Re: The Savage Brawl [Round 3: Abandoned Park]
06-26-2010, 02:30 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Ixcalibur.
As Ziirphael flies through the upper reaches of the caged park static sparks off his monstrous limbs. Electricity ripples across the bars of the cage as he flies by. But Ziir's attention was taken up with something else. In the centre of the park a giant maze of earth had risen from the ground. Trees were scattered, uprooted in a rough circle at the very edge of the earth maze.
It was as Ziirphael was staring at this development that he flies just a touch too close to the cage and an bolt of electricity arcs from the cage to his wings. He screams loudly as the electricity flows through his exposed nerves. He begins to plummet, helplessly feeling the agony of his wings twisting and snapping free from his body. He slams hard onto the roof of one of the employees only buildings, and continues skidding along it as his previous momentum propels him towards the edge. Ziir was really struggling, he felt exhausted, he was bleeding profusely from his back, his bones felt like they had been shattered. It was only his experience at ignoring the pain of a body that allowed him to focus and to reach out with the two extra arms he had grown back in the previous round. He scrabbles for purchase as he slides to the edge of the building's roof, and only just manages to find it as he plunges over the edge, leaving him dangling precariously over a drop that was too high to survive. His arms strain to hold on to the roof. He's too tired. He needs to rest or to cover himself in rejuvenating blood runes; courses of action that are currently unavailable to him. He lacks the energy to pull himself up, he barely has the energy to hang on.
"Help!" he calls, though his heart isn't really in it. He doesn't really believe that one of his competitors is on this roof, and he certainly doesn't believe that if they are they will come to his aid. It's one last shot against the death that he feels sure awaits him. He hangs on for as long as he can, savouring these last painful moments of life. So this is was what it felt like to die. He'd caused so much death over the years, as a murderer, as an executioner, as a warmonger leading armies into battle. He'd always been surrounded by death and yet all that time he had never known what it was to die. To be honest he wasn't sure he'd known what it was to live until The Cultivator had locked him into this body. He'd always been untouchable, never afraid of death, uncaring for the body in which he lived. Just out for himself, to cause as much pain as possible and to kill as many beings as possible. It was no wonder he'd grown bored with his life. Maybe this was what he had wanted all along. An end.
His thoughts are interrupted by the sound of a hellish roar coming from the ground beneath him. It was the beast that had pursued him into the other building, now scrabbling around at the base of this one. Ziirphael almost burst out laughing. This situation was already dire enough as it was, adding a horrible monster was just overkill. Then again... just maybe he might be able to survive this. He hangs on, really beginning to strain himself now, but he just needs a little longer. He listens intently, waiting for the beast to roar again. After what seems like the longest minute of his life the creature roars at him again, and he drops from the roof, aiming himself as he plummets, directing himself towards the sound of the creature. He aims his two blade arms beneath him and there is a sickening, yet satisfying squelch as he lands heavily upon the back of the creature, his blades penetrating beneath it's coarse black fur and tough skin, releasing torrents of treasured red blood, that Ziirphael eagerly begin to daub onto himself the very second he regains some measure of control.
The beast was stunned for a moment, but not for long. Regaining it's senses it shakes itself violently attempting to dislodge it's attacker. Ziirphael is pretty secure, his blade arms stuck deep into the beast, but he clings on for dear life anyway, as he feels his broken bones knitting painfully back together. Whatever this thing is it seemed that all his attack had managed to do was piss it off.
As Ziirphael flies through the upper reaches of the caged park static sparks off his monstrous limbs. Electricity ripples across the bars of the cage as he flies by. But Ziir's attention was taken up with something else. In the centre of the park a giant maze of earth had risen from the ground. Trees were scattered, uprooted in a rough circle at the very edge of the earth maze.
It was as Ziirphael was staring at this development that he flies just a touch too close to the cage and an bolt of electricity arcs from the cage to his wings. He screams loudly as the electricity flows through his exposed nerves. He begins to plummet, helplessly feeling the agony of his wings twisting and snapping free from his body. He slams hard onto the roof of one of the employees only buildings, and continues skidding along it as his previous momentum propels him towards the edge. Ziir was really struggling, he felt exhausted, he was bleeding profusely from his back, his bones felt like they had been shattered. It was only his experience at ignoring the pain of a body that allowed him to focus and to reach out with the two extra arms he had grown back in the previous round. He scrabbles for purchase as he slides to the edge of the building's roof, and only just manages to find it as he plunges over the edge, leaving him dangling precariously over a drop that was too high to survive. His arms strain to hold on to the roof. He's too tired. He needs to rest or to cover himself in rejuvenating blood runes; courses of action that are currently unavailable to him. He lacks the energy to pull himself up, he barely has the energy to hang on.
"Help!" he calls, though his heart isn't really in it. He doesn't really believe that one of his competitors is on this roof, and he certainly doesn't believe that if they are they will come to his aid. It's one last shot against the death that he feels sure awaits him. He hangs on for as long as he can, savouring these last painful moments of life. So this is was what it felt like to die. He'd caused so much death over the years, as a murderer, as an executioner, as a warmonger leading armies into battle. He'd always been surrounded by death and yet all that time he had never known what it was to die. To be honest he wasn't sure he'd known what it was to live until The Cultivator had locked him into this body. He'd always been untouchable, never afraid of death, uncaring for the body in which he lived. Just out for himself, to cause as much pain as possible and to kill as many beings as possible. It was no wonder he'd grown bored with his life. Maybe this was what he had wanted all along. An end.
His thoughts are interrupted by the sound of a hellish roar coming from the ground beneath him. It was the beast that had pursued him into the other building, now scrabbling around at the base of this one. Ziirphael almost burst out laughing. This situation was already dire enough as it was, adding a horrible monster was just overkill. Then again... just maybe he might be able to survive this. He hangs on, really beginning to strain himself now, but he just needs a little longer. He listens intently, waiting for the beast to roar again. After what seems like the longest minute of his life the creature roars at him again, and he drops from the roof, aiming himself as he plummets, directing himself towards the sound of the creature. He aims his two blade arms beneath him and there is a sickening, yet satisfying squelch as he lands heavily upon the back of the creature, his blades penetrating beneath it's coarse black fur and tough skin, releasing torrents of treasured red blood, that Ziirphael eagerly begin to daub onto himself the very second he regains some measure of control.
The beast was stunned for a moment, but not for long. Regaining it's senses it shakes itself violently attempting to dislodge it's attacker. Ziirphael is pretty secure, his blade arms stuck deep into the beast, but he clings on for dear life anyway, as he feels his broken bones knitting painfully back together. Whatever this thing is it seemed that all his attack had managed to do was piss it off.
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Hang 'Em High | The Only Hope For Me Is You | Zero Percent | Early Sunsets Over Monroeville | DESTROYA | Demolition Lovers | To The End
Surrender The Night | Disenchanted | The Ghost Of You | Party Poison | Vampires Will Never Hurt You | The Jetset Life Is Gonna Kill You