Re: The Savage Brawl [Round 2: Giant's House]
05-11-2010, 11:55 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Ixcalibur.
A voice whispered into Konka Rar's ear. "Hello Konka." It said, and he could hear the sadistic joy in the voice. His automatic reaction was to spin around, to check behind him, but he was stopped, cut short, by the sudden touch of a blade against his skeletal throat and another at the place where his heart should have been. Konka stared forwards, but had someone else been watching they would have seen a man seem to suddenly appear behind Konka. His skin glistening like that of a chameleon, and changing colour to be bone white. Ziirphael grinned, he had taken a face for this encounter. "You and me are going to be good friends..." he said.
Minutes ago, yes many:
Ziirphael had watched as Dr Anarchy had flown away, rushing off into battle rather than hear him out and form an alliance. He had been angry, angry that she had been so stupid as to throw her life away. Evidently she was never going to be that much use as an ally, from how easily she had been dispatched, but still his plan had centred on getting everyone to cooperate against The Cultivator. When the second round had begun he had acted fast, marking himself in his own blood, giving himself wings and making his skin chameleonic. He was still planning on getting everyone to work together, to bring down the Cultivator, but he had quickly come to the realisation that he could not get caught up in events. He needed to see who was the most easily turned against The Cultivator. He needed to observe his contestants for a little while. But as he had done so one thing had become apparent. That his fellow contestants were never going to cooperate to bring down The Cultivator. He would have to kill her himself, and he was not going to be able to do this while the other contestants were all plotting to kill one another and, if they got the chance, him. He needed them out of the way. When Konka had taken control of the giant he knew he had an opportunity and had decided it was finally time to get caught up in events again.
Someone looking at Ziir now would describe him as nothing short of a monster. He had made himself extra limbs; two strong arms, with which he now grasped the lich's arms and held them tightly. His original arms he had turned into the sharp hinged blades that now pressed against the lich's chest and neck. His wings were still there, but folded back while not in use. His suit was tattered, ripped to shreds. His face was horrifying, a mouth full of sharp points and eyes that were black throughout.
"I want The Cultivator dead." he told the lich. "You and me, we can make that happen, but not while all the rest of them still live. Kill them all now. Stomp them dead under the feet of this titan, and together we shall destroy The Cultivator. You in lich?"
A voice whispered into Konka Rar's ear. "Hello Konka." It said, and he could hear the sadistic joy in the voice. His automatic reaction was to spin around, to check behind him, but he was stopped, cut short, by the sudden touch of a blade against his skeletal throat and another at the place where his heart should have been. Konka stared forwards, but had someone else been watching they would have seen a man seem to suddenly appear behind Konka. His skin glistening like that of a chameleon, and changing colour to be bone white. Ziirphael grinned, he had taken a face for this encounter. "You and me are going to be good friends..." he said.
Minutes ago, yes many:
Ziirphael had watched as Dr Anarchy had flown away, rushing off into battle rather than hear him out and form an alliance. He had been angry, angry that she had been so stupid as to throw her life away. Evidently she was never going to be that much use as an ally, from how easily she had been dispatched, but still his plan had centred on getting everyone to cooperate against The Cultivator. When the second round had begun he had acted fast, marking himself in his own blood, giving himself wings and making his skin chameleonic. He was still planning on getting everyone to work together, to bring down the Cultivator, but he had quickly come to the realisation that he could not get caught up in events. He needed to see who was the most easily turned against The Cultivator. He needed to observe his contestants for a little while. But as he had done so one thing had become apparent. That his fellow contestants were never going to cooperate to bring down The Cultivator. He would have to kill her himself, and he was not going to be able to do this while the other contestants were all plotting to kill one another and, if they got the chance, him. He needed them out of the way. When Konka had taken control of the giant he knew he had an opportunity and had decided it was finally time to get caught up in events again.
Someone looking at Ziir now would describe him as nothing short of a monster. He had made himself extra limbs; two strong arms, with which he now grasped the lich's arms and held them tightly. His original arms he had turned into the sharp hinged blades that now pressed against the lich's chest and neck. His wings were still there, but folded back while not in use. His suit was tattered, ripped to shreds. His face was horrifying, a mouth full of sharp points and eyes that were black throughout.
"I want The Cultivator dead." he told the lich. "You and me, we can make that happen, but not while all the rest of them still live. Kill them all now. Stomp them dead under the feet of this titan, and together we shall destroy The Cultivator. You in lich?"
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