Re: Intense Struggle! (Round 4 - Old Salem)
02-20-2011, 08:50 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by MalkyTop.
[color=#FF40F]So things were spiraling out of control, sort of. At least, the universe seemed to be throwing her pitches that followed an impossible path. Or whatever analogy would be perfect for this situation. Aph didn’t care. If things were getting weird, she wasn’t one to just sit and ponder things out, she was one to get angry.
Or rather, angrier.
As the townspeople suddenly decided that now was not a good time to hang around and watch an interesting witch-blacksmith fight and subsequently get turned into a newt, they fled in various directions, some indoors, some towards the outskirts of town. Eager to vent, Aph rose even higher, hopefully out of reach of any blacksmith’s flailing hammer, and just fired electricity everywhere, apparently under the assumption that if she aimed at nowhere in particular and at everywhere at once, she was bound to hit something, or, even better, someone.
She was barely paying any attention anymore. That was the only explanation for why she didn’t notice a frigging big dragon barreling towards her in the sky. The first thing that clued her to its presence was the sudden abundance of fire. The townspeople who still happened to be around stopped and gawped. None of them had probably ever seen a dragon before. (No, wait, that sounded weird…all of them had never seen a dragon before...? That's better.)
Aph drifted lower, away from the dragon, who seemed reluctant to land for some reason, before starting to rain lightning bolts from below. Was it ‘raining’ if it was coming from below, though? Because usually raining meant coming from above, right?
This line of thought was interrupted by another hammer to the head. Aph whirled around, but the blacksmith was already backing away and dodging lightning bolts with the usual annoying fleetfootedness.
Argh. Go too low and she would have to deal with a smelly old man who was somehow harder to kill than he should be. Go too high and she would have to deal with a dragon. Why was the world so frustrating.
You know what would be nice.
A bomb.
She briefly wondered how exactly one goes about making a bomb, but stopped. She was magic. She wasn’t about to get held up by something stupid like rules. If she wanted to make a bomb to erase the whole place off the face of the earth, then SHE WAS VERY WELL GOING TO.
She rose higher again, cackling madly, electricity running up her body and collecting in an increasingly-growing sphere above her, somehow writhing and alive…
From above, a dragon tail whapped her over the head, making her stumble and lose concentration. She snarled as the dragon whimpered a little from the sting of the shock. Nobody was letting her have her fun.
As she thought this, the blacksmith came from behind again and hit her on the side.
Not. Helping.[/color]
[color=#FF40F]So things were spiraling out of control, sort of. At least, the universe seemed to be throwing her pitches that followed an impossible path. Or whatever analogy would be perfect for this situation. Aph didn’t care. If things were getting weird, she wasn’t one to just sit and ponder things out, she was one to get angry.
Or rather, angrier.
As the townspeople suddenly decided that now was not a good time to hang around and watch an interesting witch-blacksmith fight and subsequently get turned into a newt, they fled in various directions, some indoors, some towards the outskirts of town. Eager to vent, Aph rose even higher, hopefully out of reach of any blacksmith’s flailing hammer, and just fired electricity everywhere, apparently under the assumption that if she aimed at nowhere in particular and at everywhere at once, she was bound to hit something, or, even better, someone.
She was barely paying any attention anymore. That was the only explanation for why she didn’t notice a frigging big dragon barreling towards her in the sky. The first thing that clued her to its presence was the sudden abundance of fire. The townspeople who still happened to be around stopped and gawped. None of them had probably ever seen a dragon before. (No, wait, that sounded weird…all of them had never seen a dragon before...? That's better.)
Aph drifted lower, away from the dragon, who seemed reluctant to land for some reason, before starting to rain lightning bolts from below. Was it ‘raining’ if it was coming from below, though? Because usually raining meant coming from above, right?
This line of thought was interrupted by another hammer to the head. Aph whirled around, but the blacksmith was already backing away and dodging lightning bolts with the usual annoying fleetfootedness.
Argh. Go too low and she would have to deal with a smelly old man who was somehow harder to kill than he should be. Go too high and she would have to deal with a dragon. Why was the world so frustrating.
You know what would be nice.
A bomb.
She briefly wondered how exactly one goes about making a bomb, but stopped. She was magic. She wasn’t about to get held up by something stupid like rules. If she wanted to make a bomb to erase the whole place off the face of the earth, then SHE WAS VERY WELL GOING TO.
She rose higher again, cackling madly, electricity running up her body and collecting in an increasingly-growing sphere above her, somehow writhing and alive…
From above, a dragon tail whapped her over the head, making her stumble and lose concentration. She snarled as the dragon whimpered a little from the sting of the shock. Nobody was letting her have her fun.
As she thought this, the blacksmith came from behind again and hit her on the side.
Not. Helping.[/color]