Re: The Savage Brawl [Round 1: Afterlife]
03-04-2010, 09:37 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by MyifanW.
"What's wrong with this man?! Augh, if we could just reason with him... No, there's something wrong. He's out of his mind... has he been affected by the insanity blob?"
Diego gave a quick exposition of the things he knew, acting if he realized it just now. He had hung back when Hoss came into view, knowing what would happen. Yet, he didn't want to be too far away, because then his tentative allies would think him a coward. This was unacceptable, especially since the exit was blocked. However, looking at the scene, what he saw wasn't kind to his stomach. He had studied all sorts of anatomy, but had never seen bodies broken apart so... Uncleanly. Diego kept his lunch down, overlaying his disgust at the bodies with a disgust to the murderer. There was no method here, no reasoning- simple, pointlessly messy carnage. Hoss' purposeless carnage ruined the order, the system of the world. If anyone heard of such a thing, they'd simply label it as barbarism, a destruction of order. How could the name of a barbarian continue on through time, when there was nobody who would willingly preserve it? No, the only name that could last would be one who's actions were phenomenal, that changed the nature of the world, yet did not break it. Such a name would be one whispered in stories, traced for the truth, and engraved into society's collectiveness. Reaching some semblence of a conclusion, Diego snapped out of his mental tirade, having forgotten the unease the bodies instilled.
Ahead, a zombie charged with a spear, towards a raging machineman. The zombie's thrust was fairly decent, but hardly hindered Hoss. He twisted around the spear, neatly stepping on a raising hand on the ground and lifting himself into the air, where he promptly planted his feet on the zombie's shambling back and wrapped his hands around it's head. With a sickening sound, the zombie's skull was violently forced backwards, snapping the spine.
Diego was worried, now. Although Gormand seemed to be taking initiative, the machine man had so far essentially ruined both the meatball and the lich's best efforts- there was a chance Hoss would actually be able to kill them all. Diego usually wouldn't mind, but here, he himself was included in that 'all.' He glanced sideways at Calm, who seemed, well, calm. It seemed that he had a plan... which was good, because Diego didn't. Something told him shooting arrowheads and acoustic trickery would not work, and he didn't even have any arrowheads left. However, unwilling to rely on Calm entirely, Diego picked a few bone fragments off the ground and the bodies, which would hopefully be able to be used as projectiles. In his other hand, Diego palmed his knife. If worst came to worst, he'd at least have a chance.
"What's wrong with this man?! Augh, if we could just reason with him... No, there's something wrong. He's out of his mind... has he been affected by the insanity blob?"
Diego gave a quick exposition of the things he knew, acting if he realized it just now. He had hung back when Hoss came into view, knowing what would happen. Yet, he didn't want to be too far away, because then his tentative allies would think him a coward. This was unacceptable, especially since the exit was blocked. However, looking at the scene, what he saw wasn't kind to his stomach. He had studied all sorts of anatomy, but had never seen bodies broken apart so... Uncleanly. Diego kept his lunch down, overlaying his disgust at the bodies with a disgust to the murderer. There was no method here, no reasoning- simple, pointlessly messy carnage. Hoss' purposeless carnage ruined the order, the system of the world. If anyone heard of such a thing, they'd simply label it as barbarism, a destruction of order. How could the name of a barbarian continue on through time, when there was nobody who would willingly preserve it? No, the only name that could last would be one who's actions were phenomenal, that changed the nature of the world, yet did not break it. Such a name would be one whispered in stories, traced for the truth, and engraved into society's collectiveness. Reaching some semblence of a conclusion, Diego snapped out of his mental tirade, having forgotten the unease the bodies instilled.
Ahead, a zombie charged with a spear, towards a raging machineman. The zombie's thrust was fairly decent, but hardly hindered Hoss. He twisted around the spear, neatly stepping on a raising hand on the ground and lifting himself into the air, where he promptly planted his feet on the zombie's shambling back and wrapped his hands around it's head. With a sickening sound, the zombie's skull was violently forced backwards, snapping the spine.
Diego was worried, now. Although Gormand seemed to be taking initiative, the machine man had so far essentially ruined both the meatball and the lich's best efforts- there was a chance Hoss would actually be able to kill them all. Diego usually wouldn't mind, but here, he himself was included in that 'all.' He glanced sideways at Calm, who seemed, well, calm. It seemed that he had a plan... which was good, because Diego didn't. Something told him shooting arrowheads and acoustic trickery would not work, and he didn't even have any arrowheads left. However, unwilling to rely on Calm entirely, Diego picked a few bone fragments off the ground and the bodies, which would hopefully be able to be used as projectiles. In his other hand, Diego palmed his knife. If worst came to worst, he'd at least have a chance.