Re: The Savage Brawl [Round 1: Afterlife]
02-22-2010, 03:46 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by SleepingOrange.
The main body of Ekelhaft was winding its way through the stalagmite-and-rubble-covered floor, trying to stay out of sight of the other contestants. It wasn't especially hard, given that they all seemed to be occupied conversing or firing exploding lasers willy-nilly. It eventually found a suitable column and made its way to the ceiling, its sticky nature and toothy pitons allowing it to effortlessly glide across the stone, even upside-down.
It dropped a few tendrils down, each topped with one of its sharpest eyes. These makeshift eyestalks swiveled around, locating all its foes. The lich and the satanic knife-wielder are talking... Two of them plus the lich's zombie makes them a bad target. The tech-freaks are still together; not wise to attack until I've had longer to break them. Aeromancer and death god together too... Can't find meatball...
Ekelhaft didn't like this pairing off. It was sure it could take any one pair, but worried that the next pair might swoop in and finish the job while it was weak. The avatar was no stranger to cooperation; it had spent most of its life commanding troops and planning strategy with its generals, but... It didn't like it, and it wasn't sure, if push came to shove, that it would be able to form an alliance with any of its competitors; Rar was surely a burnt bridge, which probably meant Calm by extension. Anarchy and Hoss, too... Maybe it could find some common ground with a god that shared its portfolio?
It was probably best to wait for now. It retracted its stalks and flattened itself against the ceiling, starting to do the unthinkable. It was going to attempt to undo the work of eons, its greatest destruction to date. Itself.
The main body of Ekelhaft was winding its way through the stalagmite-and-rubble-covered floor, trying to stay out of sight of the other contestants. It wasn't especially hard, given that they all seemed to be occupied conversing or firing exploding lasers willy-nilly. It eventually found a suitable column and made its way to the ceiling, its sticky nature and toothy pitons allowing it to effortlessly glide across the stone, even upside-down.
It dropped a few tendrils down, each topped with one of its sharpest eyes. These makeshift eyestalks swiveled around, locating all its foes. The lich and the satanic knife-wielder are talking... Two of them plus the lich's zombie makes them a bad target. The tech-freaks are still together; not wise to attack until I've had longer to break them. Aeromancer and death god together too... Can't find meatball...
Ekelhaft didn't like this pairing off. It was sure it could take any one pair, but worried that the next pair might swoop in and finish the job while it was weak. The avatar was no stranger to cooperation; it had spent most of its life commanding troops and planning strategy with its generals, but... It didn't like it, and it wasn't sure, if push came to shove, that it would be able to form an alliance with any of its competitors; Rar was surely a burnt bridge, which probably meant Calm by extension. Anarchy and Hoss, too... Maybe it could find some common ground with a god that shared its portfolio?
It was probably best to wait for now. It retracted its stalks and flattened itself against the ceiling, starting to do the unthinkable. It was going to attempt to undo the work of eons, its greatest destruction to date. Itself.