Re: The Savage Brawl [Round 2: Giant's House]
05-05-2010, 12:06 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by slipsicle.
Konka Rar is displeased. This spell-slinging madness is unbecoming of him; moreso because his efforts are currently geared towards helping an ancient, tyrannical, and possibly insane cyborg.
A thought occurs to the animated skeleton, as the tyrant flies across the floor towards the giant's feet. Why draw attention to himself, when faced with such power? The giant's magical abilities are far and above any contestant here, due purely to the difference in size. And, Hoss is about to feature in the attentions of that power, quite prominently. Perhaps Konka Rar's interests would be better served in... depreciating his participation in this magical slugfest.
Slowly, quietly, Konka Rar begins to retreat.
As Hoss propels himself towards the Giant, his ocular implants, now operating at full power, are focused on the Giant. Hoss has opened up their reception protocols to analyze the entire electromagnetic spectrum, the gravitomagnetic spectrum, the temporal spectrum, and the dark spectrum. A lambent aura surrounds the Giant, heat dissipating from his body now visible to Hoss's quicksilver eyes, electrical discharges in the Giant's brain forming an auroral halo around his head, from which Hoss can roughly derive basic thought patterns; emotions, mostly. But these things do not concern Hoss. He is looking for something more, something...
A tendril of faint neutrino emissions begins to form in the air, reaching from the Giant's head down his right arm. Faint whispers of the same signature begin to dance upon the drywall ground of the former ceiling. Hoss barely has time to begin speculating upon these emissions before the Giant performs an uppercut with his right arm, and the ground before him mirrors the motion. A veritable mountain erupts from the ground, and Hoss acts quickly. Kinetic emitters propel him towards the thrusting peak, which he then mounts and rides upwards towards the Giant's porous head.
The Giant, though, is a rather clever brute. He recognizes the threat Hoss could potentially pose, and stops the ascension of the rising drywall mountain.
Unfortunately for the Giant, Hoss is fast, and orders of magnitude more observant. He saw the Giant's aura ripple with emotions, and his eons of experience with similar spectral affairs allow him to quite accurately estimate their cause. Just before the mountain stops, Hoss leaps. Synthetic muscles augmented by kinetic emitters erupt with such force as to shatter the mountaintop, sending Hoss screaming towards his target: the gaping mouth and cavernous esophagus of the Giant, both of which appear to be swirling with a familiar neutrino signature...
The Giant belches an inferno which engulfs the suspended cyborg, and Konka Rar is pleased. Again, the cyborg displays a vulnerability to heat; where Hoss before suffered grievous wounds from the blade of Calm's hellknife, the Giant's breath of fire appears to have completely disintegrated the metal man, as there is no sign of him. Konka Rar prepares for the inevitable change in rounds...
... and then whirls at the sound of a roaring tidal wave, rushing towards him from behind.
Diego has always been ambitious, and never misses an opportunity to climb above the corpses of his enemies. Here, now, he sees a chance to be rid of two opponents at once. The apparent death of Hoss from the Giant's flame breath opens the door for Konka Rar to suffer a similar fate.
Diego has been watching, this whole time. He saw the lich attempt to slip away, and would have none of it. A whispered message sent across the wind alerts the Giant to the lich's presence. The Giant, thinking he heard the tiny, puny bag of bones muttering the preparations for a spell, preempts the magical attack with one of his own. Through the doorway into the kitchen, the still-flowing faucet has poured itself a decently-sized puddle. Raising his arms, the Giant calls forth a massive wave, to be sent crashing down upon the little lich.
Diego smiles to himself, and gets comfortable for the inevitable transition.
Konka Rar is nothing except pragmatic. A proficient necromancer, he always maintains links to his minions, constantly aware of their locations. In this case, he is aware of his animated rat, now set fire from the bedroom blaze, bounding towards him. A proficient spellcaster, Konka Rar also has a host of more utility-based spells at his disposal. A learning cyborg, he can still create pre-programmed actions for his cybernetic bits.
"Benign Transposition!"
Where the flaming rat was, now there is only Konka Rar, safe from his watery death. Where the supposedly doomed Konka Rar was, now there is only an undead rat, flaming flesh soon to be extinguished by the oncoming tsunami.
Konka Rar's cybernetic arm, in accordance with his pre-programmed commands, raises and points itself at the Giant at the same moment as Konka Rar's teleportation. The arm fires, as Konka Rar's other hand grips his staff. A familiar spell escapes the skeleton's jaws, focused upon one of the Giant's fingers.
