Re: The Savage Brawl [Round 3: Abandoned Park]
06-02-2010, 02:56 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Ixcalibur.
So this was the confrontation that Ziirphael had been searching for; him and the lich versus the slime monster. It was unfortunate that it was taking place after the giant had floated off into space and before they were able to find the predator. In retrospect the whole linging the climbing frame to attract attention hadn't been that good an idea. This wasn't exactly the attention that he had been seeking.
Nobody was moving, the bizarre humanoid frame that Ekelhaft had adopted was bubbling and spitting a few paces in front of him and the lich was standing off to the right, behind him the rusted wreckage of the playground. The flesh of his chest stung where Ekelhaft's stray teeth pierced his flesh and he was finding it hard to concentrate around the creature. Ziirphael's grip on his sanity was not the best, after what he had been through with The Cultivator part of his mind was constantly red hot with fury and it was with difficulty that he was supressing it. Ekelhaft's presence wasn't helping. It made him want to give in to the rage, to stop thinking rationally and just kill. Though doing so appealed to his primal nature as a death god, Ziirphael knew it would do little to appease his thirst for revenge, and so he tried to hold on. He has to act quick and do something about Ekelhaft before his mind is swallowed up by the fury. He has an idea, not necessarily a good one but the best he can think of in this situation. He hopes he will be able to hold on long enough to follow it through.
None of the three wanted to make the first move. Any movement from him or the lich would cause Ekelhaft to pounce. They stared at one another like three gunmen caught in a mexican standoff. Ziirphael slowly let his gaze shift, looking at the treeline from where Ekelhaft had emerged. He did this as casually as he could, while still wrestling for control of his own mind. He carefully kept his face as straight as possible, he almost wished that he hadn't been wearing one.
Ekelhaft glanced around for a second and Ziir was off, running towards the playground, his heart pounding and his head throbbing. The slime pursued him, bubbling giddily. Almost immediately Ziirphael stopped and started to spin on Ekelhaft, By this point it was too late to slow down, or turn around. In his hands the battered remnants of a climbing frame, he brought them around hard, slamming them straight through Ekelhaft, rending it into peices.
So this was the confrontation that Ziirphael had been searching for; him and the lich versus the slime monster. It was unfortunate that it was taking place after the giant had floated off into space and before they were able to find the predator. In retrospect the whole linging the climbing frame to attract attention hadn't been that good an idea. This wasn't exactly the attention that he had been seeking.
Nobody was moving, the bizarre humanoid frame that Ekelhaft had adopted was bubbling and spitting a few paces in front of him and the lich was standing off to the right, behind him the rusted wreckage of the playground. The flesh of his chest stung where Ekelhaft's stray teeth pierced his flesh and he was finding it hard to concentrate around the creature. Ziirphael's grip on his sanity was not the best, after what he had been through with The Cultivator part of his mind was constantly red hot with fury and it was with difficulty that he was supressing it. Ekelhaft's presence wasn't helping. It made him want to give in to the rage, to stop thinking rationally and just kill. Though doing so appealed to his primal nature as a death god, Ziirphael knew it would do little to appease his thirst for revenge, and so he tried to hold on. He has to act quick and do something about Ekelhaft before his mind is swallowed up by the fury. He has an idea, not necessarily a good one but the best he can think of in this situation. He hopes he will be able to hold on long enough to follow it through.
None of the three wanted to make the first move. Any movement from him or the lich would cause Ekelhaft to pounce. They stared at one another like three gunmen caught in a mexican standoff. Ziirphael slowly let his gaze shift, looking at the treeline from where Ekelhaft had emerged. He did this as casually as he could, while still wrestling for control of his own mind. He carefully kept his face as straight as possible, he almost wished that he hadn't been wearing one.
Ekelhaft glanced around for a second and Ziir was off, running towards the playground, his heart pounding and his head throbbing. The slime pursued him, bubbling giddily. Almost immediately Ziirphael stopped and started to spin on Ekelhaft, By this point it was too late to slow down, or turn around. In his hands the battered remnants of a climbing frame, he brought them around hard, slamming them straight through Ekelhaft, rending it into peices.
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Surrender The Night | Disenchanted | The Ghost Of You | Party Poison | Vampires Will Never Hurt You | The Jetset Life Is Gonna Kill You