Re: Battle Royale! (Game Start!) Round 3: Sanctuary/Ark
11-20-2009, 04:01 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Drakenforge.
"Interesting", Mike mused. He was intent on learning Itzal's pattern. He was learning, as it were. Itzal could throw daggers with skill, and was ambidextrous.
He grasped his side with his free hand. Blood soaked through and dripped over his fingers.
The two voices in his head told him not to worry, that they knew what they were doing.
The simple fact that they allowed him to come to harm annoyed him.
They were selfish bastards.
The vectors suddenly vanished. Disapated completely. The shards of the rock fell to the deck with a clatter.
A second later, they appeared again. Strength regained.
"Time for a lesson in psychokinesis, it seems."
The vectors picked up every knife Itzal had thrown, including the sharpened rock fragments. They launched them at the mast, creating a clear line of handles going vertically up it.
They were fully embeded into the woodwork.
"Even out of my range of two meter's, I can kill people very easily. That is my first lesson, magic man. Now, let's get serious!"
Mike vaulted from his position from the wall, choosing to not stay in the same place, he zigged and zagged around the deck, and threw himself towards the mast.
The vectors climbed it for him, before proplleing him from it and onto rigging supporting the floating devices.
'One misplaced dagger, and this baby pops. 'that's the theory, anyways'
"Interesting", Mike mused. He was intent on learning Itzal's pattern. He was learning, as it were. Itzal could throw daggers with skill, and was ambidextrous.
He grasped his side with his free hand. Blood soaked through and dripped over his fingers.
The two voices in his head told him not to worry, that they knew what they were doing.
The simple fact that they allowed him to come to harm annoyed him.
They were selfish bastards.
The vectors suddenly vanished. Disapated completely. The shards of the rock fell to the deck with a clatter.
A second later, they appeared again. Strength regained.
"Time for a lesson in psychokinesis, it seems."
The vectors picked up every knife Itzal had thrown, including the sharpened rock fragments. They launched them at the mast, creating a clear line of handles going vertically up it.
They were fully embeded into the woodwork.
"Even out of my range of two meter's, I can kill people very easily. That is my first lesson, magic man. Now, let's get serious!"
Mike vaulted from his position from the wall, choosing to not stay in the same place, he zigged and zagged around the deck, and threw himself towards the mast.
The vectors climbed it for him, before proplleing him from it and onto rigging supporting the floating devices.
'One misplaced dagger, and this baby pops. 'that's the theory, anyways'