"Circle of Despair!"
A dark orb flies outwards, and encircles the Giant's right index finger. The Giant smirks, unimpressed with his new ring of darkness, and moves to swat the spell away.
As the Giant's finger makes contact with the edges of the black circle, it stops. Consternation passes over the Giant's brow as he finds himself unable to move his finger, and thus, his entire arm. His head whips around to focus upon the miniature lich once more. Fury once more takes over the Giant's face, and he opens his mouth to cast another spell.
He is, however, interrupted. The delay caused the by the isolation of his spellcasting arm gave room for the inevitable to make itself known. Down the hallway, a structure which was intended to exist in a right-side-up world gives way, weakened by the growing inferno of the bedroom. The surface which was previously the floor collapses, walls caving in with it. The entire conflagration explodes, shooting glowing embers and flaming wood and fabric outwards into the hallway. Flames lick outwards from the debris, spreading their baleful, charring influence across the untouched wooden walls and ceiling, formerly floor. The floor, previously ceiling, is immune to the flames, and in an odd reverse, does not burn, while the ceiling, previously floor, ignites across the entire house.
Konka Rar makes good on this distraction and moves to hide from the flames, but pauses. It has been some time since Hoss was engulfed, and yet, the house continues to burn around them. He wonders...
Diego is beside himself. The bag of bones, escaping once again? No, he will not have it. He is about to send yet more whispered clues to the Giant's ears when a commotion brings itself to his attention. A greenish blob and meat on a stick, are engaged in battle amongst the wreckage of the table. Again, the ambition asserts itself. What if I can eliminate three...
The Giant is not happy. His house, upside-down, is burning around him. His bedroom has collapsed, his kitchen is flooded, and there are tiny... things... responsible for it all, and for no apparent reason. To make matters worse, the ring of darkness imprisoning his right hand closes, and the explosion blasts his index finger clean off.
Howling in pain, crystalline skin reverting to soft flesh, the Giant casts around for his tiny adversary. A soft sound, almost right in his ear, brings his attention to the ruins of his table, where a small green blob is... dissolving something. Another enemy! The Giant sends a blast of focused kinetic energy towards the blob, which disperses in the face of the onslaught. Debris from the table flies everywhere, and the Giant loses track of the various pieces of the tiny blob, which was almost too small to see from the beginning. The Giant briefly ponders how he could have heard it, but is distracted by more mysteriously obvious sounds from the direction of the little lich. He blindly throws a bolt of lightening in that general direction, and then pauses, frozen in the casting position. His eyes widen. Something is very, very wrong inside his stomach.
Konka Rar dashes away from the lightening's impact crater, and turns to do... something, anything to slow the Giant. He is surprised to see the Giant standing quite still, with a look of... fear? What could the Giant fear in...
The Giant's stomach explodes.
Whole minutes have passed since Hoss passed through the mouth of Hell, and he has been very, very busy. The stomach explosion took little preparation; a simple catalyzation of the various chemicals all organic innards possess. The real brunt of his work was in wiring a special detection grid through the Giant's nervous system (starting in the brain, he laid a slightly-larger-than-nano-mechanical "seed" of newmatter fabricators, which spread their tendrils where needed).
Stripped bare from the inferno that obscured his entry into the Giant's mouth, Hoss is expelled, along with the blood, stomach acid, meat and other gastrologically inclined bits and pieces. He lands, completely naked, hairless, synthetic arm glistening in the flickering light of the roaring fire, falling embers reflected in his shining synthetic skin. As his internal newmatter fabricators extrude new hair and clothes, Hoss's sensor array searches for and detects the presence of Konka Rar. As the Giant's body, still mostly intact, falls behind him, Hoss makes his way towards his temporary ally.
Now completely clothed, artificial hair shaped into its traditional windswept shape, Hoss addresses the cyborg lich, gesturing towards the mountainous corpse behind him.
"I promised you a corpse, and now you have one. I tried not to damage the brain, so I believe it should still be capable of casting spells, should you choose to animate it, though that is not my area of expertise." He begins to walk away, then stops. Abruptly turning, he adds, "Good to see you survived, by the way," before continuing onwards, to hunt for Ekelhaft.
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Ekelhaft Jr. is reassembling on the opposite side of the corpse. With the house burning down around the contestants it decides to move against its self-appointed hunter. Hoss will never find it otherwise. A perfect outcome, as it keeps the main mass of Ekelhaft safe, hidden, where its unseen hand continues to caress the events of this battle.
