Re: The Phenomenal Fracas! (GBS2G6): [Round One: Afterparty]
09-17-2010, 11:19 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by granolaman.
The horned woman observed the new arrivals with disdain. One of them had all the appearances and mannerisms of a thief. The other was a liar, an imposter, wearing her false body. None of them were welcome in this place; they must all be dealt with. There was a more pressing matter at hand, though the thief was attempting to restore the insolent snake’s vitality. He had not yet fully experienced his punishment, she would have to intervene. She raised her hands and prepared to blast both Ripper and Syvex. As the energy gathered in her hand, she felt a soft scarf hastily coil around her legs. The scarf tightened and threw her to the ground as the bolt of energy fired harmlessly into the ceiling.
“Look lady, he already apologized, what more do you want?” Finch yelled at her, scarf ready for another attack.
His insolence must be punished, and so too, must yours.
“Punish me? Stronger people than you have tried and failed! Bring it!” Finch unleashed a flurry of bandages as the horned woman flew into the air, glowing with energy. Hurry up and win, you stupid reptile. Finch thought as she dodged another blast of energy, I don’t know if I can take her on my own.
***
Ripper watched as Syvex began to crackle with dark energy; the Core was doing its job, but the serpent didn’t stir. “C’mon ye beastie, how weak are ye? That much core shoulda been more than enough to get ye back on yer feet, er, tail!” He walked over to the prone snake, pulling out a small piece of the gold statue. Syvex continued to crackle as the pirate picked up the Core, put the gold into it and tossed it back down to him. “There, I’ve been mighty generous, now get up and fight like a man-snake-thin--“
Syvex let out a feral scream as the Core’s power flowed into him. He shot up in a twist of agony, teeth gritted in pain. The dark crackling across his body amplified until full-out arcs of dark energy were jumping from him. Ripper took a step back in surprise, this never happened when he used the Core. A jolt of darkness leapt from Syvex and hit him square in the chest. The charge sent him flying through the wall.
The cold darkness of the Periphery leaked into the room. In the distance, A muted bulb of yellow on the horizon marked the end of the night, but none of its light seemed to pierce through to the Periphery. Ripper picked himself out of the rubble and debris, coughing in the dust. “Now that’s more like it! *cough* Now fer a proper battle! *cough*” Inside, he could make out the dark shape of Syvex, the last of his wounds flickering shut. “Prepare to meet your maker! *cough* This’ll be a fight to tell me hearties back *cough* home! Where in *cough* blazes is all this *cough* dust coming from?”
The dust had stopped settling and seemed to be hanging in the air by some unnatural means. If anything, it had gotten thicker since he’d noticed. Slowly, the dust began to swirl without the slightest gust of wind. The swirl fluidly gathered together and made its way out the breach in the wall. Tamerlane appeared at the hole, a mass of sand and dust whirling behind him.
“Ah-ha! The sandman! Back for more? Only the bold or foolish challenge the great Blackmask a second time!”
Tamerlane ignored the pirate entirely, “Serpent, I’ve come with a counter-offer. Give me the Core, or I’ll make you wish for death.”
A reptilian hiss was his only response.
“I’m almost glad you chose that option.”
“Sorry mateys, but that Core’s not up fer bargaining. I’ll be taking it back now.”
A crash from the other battle grabbed Ripper’s attention. He glanced towards the noise, but his moment of distraction was met by a powerful wallop from the sand cloud. The pirate was knocked to side, and Tamerlane took the opportunity to race across the rubble towards the waiting Syvex. Forming his signature sand blade, the desert hunter closed the gap to his target and lunged.
The horned woman observed the new arrivals with disdain. One of them had all the appearances and mannerisms of a thief. The other was a liar, an imposter, wearing her false body. None of them were welcome in this place; they must all be dealt with. There was a more pressing matter at hand, though the thief was attempting to restore the insolent snake’s vitality. He had not yet fully experienced his punishment, she would have to intervene. She raised her hands and prepared to blast both Ripper and Syvex. As the energy gathered in her hand, she felt a soft scarf hastily coil around her legs. The scarf tightened and threw her to the ground as the bolt of energy fired harmlessly into the ceiling.
“Look lady, he already apologized, what more do you want?” Finch yelled at her, scarf ready for another attack.
His insolence must be punished, and so too, must yours.
“Punish me? Stronger people than you have tried and failed! Bring it!” Finch unleashed a flurry of bandages as the horned woman flew into the air, glowing with energy. Hurry up and win, you stupid reptile. Finch thought as she dodged another blast of energy, I don’t know if I can take her on my own.
***
Ripper watched as Syvex began to crackle with dark energy; the Core was doing its job, but the serpent didn’t stir. “C’mon ye beastie, how weak are ye? That much core shoulda been more than enough to get ye back on yer feet, er, tail!” He walked over to the prone snake, pulling out a small piece of the gold statue. Syvex continued to crackle as the pirate picked up the Core, put the gold into it and tossed it back down to him. “There, I’ve been mighty generous, now get up and fight like a man-snake-thin--“
Syvex let out a feral scream as the Core’s power flowed into him. He shot up in a twist of agony, teeth gritted in pain. The dark crackling across his body amplified until full-out arcs of dark energy were jumping from him. Ripper took a step back in surprise, this never happened when he used the Core. A jolt of darkness leapt from Syvex and hit him square in the chest. The charge sent him flying through the wall.
The cold darkness of the Periphery leaked into the room. In the distance, A muted bulb of yellow on the horizon marked the end of the night, but none of its light seemed to pierce through to the Periphery. Ripper picked himself out of the rubble and debris, coughing in the dust. “Now that’s more like it! *cough* Now fer a proper battle! *cough*” Inside, he could make out the dark shape of Syvex, the last of his wounds flickering shut. “Prepare to meet your maker! *cough* This’ll be a fight to tell me hearties back *cough* home! Where in *cough* blazes is all this *cough* dust coming from?”
The dust had stopped settling and seemed to be hanging in the air by some unnatural means. If anything, it had gotten thicker since he’d noticed. Slowly, the dust began to swirl without the slightest gust of wind. The swirl fluidly gathered together and made its way out the breach in the wall. Tamerlane appeared at the hole, a mass of sand and dust whirling behind him.
“Ah-ha! The sandman! Back for more? Only the bold or foolish challenge the great Blackmask a second time!”
Tamerlane ignored the pirate entirely, “Serpent, I’ve come with a counter-offer. Give me the Core, or I’ll make you wish for death.”
A reptilian hiss was his only response.
“I’m almost glad you chose that option.”
“Sorry mateys, but that Core’s not up fer bargaining. I’ll be taking it back now.”
A crash from the other battle grabbed Ripper’s attention. He glanced towards the noise, but his moment of distraction was met by a powerful wallop from the sand cloud. The pirate was knocked to side, and Tamerlane took the opportunity to race across the rubble towards the waiting Syvex. Forming his signature sand blade, the desert hunter closed the gap to his target and lunged.