Re: The Savage Brawl [Round 1: Afterlife]
03-02-2010, 11:15 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Ixcalibur.
Ziir had only just landed when the flames had swept over the cave. He braced himself against the heat, his wings protecting him from the brunt of the blast. Thanks to his throw Anarchy had landed further into the cave, beyond where the flames reached. After a minute or so the fire dissipated. He collapsed forwards, his wings shattering as he did so, leaving only bloody stumps behind, and with that his body lost consciousness.
He mentally sighed, resenting that the use of a body was necessary. They were all so fragile, even with the improvements he could give them. He detatched himself from that body and glanced around the cave in search of another one. The obvious choice was that of Doctor Anarchy. It lay a little further into the cave, unconscious and probably only slightly bruised. He dismissed it out of hand. In his experience he had found insanity to be a malfunction of the brain, which of course was part of the body. He needed a body which he would be able to think straight in. Moving past Anarchy he moved deeper into the cave, which sloped steeply downwards. He followed it to the bottom where a large boulder lay, a corpse pinned underneath it by it's legs. Ziir inspected the body. Aside from the crushed legs, which he could fix, it seemed okay.
Ziir entered the body, forcing it back to life. He was quickly accosted by the agony of having both legs crushed underneath a boulder. With blood from around the broken legs he drew three runes. One on his face, one on his chest and one on his left arm. It took a moment but his new body began to throb with pain as it reshaped itself for the first time. The rune on the face was purely a cosmetic change, to blank out the facial features. The rune on the chest had been to generally increase this body's toughness and strength. His hand began to reshape, his fingers retracting and a thick sharp ridge of bone forming in their place. When it was over his hand resembled a chisel made of bone. Ziir utilised it against the boulder, chopping large chunks of rock away, until his legs were free. After that it was a simple couple of runes to reshape his legs. He shakily got to his feet, his new body still racked with pain from the reshaping, and made his way back up the slope.
Ziir had only just landed when the flames had swept over the cave. He braced himself against the heat, his wings protecting him from the brunt of the blast. Thanks to his throw Anarchy had landed further into the cave, beyond where the flames reached. After a minute or so the fire dissipated. He collapsed forwards, his wings shattering as he did so, leaving only bloody stumps behind, and with that his body lost consciousness.
He mentally sighed, resenting that the use of a body was necessary. They were all so fragile, even with the improvements he could give them. He detatched himself from that body and glanced around the cave in search of another one. The obvious choice was that of Doctor Anarchy. It lay a little further into the cave, unconscious and probably only slightly bruised. He dismissed it out of hand. In his experience he had found insanity to be a malfunction of the brain, which of course was part of the body. He needed a body which he would be able to think straight in. Moving past Anarchy he moved deeper into the cave, which sloped steeply downwards. He followed it to the bottom where a large boulder lay, a corpse pinned underneath it by it's legs. Ziir inspected the body. Aside from the crushed legs, which he could fix, it seemed okay.
Ziir entered the body, forcing it back to life. He was quickly accosted by the agony of having both legs crushed underneath a boulder. With blood from around the broken legs he drew three runes. One on his face, one on his chest and one on his left arm. It took a moment but his new body began to throb with pain as it reshaped itself for the first time. The rune on the face was purely a cosmetic change, to blank out the facial features. The rune on the chest had been to generally increase this body's toughness and strength. His hand began to reshape, his fingers retracting and a thick sharp ridge of bone forming in their place. When it was over his hand resembled a chisel made of bone. Ziir utilised it against the boulder, chopping large chunks of rock away, until his legs were free. After that it was a simple couple of runes to reshape his legs. He shakily got to his feet, his new body still racked with pain from the reshaping, and made his way back up the slope.
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Hang 'Em High | The Only Hope For Me Is You | Zero Percent | Early Sunsets Over Monroeville | DESTROYA | Demolition Lovers | To The End
Surrender The Night | Disenchanted | The Ghost Of You | Party Poison | Vampires Will Never Hurt You | The Jetset Life Is Gonna Kill You