Slowly, it rolls across the ground, towards the inevitable conflict between ancient tyrant and withered madgod.
Konka Rar is displeased. This spell-slinging madness is unbecoming of him; moreso because his efforts are currently geared towards helping an ancient, tyrannical, and possibly insane cyborg.
A thought occurs to the animated skeleton, as the tyrant flies across the floor towards the giant's feet. Why draw attention to himself, when faced with such power? The giant's magical abilities are far and above any contestant here, due purely to the difference in size. And, Hoss is about to feature in the attentions of that power, quite prominently. Perhaps Konka Rar's interests would be better served in... depreciating his participation in this magical slugfest.
Slowly, quietly, Konka Rar begins to retreat.
As Hoss propels himself towards the Giant, his ocular implants, now operating at full power, are focused on the Giant. Hoss has opened up their reception protocols to analyze the entire electromagnetic spectrum, the gravitomagnetic spectrum, the temporal spectrum, and the dark spectrum. A lambent aura surrounds the Giant, heat dissipating from his body now visible to Hoss's quicksilver eyes, electrical discharges in the Giant's brain forming an auroral halo around his head, from which Hoss can roughly derive basic thought patterns; emotions, mostly. But these things do not concern Hoss. He is looking for something more, something...
A tendril of faint neutrino emissions begins to form in the air, reaching from the Giant's head down his right arm. Faint whispers of the same signature begin to dance upon the drywall ground of the former ceiling. Hoss barely has time to begin speculating upon these emissions before the Giant performs an uppercut with his right arm, and the ground before him mirrors the motion. A veritable mountain erupts from the ground, and Hoss acts quickly. Kinetic emitters propel him towards the thrusting peak, which he then mounts and rides upwards towards the Giant's porous head.
The Giant, though, is a rather clever brute. He recognizes the threat Hoss could potentially pose, and stops the ascension of the rising drywall mountain.
Unfortunately for the Giant, Hoss is fast, and orders of magnitude more observant. He saw the Giant's aura ripple with emotions, and his eons of experience with similar spectral affairs allow him to quite accurately estimate their cause. Just before the mountain stops, Hoss leaps. Synthetic muscles augmented by kinetic emitters erupt with such force as to shatter the mountaintop, sending Hoss screaming towards his target: the gaping mouth and cavernous esophagus of the Giant, both of which appear to be swirling with a familiar neutrino signature...
The Giant belches an inferno which engulfs the suspended cyborg, and Konka Rar is pleased. Again, the cyborg displays a vulnerability to heat; where Hoss before suffered grievous wounds from the blade of Calm's hellknife, the Giant's breath of fire appears to have completely disintegrated the metal man, as there is no sign of him. Konka Rar prepares for the inevitable change in rounds...
... and then whirls at the sound of a roaring tidal wave, rushing towards him from behind.
Diego has always been ambitious, and never misses an opportunity to climb above the corpses of his enemies. Here, now, he sees a chance to be rid of two opponents at once. The apparent death of Hoss from the Giant's flame breath opens the door for Konka Rar to suffer a similar fate.
Diego has been watching, this whole time. He saw the lich attempt to slip away, and would have none of it. A whispered message sent across the wind alerts the Giant to the lich's presence. The Giant, thinking he heard the tiny, puny bag of bones muttering the preparations for a spell, preempts the magical attack with one of his own. Through the doorway into the kitchen, the still-flowing faucet has poured itself a decently-sized puddle. Raising his arms, the Giant calls forth a massive wave, to be sent crashing down upon the little lich.
Diego smiles to himself, and gets comfortable for the inevitable transition.
Konka Rar is nothing except pragmatic. A proficient necromancer, he always maintains links to his minions, constantly aware of their locations. In this case, he is aware of his animated rat, now set fire from the bedroom blaze, bounding towards him. A proficient spellcaster, Konka Rar also has a host of more utility-based spells at his disposal. A learning cyborg, he can still create pre-programmed actions for his cybernetic bits.
"Benign Transposition!"
Where the flaming rat was, now there is only Konka Rar, safe from his watery death. Where the supposedly doomed Konka Rar was, now there is only an undead rat, flaming flesh soon to be extinguished by the oncoming tsunami.
Konka Rar's cybernetic arm, in accordance with his pre-programmed commands, raises and points itself at the Giant at the same moment as Konka Rar's teleportation. The arm fires, as Konka Rar's other hand grips his staff. A familiar spell escapes the skeleton's jaws, focused upon one of the Giant's fingers.
"Circle of Despair!"
