Re: The Fearsome Encounter (GBS3G8) [Round 1: Circumlocution]
10-25-2011, 02:41 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Akumu.
Redclaw leapt for Triumphian, claws spread wide. His Holiness managed to fall backwards and bring his staff up around to block the leap, pinning Redclaw's arms to his torso. The Warchief strained forward with snapping jaws as the pair tumbled over, almost reaching the scaled throat of his adversary. Triumphian shoved outwards and the werewolf's momentum carried him past, flipping through the air to land in a crouch, digging furrows in the grass as he skidded back. As soon as he came to a stop, he surged upwards to fly at Triumphian again.
The saurian had pushed himself back onto his feet with his powerful tail, and was already whipping around in anticipation of the next attack. God's power flowed through him and through his holy staff, amplified by the righteousness of his predecessors to emerge as a blast of purifying light. The outermost layer of Redclaw's fur burst into flame, but his trajectory was unchanged and he slammed headlong into Triumphian and propelled them both crashing into the ruined remains of the warehouse.
The pair smashed through the flimsy material of the downed roof and into a maze of metal beams and smashed crates. Careening off one of these beams, werewolf and Lagran flew apart. Redclaw rolled about, yowling and beating at his burning fur, casting leaping shadows across the wreckage. These faded into the murk of the dust-choked air as the fires went out, leaving Redclaw's coat patchier and much less regal than usual. He got to his feet, wincing as some burnt skin crackled and split. All together, it could have been much worse. It turned out Triumphian was not an opponent to be taken down by a single over-powering strike. This was fine by Redclaw: it simply meant that the hunt could begin. He padded into the gloom in search of his prey.
Spoiler
Redclaw leapt for Triumphian, claws spread wide. His Holiness managed to fall backwards and bring his staff up around to block the leap, pinning Redclaw's arms to his torso. The Warchief strained forward with snapping jaws as the pair tumbled over, almost reaching the scaled throat of his adversary. Triumphian shoved outwards and the werewolf's momentum carried him past, flipping through the air to land in a crouch, digging furrows in the grass as he skidded back. As soon as he came to a stop, he surged upwards to fly at Triumphian again.
The saurian had pushed himself back onto his feet with his powerful tail, and was already whipping around in anticipation of the next attack. God's power flowed through him and through his holy staff, amplified by the righteousness of his predecessors to emerge as a blast of purifying light. The outermost layer of Redclaw's fur burst into flame, but his trajectory was unchanged and he slammed headlong into Triumphian and propelled them both crashing into the ruined remains of the warehouse.
The pair smashed through the flimsy material of the downed roof and into a maze of metal beams and smashed crates. Careening off one of these beams, werewolf and Lagran flew apart. Redclaw rolled about, yowling and beating at his burning fur, casting leaping shadows across the wreckage. These faded into the murk of the dust-choked air as the fires went out, leaving Redclaw's coat patchier and much less regal than usual. He got to his feet, wincing as some burnt skin crackled and split. All together, it could have been much worse. It turned out Triumphian was not an opponent to be taken down by a single over-powering strike. This was fine by Redclaw: it simply meant that the hunt could begin. He padded into the gloom in search of his prey.