Re: Intense Struggle! (Round 1 - The Abandoned Base)
01-09-2010, 05:39 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Telamon.
Larus, never having witnessed necromancy beyond the crude biomechanical attempts of the Parathanatos Corporation on his home world, watched the sister's more...mystical efforts with interest. The resulting servant seemed able and obedient, and while not likely any kind of match for the contestants here, clearly a tool with a variety of uses, especially en masse. Larus was about to inquire further into Sister Clara's methods, when he caught sight of a pink blur making a beeline towards his tentative ally.
Instinctively, he stretched out his left arm to intercept the silver arc of the nymph's sword descending towards the sister's headdress. The sword struck his forearm, which, hardened to a steel-like consistency, deflected the blow. The Aph's momentum carried both combatants backwards, and Larus thrusted his right arm forward towards her midsection, fingers first. The nymph dodged backwards out of the range of the strike and hovered eerily, contemplating her next move. Larus eyed her unusual means of locomotion warily, unsure of the best technique for sparring against a foe with no footwork to watch. "See, this is exactly why I normally fight normals..." he thought to himself.
Larus, never having witnessed necromancy beyond the crude biomechanical attempts of the Parathanatos Corporation on his home world, watched the sister's more...mystical efforts with interest. The resulting servant seemed able and obedient, and while not likely any kind of match for the contestants here, clearly a tool with a variety of uses, especially en masse. Larus was about to inquire further into Sister Clara's methods, when he caught sight of a pink blur making a beeline towards his tentative ally.
Instinctively, he stretched out his left arm to intercept the silver arc of the nymph's sword descending towards the sister's headdress. The sword struck his forearm, which, hardened to a steel-like consistency, deflected the blow. The Aph's momentum carried both combatants backwards, and Larus thrusted his right arm forward towards her midsection, fingers first. The nymph dodged backwards out of the range of the strike and hovered eerily, contemplating her next move. Larus eyed her unusual means of locomotion warily, unsure of the best technique for sparring against a foe with no footwork to watch. "See, this is exactly why I normally fight normals..." he thought to himself.