A dark orb flies outwards, and encircles the Giant's right index finger. The Giant smirks, unimpressed with his new ring of darkness, and moves to swat the spell away.
As the Giant's finger makes contact with the edges of the black circle, it stops. Consternation passes over the Giant's brow as he finds himself unable to move his finger, and thus, his entire arm. His head whips around to focus upon the miniature lich once more. Fury once more takes over the Giant's face, and he opens his mouth to cast another spell.
He is, however, interrupted. The delay caused the by the isolation of his spellcasting arm gave room for the inevitable to make itself known. Down the hallway, a structure which was intended to exist in a right-side-up world gives way, weakened by the growing inferno of the bedroom. The surface which was previously the floor collapses, walls caving in with it. The entire conflagration explodes, shooting glowing embers and flaming wood and fabric outwards into the hallway. Flames lick outwards from the debris, spreading their baleful, charring influence across the untouched wooden walls and ceiling, formerly floor. The floor, previously ceiling, is immune to the flames, and in an odd reverse, does not burn, while the ceiling, previously floor, ignites across the entire house.
Konka Rar makes good on this distraction and moves to hide from the flames, but pauses. It has been some time since Hoss was engulfed, and yet, the house continues to burn around them. He wonders...
Diego is beside himself. The bag of bones, escaping once again? No, he will not have it. He is about to send yet more whispered clues to the Giant's ears when a commotion brings itself to his attention. A greenish blob and meat on a stick, are engaged in battle amongst the wreckage of the table. Again, the ambition asserts itself. What if I can eliminate three...
The Giant is not happy. His house, upside-down, is burning around him. His bedroom has collapsed, his kitchen is flooded, and there are tiny... things... responsible for it all, and for no apparent reason. To make matters worse, the ring of darkness imprisoning his right hand closes, and the explosion blasts his index finger clean off.
Howling in pain, crystalline skin reverting to soft flesh, the Giant casts around for his tiny adversary. A soft sound, almost right in his ear, brings his attention to the ruins of his table, where a small green blob is... dissolving something. Another enemy! The Giant sends a blast of focused kinetic energy towards the blob, which disperses in the face of the onslaught. Debris from the table flies everywhere, and the Giant loses track of the various pieces of the tiny blob, which was almost too small to see from the beginning. The Giant briefly ponders how he could have heard it, but is distracted by more mysteriously obvious sounds from the direction of the little lich. He blindly throws a bolt of lightening in that general direction, and then pauses, frozen in the casting position. His eyes widen. Something is very, very wrong inside his stomach.
Konka Rar dashes away from the lightening's impact crater, and turns to do... something, anything to slow the Giant. He is surprised to see the Giant standing quite still, with a look of... fear? What could the Giant fear in...
The Giant's stomach explodes.
Whole minutes have passed since Hoss passed through the mouth of Hell, and he has been very, very busy. The stomach explosion took little preparation; a simple catalyzation of the various chemicals all organic innards possess. The real brunt of his work was in wiring a special detection grid through the Giant's nervous system (starting in the brain, he laid a slightly-larger-than-nano-mechanical "seed" of newmatter fabricators, which spread their tendrils where needed).
Stripped bare from the inferno that obscured his entry into the Giant's mouth, Hoss is expelled, along with the blood, stomach acid, meat and other gastrologically inclined bits and pieces. He lands, completely naked, hairless, synthetic arm glistening in the flickering light of the roaring fire, falling embers reflected in his shining synthetic skin. As his internal newmatter fabricators extrude new hair and clothes, Hoss's sensor array searches for and detects the presence of Konka Rar. As the Giant's body, still mostly intact, falls behind him, Hoss makes his way towards his temporary ally.
Now completely clothed, artificial hair shaped into its traditional windswept shape, Hoss addresses the cyborg lich, gesturing towards the mountainous corpse behind him.
"I promised you a corpse, and now you have one. I tried not to damage the brain, so I believe it should still be capable of casting spells, should you choose to animate it, though that is not my area of expertise." He begins to walk away, then stops. Abruptly turning, he adds, "Good to see you survived, by the way," before continuing onwards, to hunt for Ekelhaft.
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Ekelhaft Jr. is reassembling on the opposite side of the corpse. With the house burning down around the contestants it decides to move against its self-appointed hunter. Hoss will never find it otherwise. A perfect outcome, as it keeps the main mass of Ekelhaft safe, hidden, where its unseen hand continues to caress the events of this battle.
Slowly, it rolls across the ground, towards the inevitable conflict between ancient tyrant and withered madgod.