm ol’ Blackmask!” he brushed clumps of sand off of his coat, “and ye made a serious blunder: ye went and threw away yer only defense! Yer finished, mate.” He raised his gun and pulled the trigger.
Click.
Nothing happened.
Click! Click!
The color drained from his face as he glanced at the gun. Wet sand clogged nearly every part of the weapon. “Uh-oh.”
Tamerlane had closed half the distance between them before the pirate even had a chance to react. A slender sword quickly formed in his hands as he reshaped the sand from around his arm. If he felt pain from the sand speeding across his fresh wounds, he didn't show it. He raised the new sand sword over his head and brought it down on the pirate. Ripper, in a state of near panic, ignited his jetpack and just blasted out of range by the skin of his teeth.
He quickly gained altitude, hoping to put considerable distance between himself and the sand shaper, the more the better. That’s when he noticed something shiny glinting through a nearby window. At last! The edge he’d been looking for. Ripper flew through the window and out of sight.
He’s gone for now, it looks like I’ve won this skirmish. I better make myself scarce, though, until I’ve had a chance to recuperate and gather fresh sand. Suddenly Ripper reappeared through the window with a wild look in his eyes, and what seemed to be a jewelry box in his hands.
“Now yer in for it! Ready yerself for a display of my Endorphic Core’s real power!” He opened the jewelry box and emptied the contents into the core. Even from the ground, Tamerlane could see Ripper’s physique bulge and grow with new strength.
He moved the sand to his fist, ready to react to whatever the pirate threw at him next. Well these people are proving to be mildly interesting at least.
Then the bar exploded.