Re: The Battle Royale S2 [Round 2: Prospect Creek]
03-31-2011, 12:17 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Dragon Fogel.
The flames surrounded Sirius' body almost immediately. Swhales barely had time to think oh shit that's right this guy can set himself on fire how did I forget that before his own legs were ablaze. He jumped back onto the nearest ant to avoid further exposure, but that just set the ant on fire. It was a temporary solution at best, and Sirius would probably regain his bearings soon and leave Tim antless.
He offered a silent prayer to the Eccentric for help.
STOP, DROP AND ROLL! came the reply.
Swhales was starting to wonder if his new patron was really all that much more useful than the older ones.
NO, NOT YOU. I WAS TALKING TO MARC ANTHONY.
Before Swhales could puzzle out the meaning of the Eccentric's words, the burning ant he stood on suddenly stopped flying, dropped towards the ground, and then started rolling in midair. Tim held on tightly to the least-on-fire part of the ant's head that he could find, as his steed spun faster and faster.
The ant's spinning soon generated a whirlwind around it, and the flames on both Timothy and the ant glowed. They slowly jumped to the whirlwind, guided by the Eccentric's mad hands.
NOW THIS IS WHAT I CALL A FIRE ANT!
The fiery whirlwind flew upwards, back towards Sirius, picking up speed. The angel quickly dodged, and the ant flew past him, going high up in the sky; but he knew it would return soon.
Fortunately, there were now few other ants remaining, and they wouldn't bother him while he was on fire, much as the effect annoyed him in general. But he was still curious - what, exactly, had brought them here?
Perhaps his spiritual vision would provide answers. He stared at the nearest ant. A strange aura surrounded it, but it was unidentifiable.
Then he looked up, and turned his attention back to the whirlwind, which was now on its return circuit.
"...It's worse than I thought," he grumbled to himself.
Two familiar spidery hands were sticking out from the whirlwind, spinning it around faster and faster. Somehow, that accursed Eccentric, the being who was ultimately responsible for him being here in the first place, had decided to help Swhales out.
As if everything about this entire battle wasn't frustrating enough already.
Still, the tornado was simple enough to dodge. Sirius could easily see it coming... He easily flew aside, despite the injuries to his wing, and watched the ant go past.
As it did, Tim Swhales' most recent meal struck Sirius in the face.
The vomit was far too thick for the heat to evaporate; the flames only served to make the smell even worse. Sirius had reflexively closed his eyes as it approached, and was now blinded by the bile; there was no way he would be able to predict and avoid the ant's next strike. He tried to wipe the vomit away with his hands, but he doubted he would be able to react in time with the ant's growing speed.
Swhales, for his part, was wondering when the hell he could get off this ride.
And the Eccentric didn't seem to care what either of them thought.
FOR GERTRUDE!
The flames surrounded Sirius' body almost immediately. Swhales barely had time to think oh shit that's right this guy can set himself on fire how did I forget that before his own legs were ablaze. He jumped back onto the nearest ant to avoid further exposure, but that just set the ant on fire. It was a temporary solution at best, and Sirius would probably regain his bearings soon and leave Tim antless.
He offered a silent prayer to the Eccentric for help.
STOP, DROP AND ROLL! came the reply.
Swhales was starting to wonder if his new patron was really all that much more useful than the older ones.
NO, NOT YOU. I WAS TALKING TO MARC ANTHONY.
Before Swhales could puzzle out the meaning of the Eccentric's words, the burning ant he stood on suddenly stopped flying, dropped towards the ground, and then started rolling in midair. Tim held on tightly to the least-on-fire part of the ant's head that he could find, as his steed spun faster and faster.
The ant's spinning soon generated a whirlwind around it, and the flames on both Timothy and the ant glowed. They slowly jumped to the whirlwind, guided by the Eccentric's mad hands.
NOW THIS IS WHAT I CALL A FIRE ANT!
The fiery whirlwind flew upwards, back towards Sirius, picking up speed. The angel quickly dodged, and the ant flew past him, going high up in the sky; but he knew it would return soon.
Fortunately, there were now few other ants remaining, and they wouldn't bother him while he was on fire, much as the effect annoyed him in general. But he was still curious - what, exactly, had brought them here?
Perhaps his spiritual vision would provide answers. He stared at the nearest ant. A strange aura surrounded it, but it was unidentifiable.
Then he looked up, and turned his attention back to the whirlwind, which was now on its return circuit.
"...It's worse than I thought," he grumbled to himself.
Two familiar spidery hands were sticking out from the whirlwind, spinning it around faster and faster. Somehow, that accursed Eccentric, the being who was ultimately responsible for him being here in the first place, had decided to help Swhales out.
As if everything about this entire battle wasn't frustrating enough already.
Still, the tornado was simple enough to dodge. Sirius could easily see it coming... He easily flew aside, despite the injuries to his wing, and watched the ant go past.
As it did, Tim Swhales' most recent meal struck Sirius in the face.
The vomit was far too thick for the heat to evaporate; the flames only served to make the smell even worse. Sirius had reflexively closed his eyes as it approached, and was now blinded by the bile; there was no way he would be able to predict and avoid the ant's next strike. He tried to wipe the vomit away with his hands, but he doubted he would be able to react in time with the ant's growing speed.
Swhales, for his part, was wondering when the hell he could get off this ride.
And the Eccentric didn't seem to care what either of them thought.
FOR GERTRUDE!
There's no reason for this | Or this | Death is inevitable | You can't challenge fate | The smallest change | I'm overwhelmed
I'm serious | It makes perfect sense | Easy as ABC! | I can't even explain it | Cleaning up someone else's mess
I suck | I rule | I've got it made | Really, I'm serious | This bugs me | It's all lies | I want to believe | Beauty is a curse
I'm serious | It makes perfect sense | Easy as ABC! | I can't even explain it | Cleaning up someone else's mess
I suck | I rule | I've got it made | Really, I'm serious | This bugs me | It's all lies | I want to believe | Beauty is a curse