Re: Intense Struggle! (Round 5 - Cervaled Fall)
08-21-2011, 02:33 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Ixcalibur.
Sister Clara was just about managing to hold off the crowd of guard robots advancing upon her, but that was all. She was never one for direct combat, even less so when her magic was being blocked by these machines. Aph on the other hand was clumsily dispatching the robots with relative ease despite the fact that she shouldn’t even be conscious. For the moment Clara opted not to question it, gift horses and mouths and all that.
Suddenly there was the noise of twisting metal and the catwalks began to shake violently. Clara gripped tightly onto the railings, and glanced down. Below them an entire section of catwalks was plummeting into the depths. With every shake of the catwalk came the sound of creaking metal from above.
Clara pulled her attention back to the battle, but not soon enough to dodge a blow from the nearest robot. As the guard struck her, it flicked on its taser, forcing several hundred volts into the nun. She stumbled back, clumsily tripping and landing heavily on the hard metal floor, an act that elicited an awful creak from above. The guard robot loomed menacingly over Clara, with more sliding forwards behind it. The most she could manage after such a shock was to crawl backwards away from the machine.
Aph stumbled dreamily towards the guard robot, bringing it down with a swift blow through the monitor. Before it had even hit the ground she was striding past it to take on the rest of the robots. Sister Clara glanced behind her, at the remains of the robots Aph had fought off. She stumbled towards the most in tact machine and examined it. She slammed her cane into its chest and after a minute or two of messing around with wires and things she didn't really understand she held in her hand a sphere which lit up blue to the touch.
Clara pushed herself to her feet and clutching the mana-dampening core behind her back, she watched as Aph took down the last remaining guards. Aph glanced around, presumably checking for more guards. After this she rather unceremoniously passed into unconsciousness.
Clara walked over to the downed nymph and prodded her with the cane of her swordstick. Whatever it had been that was keeping her animate had evidently given up now there were no enemies to fight. She walked over to where the sword of her swordstick had landed after Aeon's death and subsequent reanimation. For a long moment she held the sword in her hands and considered Aph. On the one hand she was extremely dangerous and unpredictable, but on the other it wasn’t her fault. Clara remembered how Aph had; under the influence of a truth ritual told her that B had done something that had changed her. In a way she was a victim at his hands. Clara sheathed her sword.
She became aware of the sound of someone approaching; specifically she noticed the manic pained laughter. Looking out over the catwalks she spotted a man with extremely pale green skin and tentacles where his mouth should be forcibly dragging an emaciated man with a missing arm. It was the dragged man who was cackling, his one hand pressed to his head.
Suddenly Clara was overwhelmed by pain. Her hands clasped to her head, she collapsed to the floor in agony. The mana-dampening orb she had been holding fell from her grip and deactivated.
Thane came to a stop in front of Clara. He shoved Lutherion to the ground causing another ominous creak from above, and picked up the orb. He regarded it for a moment and then cast it into the abyss. Aph was waking up.
It is not safe to remain here.
Aph strode towards the abomination and pressed her blade of darkness to his neck. “It was ever so nice of you to help out little old me!” she said with a grin. “But I don’t think I’m going to hold up my end of the bargain.”
What will you do when more of those guard robots turn up? And more will turn up… Thane demanded. You want out, I want out. Just work with me.
“Fine.” Aph said sulkily. “I see you brought me a treat.” She floated over to the crippled necromancer. His eyes were shut tight, his crazed laughter unceasing. Aph ran her fingers through his hair and smiled.
Do not dawdle. Thane instructed her. This prison is no longer stable.
“Yeah, sure whatever.” Aph said dismissively. She quickly retrieved her mana-draining core from amongst her pitch black tentacles and with a blade of that same darkness slit Lutherion’s throat. Lutherion laughed even as he spluttered and died. Dark grey mana flowed from his body and into the nymph. She let go of Lutherion, letting him flop to the floor, and turned her attention to Clara.
“Finally…” she said, and started to laugh a very familiar laugh.
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While Aegis ascended in one elevator B, Gadget and a group of guard robots descended in another. Gadget was unconscious, he’d used up all the energy he had animating the robots, one of whom now carried his unconscious form. To anyone else heading down into the catwalks that were slowly crumbling might have seemed foolish, but B was determined to protect as many people as he could from Aph.
The doors opened and revealed a scene of carnage. To be fair to the nymph not all of the bodies scattered across the catwalks were of her doing, some were the work of the other escapees. A man in a suit and plate armour laid dead, dried blood crusted round his mouth and nose. B and the robots moved quickly through the slaughtered corpses. In the distance he spotted Aph, along with someone he didn’t recognise. Sending out a couple mana-dampening robots ahead of him he made his way towards the nymph.
