Re: Intense Struggle! (Round 1 - The Abandoned Base)
02-08-2010, 03:39 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Ixcalibur.
Aph stepped out into the courtyard following Sister Clara. She was standing stock still just a step ahead of her and it was easy to see why. It was flooded with thick fog. The place was eerily silent, the only noise being the bitter crackling of energy that was still flowing out of Sister Clara's hand; a faint hiss. Aph stepped forward to be next to her love.
"This place is a hell of a lot more creepy than when we left it." she commented idly. Sister Clara glanced at her as if to suggest that this should go without comment. As she did so something moved out in the mist, an indistinct shape in the haze. There was a sick scrape. The sound of bone scraping against pavement. Aph tensed, readying her weapon. Sounds like that rarely led to good things happening. This was her opportunity to make up for what she had done. She would protect Sister Clara from whatever evil undead monstrosity was lurking in the mists.
"Hey!" she yelled into the mist. "Hey bitch! Get the hell over here so I can send you back there!"
Sister Clara sighed rather heavily. Aph was rather difficult to keep a track of. She seemed to leap at any chance for confrontation.
A dark shape began to move in the mist. Lurching forward was a scrape and sickening thump of bloated flesh striking hard against the ground. Aph grinned a little. This would be easy, and hey, maybe just this once Sister Clara wouldn't paralyse her mid attack. She loved Sister Clara but she could be so overprotective. Aph noticed another shape starting to move in the mists, and then a third. And then more and more. After a minute there was about fifteen. All thumping and scraping their way towards them. Aph noted that this was roughly the amount of corpses that there had been in the courtyard. She was feeling a little uneasy and the grin had changed to a frown of determination. The nearest one was close enough she could make it out a little better now. It was wearing the tattered remains of a brown shirt, it's skin was mouldy and in parts had fell completely away. It's eyes were blank and one of it's legs was snapped off at the shin, the bloody bone that had been scraping against the pavement. Aph stabbed forward, peircing it through the chest. It went limp for a second as the life appeared to drain out of it. Then it snapped back up, and carried on lurching towards them, impaling itself on the blade as it did so. Aph stood there in shock, her eyes wide, her mind completely blank.
Aph stepped out into the courtyard following Sister Clara. She was standing stock still just a step ahead of her and it was easy to see why. It was flooded with thick fog. The place was eerily silent, the only noise being the bitter crackling of energy that was still flowing out of Sister Clara's hand; a faint hiss. Aph stepped forward to be next to her love.
"This place is a hell of a lot more creepy than when we left it." she commented idly. Sister Clara glanced at her as if to suggest that this should go without comment. As she did so something moved out in the mist, an indistinct shape in the haze. There was a sick scrape. The sound of bone scraping against pavement. Aph tensed, readying her weapon. Sounds like that rarely led to good things happening. This was her opportunity to make up for what she had done. She would protect Sister Clara from whatever evil undead monstrosity was lurking in the mists.
"Hey!" she yelled into the mist. "Hey bitch! Get the hell over here so I can send you back there!"
Sister Clara sighed rather heavily. Aph was rather difficult to keep a track of. She seemed to leap at any chance for confrontation.
A dark shape began to move in the mist. Lurching forward was a scrape and sickening thump of bloated flesh striking hard against the ground. Aph grinned a little. This would be easy, and hey, maybe just this once Sister Clara wouldn't paralyse her mid attack. She loved Sister Clara but she could be so overprotective. Aph noticed another shape starting to move in the mists, and then a third. And then more and more. After a minute there was about fifteen. All thumping and scraping their way towards them. Aph noted that this was roughly the amount of corpses that there had been in the courtyard. She was feeling a little uneasy and the grin had changed to a frown of determination. The nearest one was close enough she could make it out a little better now. It was wearing the tattered remains of a brown shirt, it's skin was mouldy and in parts had fell completely away. It's eyes were blank and one of it's legs was snapped off at the shin, the bloody bone that had been scraping against the pavement. Aph stabbed forward, peircing it through the chest. It went limp for a second as the life appeared to drain out of it. Then it snapped back up, and carried on lurching towards them, impaling itself on the blade as it did so. Aph stood there in shock, her eyes wide, her mind completely blank.
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