Re: Intense Struggle! (Round 2 - The Misty Swamp)
05-25-2010, 07:15 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Aryogaton.
Aegis charged forward, blinded by swamp water and careless of his direction. He expected to soon feel the sound of blade on flesh—the mere thought of it gave him some sort of unnatural satisfaction, and it seemed to close he was practically believing his own imagination. He certainly did not expect his face to ram into a strong wall of muscle and fur, much less receive a blow that knocked him several feet back and flung his broadsword out of his hands. After several seconds of thrashing, Aegis managed to stand up, only to meet the charge of a rushing bear. Luckily for him, it was slowed by the thick swamp, but the force of impact was large enough to knock him back down. Dazed, Aegis stood up once more and wiped off his face, his vision eventually adjusting. He saw the bear, which was now beginning to encircle him, and began to morph his gauntlets once more, before realizing that too much mass was lost in the broadsword.
By this point, Aegis' mind was saturated by the mist, and he lacked the reasonability to even make a witty remark. Instead, he let out a scream, and charged at the bear wielding only his bare gauntlets. The two muscle-bound giants met and began wrestling with each other, both fueled by mist and neither missing an opportunity to strike a blow to the other. With every metal claw came a metal fist, and vice versa. Only a well-aimed blow to the head from a spiked gauntlet shifted the fight to a side. Despite having helped him in attacking Aegis, B swatted Clara away as soon as she got in range. He then proceeded to pick up Aegis' barely-conscious body and threw him as far as he could, landing him deeper into the swamp with a splash.
By sheer stroke of luck, Aegis landed directly beside his broadsword. As soon as he realized this, he sprung up, wielding it again with a rejuvenated grin. The impact had seemed to knock a nearly-negligible amount of sense into him, and he reabsorbed his broadsword into his gauntlets, combined their masses, and began to form something more complex. An amorphous bulb appeared at his left hand, and an oblong machine began to take form. A metal sling appeared, wrapping around his shoulder and allowing him to aim with one hand. Aegis grabbed the nearest solid object—a decaying log that was practically mush—and fed it into a hole filled with blades in the back of his weapon. With a few seconds of warm-up, Aegis began firing a storm of splinters towards the general direction of B.
Despite using one of his most complex and force-intensive weapons, Aegis hardly harmed B at all. Most of the shots missed, and the ones that hit ricocheted off of B's thick fur—they were softened and decayed wood splinters, after all. Upon realizing this, Aegis' grin disappeared and, determined to not let his wooden ammunition go to waste, began to turn around, looking for a different target. He found one: a particularly thick squall of mist was headed towards him, and he immediately mistook it for Larus. He emptied an entire log's worth of splinters, and began wildly swinging his makeshift minigun towards his nonexistent enemy, now again within the mist's full effect. Soon, he lacked enough rationality to receive a metal gauntlet to his own face, knocking himself unconscious and into the swamp.
Aegis charged forward, blinded by swamp water and careless of his direction. He expected to soon feel the sound of blade on flesh—the mere thought of it gave him some sort of unnatural satisfaction, and it seemed to close he was practically believing his own imagination. He certainly did not expect his face to ram into a strong wall of muscle and fur, much less receive a blow that knocked him several feet back and flung his broadsword out of his hands. After several seconds of thrashing, Aegis managed to stand up, only to meet the charge of a rushing bear. Luckily for him, it was slowed by the thick swamp, but the force of impact was large enough to knock him back down. Dazed, Aegis stood up once more and wiped off his face, his vision eventually adjusting. He saw the bear, which was now beginning to encircle him, and began to morph his gauntlets once more, before realizing that too much mass was lost in the broadsword.
By this point, Aegis' mind was saturated by the mist, and he lacked the reasonability to even make a witty remark. Instead, he let out a scream, and charged at the bear wielding only his bare gauntlets. The two muscle-bound giants met and began wrestling with each other, both fueled by mist and neither missing an opportunity to strike a blow to the other. With every metal claw came a metal fist, and vice versa. Only a well-aimed blow to the head from a spiked gauntlet shifted the fight to a side. Despite having helped him in attacking Aegis, B swatted Clara away as soon as she got in range. He then proceeded to pick up Aegis' barely-conscious body and threw him as far as he could, landing him deeper into the swamp with a splash.
By sheer stroke of luck, Aegis landed directly beside his broadsword. As soon as he realized this, he sprung up, wielding it again with a rejuvenated grin. The impact had seemed to knock a nearly-negligible amount of sense into him, and he reabsorbed his broadsword into his gauntlets, combined their masses, and began to form something more complex. An amorphous bulb appeared at his left hand, and an oblong machine began to take form. A metal sling appeared, wrapping around his shoulder and allowing him to aim with one hand. Aegis grabbed the nearest solid object—a decaying log that was practically mush—and fed it into a hole filled with blades in the back of his weapon. With a few seconds of warm-up, Aegis began firing a storm of splinters towards the general direction of B.
Despite using one of his most complex and force-intensive weapons, Aegis hardly harmed B at all. Most of the shots missed, and the ones that hit ricocheted off of B's thick fur—they were softened and decayed wood splinters, after all. Upon realizing this, Aegis' grin disappeared and, determined to not let his wooden ammunition go to waste, began to turn around, looking for a different target. He found one: a particularly thick squall of mist was headed towards him, and he immediately mistook it for Larus. He emptied an entire log's worth of splinters, and began wildly swinging his makeshift minigun towards his nonexistent enemy, now again within the mist's full effect. Soon, he lacked enough rationality to receive a metal gauntlet to his own face, knocking himself unconscious and into the swamp.