Sister Clara was just about managing to hold off the crowd of guard robots advancing upon her, but that was all. She was never one for direct combat, even less so when her magic was being blocked by these machines. Aph on the other hand was clumsily dispatching the robots with relative ease despite the fact that she shouldn’t even be conscious. For the moment Clara opted not to question it, gift horses and mouths and all that.
Suddenly there was the noise of twisting metal and the catwalks began to shake violently. Clara gripped tightly onto the railings, and glanced down. Below them an entire section of catwalks was plummeting into the depths. With every shake of the catwalk came the sound of creaking metal from above.
Clara pulled her attention back to the battle, but not soon enough to dodge a blow from the nearest robot. As the guard struck her, it flicked on its taser, forcing several hundred volts into the nun. She stumbled back, clumsily tripping and landing heavily on the hard metal floor, an act that elicited an awful creak from above. The guard robot loomed menacingly over Clara, with more sliding forwards behind it. The most she could manage after such a shock was to crawl backwards away from the machine.
Aph stumbled dreamily towards the guard robot, bringing it down with a swift blow through the monitor. Before it had even hit the ground she was striding past it to take on the rest of the robots. Sister Clara glanced behind her, at the remains of the robots Aph had fought off. She stumbled towards the most in tact machine and examined it. She slammed her cane into its chest and after a minute or two of messing around with wires and things she didn't really understand she held in her hand a sphere which lit up blue to the touch.
Clara pushed herself to her feet and clutching the mana-dampening core behind her back, she watched as Aph took down the last remaining guards. Aph glanced around, presumably checking for more guards. After this she rather unceremoniously passed into unconsciousness.
Clara walked over to the downed nymph and prodded her with the cane of her swordstick. Whatever it had been that was keeping her animate had evidently given up now there were no enemies to fight. She walked over to where the sword of her swordstick had landed after Aeon's death and subsequent reanimation. For a long moment she held the sword in her hands and considered Aph. On the one hand she was extremely dangerous and unpredictable, but on the other it wasn’t her fault. Clara remembered how Aph had; under the influence of a truth ritual told her that B had done something that had changed her. In a way she was a victim at his hands. Clara sheathed her sword.
She became aware of the sound of someone approaching; specifically she noticed the manic pained laughter. Looking out over the catwalks she spotted a man with extremely pale green skin and tentacles where his mouth should be forcibly dragging an emaciated man with a missing arm. It was the dragged man who was cackling, his one hand pressed to his head.
Suddenly Clara was overwhelmed by pain. Her hands clasped to her head, she collapsed to the floor in agony. The mana-dampening orb she had been holding fell from her grip and deactivated.
Thane came to a stop in front of Clara. He shoved Lutherion to the ground causing another ominous creak from above, and picked up the orb. He regarded it for a moment and then cast it into the abyss. Aph was waking up.
It is not safe to remain here.
Aph strode towards the abomination and pressed her blade of darkness to his neck. “It was ever so nice of you to help out little old me!” she said with a grin. “But I don’t think I’m going to hold up my end of the bargain.”
What will you do when more of those guard robots turn up? And more will turn up… Thane demanded. You want out, I want out. Just work with me.
“Fine.” Aph said sulkily. “I see you brought me a treat.” She floated over to the crippled necromancer. His eyes were shut tight, his crazed laughter unceasing. Aph ran her fingers through his hair and smiled.
Do not dawdle. Thane instructed her. This prison is no longer stable.
“Yeah, sure whatever.” Aph said dismissively. She quickly retrieved her mana-draining core from amongst her pitch black tentacles and with a blade of that same darkness slit Lutherion’s throat. Lutherion laughed even as he spluttered and died. Dark grey mana flowed from his body and into the nymph. She let go of Lutherion, letting him flop to the floor, and turned her attention to Clara.
“Finally…” she said, and started to laugh a very familiar laugh.
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While Aegis ascended in one elevator B, Gadget and a group of guard robots descended in another. Gadget was unconscious, he’d used up all the energy he had animating the robots, one of whom now carried his unconscious form. To anyone else heading down into the catwalks that were slowly crumbling might have seemed foolish, but B was determined to protect as many people as he could from Aph.
The doors opened and revealed a scene of carnage. To be fair to the nymph not all of the bodies scattered across the catwalks were of her doing, some were the work of the other escapees. A man in a suit and plate armour laid dead, dried blood crusted round his mouth and nose. B and the robots moved quickly through the slaughtered corpses. In the distance he spotted Aph, along with someone he didn’t recognise. Sending out a couple mana-dampening robots ahead of him he made his way towards the nymph.
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