Re: Battle Royale! (Game Start!) Round 2: The Hoodoo
11-15-2009, 03:02 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Mystify.
Itzal decided that there was too much danger going on without someone blowing up half the hoodoo. It went back through the tunnel and looked carefully for the source of the damage. After a bit it spotted Whit. The fog was getting close to him. After a brief deliberation, Itzal went back to the tunnel, then ran back out to the edge, and leapt into space. It put out the folds of the cloak to catch the wind, shape shifted so it caught the air and slowed and guided his decent. It was a bit draining, but not nearly as much as becoming a bird had been. It guided itself down, heading for Whit.
Whit looked up and spotted Itzal descending towards him, and raised the god gun to fire at him. It did not fire, it was still within its cooldown period. He frantically kept pulling the trigger, hoping that it would fire, but Itzal hit him, knocking the gun out of his grasps and knocking him to the floor. The god gun skittered across the ground, stopping at the edge of the ledge. Itzal stood over Whit, and drew his daggers.
Itzal and Whit: 48m
fog:41 m
Itzal decided that there was too much danger going on without someone blowing up half the hoodoo. It went back through the tunnel and looked carefully for the source of the damage. After a bit it spotted Whit. The fog was getting close to him. After a brief deliberation, Itzal went back to the tunnel, then ran back out to the edge, and leapt into space. It put out the folds of the cloak to catch the wind, shape shifted so it caught the air and slowed and guided his decent. It was a bit draining, but not nearly as much as becoming a bird had been. It guided itself down, heading for Whit.
Whit looked up and spotted Itzal descending towards him, and raised the god gun to fire at him. It did not fire, it was still within its cooldown period. He frantically kept pulling the trigger, hoping that it would fire, but Itzal hit him, knocking the gun out of his grasps and knocking him to the floor. The god gun skittered across the ground, stopping at the edge of the ledge. Itzal stood over Whit, and drew his daggers.
Itzal and Whit: 48m
fog:41 m