Re: The Savage Brawl [Round 2: Giant's House]
04-08-2010, 11:38 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by slipsicle.
The stray bolt of plasma roars past Hoss's ear, and would have singed his mess of hair, had he not replaced it long ago with a hardier artificial version (purely for vanity's sake; he has always loved his hair). He directs his attention towards its origin, suppressing a smirk. It would figure his new pair of chatting buddies would take his world-flipping fun the wrong way.
Well, since Konka Rar saw fit to bring his frustration to Hoss's attention with action rather than words, Hoss figured he'd respond in kind.
Konka Rar's cybernetic eye continues to glare at the deceptive cyborg. He can observe no immediate reaction; it is almost as if Hoss is ignor-
His acrid internal diatribe is cut short by a sudden and massive increase in his acceleration towards the new floor. They will now reach it in mere seconds, and at speeds which would cause... unfortunate results.
He glances at Gormand, and sees the meatball's single eye focused towards him.
"Exactly how did you think this would pan out? I really would like to know your thought process here. Exactly how, from 'deal with the possibly-still-insane cyborg with gravity-flipping powers who's betrayed us' did 'shoot at him' come out? Did you think he'd instantly recognize the error of his ways, fly over to apologize, then prostrate himself before you in midair? You didn't anticipate that he might just try to speed us to our deaths?"
Konka Rar shifts his bones in a pale mimicry of a grimace, silently acknowledging the validity of Gormand's jab. He should have simply aimed to kill; he is briefly confused by this hesitation, as he has had no compunction about killing those whom would defy him in the past. He readies another, much deadlier spell, preparing to simply be done with the meddling metal man.
However, he and Gormand have wasted a tad too much precious time, and their new speeds have brought them much closer to the ground than either realized. Before Konka Rar can release his spell, ground meets meat and bone in an instantly fatal, crushing collision.
Or that's what would have happened, had Hoss not, at the last second, altered the small bubble of gravity he'd placed around them earlier. Instead, Konka Rar and Gormand float serenely down the last few centimeters, experiencing no discomfort from the rapid deceleration. Hoss is already waiting for them on the ground, having had less distance to fall.
"By-product of gravitational manipulation; inertial compensation isn't much of a stretch, when dealing with a Higgs field."
He walks past the pair, and gestures out to the dining room, where the table is now upside-down on the new floor.
"We now possess an advantage over our fellow participants, at least for a short while. They are still falling, while we are not." A grin, perfect teeth flashed towards Konka Rar, "I hope this speaks to my continued loyalty to our agreement. Speaking of..."
Hoss turns to face the meatball and the lich, "First question. What is the pattern of civilizations within your respective universes, down through history?"
The stray bolt of plasma roars past Hoss's ear, and would have singed his mess of hair, had he not replaced it long ago with a hardier artificial version (purely for vanity's sake; he has always loved his hair). He directs his attention towards its origin, suppressing a smirk. It would figure his new pair of chatting buddies would take his world-flipping fun the wrong way.
Well, since Konka Rar saw fit to bring his frustration to Hoss's attention with action rather than words, Hoss figured he'd respond in kind.
Konka Rar's cybernetic eye continues to glare at the deceptive cyborg. He can observe no immediate reaction; it is almost as if Hoss is ignor-
His acrid internal diatribe is cut short by a sudden and massive increase in his acceleration towards the new floor. They will now reach it in mere seconds, and at speeds which would cause... unfortunate results.
He glances at Gormand, and sees the meatball's single eye focused towards him.
"Exactly how did you think this would pan out? I really would like to know your thought process here. Exactly how, from 'deal with the possibly-still-insane cyborg with gravity-flipping powers who's betrayed us' did 'shoot at him' come out? Did you think he'd instantly recognize the error of his ways, fly over to apologize, then prostrate himself before you in midair? You didn't anticipate that he might just try to speed us to our deaths?"
Konka Rar shifts his bones in a pale mimicry of a grimace, silently acknowledging the validity of Gormand's jab. He should have simply aimed to kill; he is briefly confused by this hesitation, as he has had no compunction about killing those whom would defy him in the past. He readies another, much deadlier spell, preparing to simply be done with the meddling metal man.
However, he and Gormand have wasted a tad too much precious time, and their new speeds have brought them much closer to the ground than either realized. Before Konka Rar can release his spell, ground meets meat and bone in an instantly fatal, crushing collision.
Or that's what would have happened, had Hoss not, at the last second, altered the small bubble of gravity he'd placed around them earlier. Instead, Konka Rar and Gormand float serenely down the last few centimeters, experiencing no discomfort from the rapid deceleration. Hoss is already waiting for them on the ground, having had less distance to fall.
"By-product of gravitational manipulation; inertial compensation isn't much of a stretch, when dealing with a Higgs field."
He walks past the pair, and gestures out to the dining room, where the table is now upside-down on the new floor.
"We now possess an advantage over our fellow participants, at least for a short while. They are still falling, while we are not." A grin, perfect teeth flashed towards Konka Rar, "I hope this speaks to my continued loyalty to our agreement. Speaking of..."
Hoss turns to face the meatball and the lich, "First question. What is the pattern of civilizations within your respective universes, down through history?"