Re: The Savage Brawl [Round 1: Afterlife]
02-22-2010, 08:15 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Knask.
[background=#000000:3qinaa57]Damn gods, this was exactly the last thing he needed. Though the last thing he needed was what he always got first. Stalactites had been falling down around him everywhere he had been, and if anyone would have bothered looking closely, they would have seen a trail on the ground of falling stalactites revealing every place Calm had been crawling on the ceiling. Calm felt slightly stupid, he should have seen this coming, he always did. This new place situation was messing with his head.
Dr. Anarchy was firing wildly all over the place like a storm, and it seemed like this half mechanical man was controlling it. To make it worse, that living puddle had left a part of itself near them, and if Calm remembered the Cultivator's words correctly, it would slowly drive them (more) insane. This couldn't possibly end up pretty.
However, at the moment there was a far more pressing situation, the cybernetic lich had spotted him, and for some reason, wished to speak with him. Calm was not one to enjoy working together with others, but this lich seemed to share some similarities with him, and he seemed trustworthy.
Calm let go of the ceiling, and drew his hellknife mid-air before he landed gracefully next to the zombie. He grabbed it by it's neck, pulled it close to him, forcefully holding it still while he carved a symbol on the back of its head with his knife. He let go of it, and it stood still for some seconds before fire bursted out of the carvings and it's eyes. It fell to the ground, shaking and engulfed in flames. Then it stopped.
The zombie rose up again, standing still on its feet like normal, but its eyes, hands and its mouth were flaming. It groaned with a much deeper voice than before, crackling like a fire.
"Don't worry, I made it stronger."[/background:3qinaa57]
[background=#000000:3qinaa57]Damn gods, this was exactly the last thing he needed. Though the last thing he needed was what he always got first. Stalactites had been falling down around him everywhere he had been, and if anyone would have bothered looking closely, they would have seen a trail on the ground of falling stalactites revealing every place Calm had been crawling on the ceiling. Calm felt slightly stupid, he should have seen this coming, he always did. This new place situation was messing with his head.
Dr. Anarchy was firing wildly all over the place like a storm, and it seemed like this half mechanical man was controlling it. To make it worse, that living puddle had left a part of itself near them, and if Calm remembered the Cultivator's words correctly, it would slowly drive them (more) insane. This couldn't possibly end up pretty.
However, at the moment there was a far more pressing situation, the cybernetic lich had spotted him, and for some reason, wished to speak with him. Calm was not one to enjoy working together with others, but this lich seemed to share some similarities with him, and he seemed trustworthy.
Calm let go of the ceiling, and drew his hellknife mid-air before he landed gracefully next to the zombie. He grabbed it by it's neck, pulled it close to him, forcefully holding it still while he carved a symbol on the back of its head with his knife. He let go of it, and it stood still for some seconds before fire bursted out of the carvings and it's eyes. It fell to the ground, shaking and engulfed in flames. Then it stopped.
The zombie rose up again, standing still on its feet like normal, but its eyes, hands and its mouth were flaming. It groaned with a much deeper voice than before, crackling like a fire.
"Don't worry, I made it stronger."[/background:3qinaa57]