Re: Inexorable Altercation [Round I- The Sleeping World of Rock]
05-30-2010, 05:00 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by PlumFinder.
So much dilemma's.
Loran crouched at the edge of the second floor, looking down at the arena and the fight going on in there. He'd only seen part of it, but that had given him enough to think about.
Firstly, he had found out who the third party was. Apparently, they were some sort of stone golems guarding this labyrinth. They were of no importance. The other ones were doing a fine job dispatching them; Proof that these things were far from strong. Besides, they would be out of the picture the moment one of his enemies died.
More important was his other observation: The others were not fighting amongst each other. It might have been a temporary truce while they were fighting the golem thingies, except that the electric witch was disabled and none of them had made a move to kill her. Surely they weren't all too stupid to realize that would get rid of the golems as well? The big question was, what should he do now? He was not going to join that group unless he was without other options. He hated groups. There was no predicting when one would plunge a knife in your back.
And if he decided to kill one, who to kill? The weakest or the strongest were the obvious options. If he could catch the strongest by surprise that would be an advantage later on, but the robot, who was obviously the strongest –a flaming stripe still ran across Loran's vision from the suddenly fired gun – didn't look like the kind of being to let itself get surprised easily. The weakest was obviously the girl with the electrical gift. She was weakened by her own attack. Plus, the robot seemed to rely on her for powering up his gun. Yes, that would be –
One of the chairs, barely ten meters away from Loran, started moving. He stopped moving completely. Damn what was that? The chair attacked the remaining golem. He was either a member of the group in the arena, or another contestant who wanted to join them. Whoever he was, Loran quickly realized he'd have to reassess his opinion on who the strongest member of the team was.
He hated this. Had he had it his way, he would've had several days to prepare. His way was the way of the knife in the dark, not clear and open battle!
“Destroy the symbols!†Will yelled at the thing currently crushing the Bruiser's head. Voitrach, he remembered. A gravity-manipulating golem. Voitrach didn't respond, whether through lack of ears or mouth, Will didn't know. The Bruiser stumbled around, raising its remaining arm in an attempt to pull Voitrach off. Will nearly got crushed beneath one of the feet, and backed away, until he noticed the encryptions in the leg, and raised his knife again.
Loran landed soundlessly in the arena, directly behind the electricity witch. Everyone's attention was fixed on the big stone golem. If he was fast enough, he could slit the witch's throat and be gone before anyone noticed. If he was fast enough, and if he could prevent her from shouting out. If he was noticed, he'd have to come up with a really good excuse.
So much dilemma's.
Loran crouched at the edge of the second floor, looking down at the arena and the fight going on in there. He'd only seen part of it, but that had given him enough to think about.
Firstly, he had found out who the third party was. Apparently, they were some sort of stone golems guarding this labyrinth. They were of no importance. The other ones were doing a fine job dispatching them; Proof that these things were far from strong. Besides, they would be out of the picture the moment one of his enemies died.
More important was his other observation: The others were not fighting amongst each other. It might have been a temporary truce while they were fighting the golem thingies, except that the electric witch was disabled and none of them had made a move to kill her. Surely they weren't all too stupid to realize that would get rid of the golems as well? The big question was, what should he do now? He was not going to join that group unless he was without other options. He hated groups. There was no predicting when one would plunge a knife in your back.
And if he decided to kill one, who to kill? The weakest or the strongest were the obvious options. If he could catch the strongest by surprise that would be an advantage later on, but the robot, who was obviously the strongest –a flaming stripe still ran across Loran's vision from the suddenly fired gun – didn't look like the kind of being to let itself get surprised easily. The weakest was obviously the girl with the electrical gift. She was weakened by her own attack. Plus, the robot seemed to rely on her for powering up his gun. Yes, that would be –
One of the chairs, barely ten meters away from Loran, started moving. He stopped moving completely. Damn what was that? The chair attacked the remaining golem. He was either a member of the group in the arena, or another contestant who wanted to join them. Whoever he was, Loran quickly realized he'd have to reassess his opinion on who the strongest member of the team was.
He hated this. Had he had it his way, he would've had several days to prepare. His way was the way of the knife in the dark, not clear and open battle!
“Destroy the symbols!†Will yelled at the thing currently crushing the Bruiser's head. Voitrach, he remembered. A gravity-manipulating golem. Voitrach didn't respond, whether through lack of ears or mouth, Will didn't know. The Bruiser stumbled around, raising its remaining arm in an attempt to pull Voitrach off. Will nearly got crushed beneath one of the feet, and backed away, until he noticed the encryptions in the leg, and raised his knife again.
Loran landed soundlessly in the arena, directly behind the electricity witch. Everyone's attention was fixed on the big stone golem. If he was fast enough, he could slit the witch's throat and be gone before anyone noticed. If he was fast enough, and if he could prevent her from shouting out. If he was noticed, he'd have to come up with a really good excuse.