Re: Battle Royale! (Game Start!) Round 3: Sanctuary/Ark
01-02-2010, 04:22 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by MyifanW.
Whit made up his mind quickly. It didn't feel right, to him, to kill Itzal like this, or even let it die. Whit knew that Itzal wasn't meant for this kind of direct confrontation, and that it wanted to cooperate for now. It had even given him a sign of trust, the crystals. Whit could hardly find any sense in leaving this kind of alliance so soon- he wanted it to pan out competely, to find the full extent of it's effects on the game.
Whit, put a crystal in his godgun and yelled.
"hey, get back!"
Itzal stopped it's rush. "Grimm" thrusted it's arm at it.
Whit fired the crystal off- it's force severed the Grimm monster's arm. A gunshot resounded from Whit's side. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Mike and... Zeke? In the distance. An idea formed for him.
"Itzal, go back further."
Itzal did without hesitation. It was more comfortable at a range anyway.
Whit stepped closer to the monster, loading his godgun. He had figured out, in part, that the skull manipulated thoughts, and that it was stronger closer to the skull. He wasn't sure exactly what kind of feeling it was manipulating, but he knew it was one that could restrain the thing. The monster definitely had a simple will, it seemed- something that Whit decided to use.
The monster was oppressed by Whit's will, and attempted to move away, maybe towards Itzal- A hoodoo crystal flew through it's side and it stopped. It quickly relocated it's pieces, creating new arms and body parts. Whit was closer now, and "Grimm"'s will was constantly overrided by Whit's demand that it stopped. It attempted to move away again- another shot hit it. It turned to stare at Whit again, who stopped moving, out of range of it's lunge. If it attacked him, it would be shot. If it attacked Itzal, it would be shot. If it tried to run towards the forest, it was shot. It desperately tried another direction. Shot. Another. Shot. One more. It was not shot, and it broke free of Whit's demand that it stopped. It ran... Towards Zeke and Mike.
"ha, it worked."
Whit watched "Grimm" bound off towards the injured combattants. It was less massive now, but it didn't stop it from being hulking. Whit had decided in an earlier instant that it was fine if they died- they were already worn down, being forced against their limits. As far as Whit was concerned, they had played every chip they had already- it was time to collect. It was his gamble, taming the "Grimm" monster, against what little ability Zeke and Mike had left.
he turned his attention back to Itzal.
"here, have these back. I'm borrowing some though."
He underhandedly lobbed the crystals back, and pocketed a few.
Itzal caught it easily, resonding: "not bad... Not bad at all."
Whit made up his mind quickly. It didn't feel right, to him, to kill Itzal like this, or even let it die. Whit knew that Itzal wasn't meant for this kind of direct confrontation, and that it wanted to cooperate for now. It had even given him a sign of trust, the crystals. Whit could hardly find any sense in leaving this kind of alliance so soon- he wanted it to pan out competely, to find the full extent of it's effects on the game.
Whit, put a crystal in his godgun and yelled.
"hey, get back!"
Itzal stopped it's rush. "Grimm" thrusted it's arm at it.
Whit fired the crystal off- it's force severed the Grimm monster's arm. A gunshot resounded from Whit's side. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Mike and... Zeke? In the distance. An idea formed for him.
"Itzal, go back further."
Itzal did without hesitation. It was more comfortable at a range anyway.
Whit stepped closer to the monster, loading his godgun. He had figured out, in part, that the skull manipulated thoughts, and that it was stronger closer to the skull. He wasn't sure exactly what kind of feeling it was manipulating, but he knew it was one that could restrain the thing. The monster definitely had a simple will, it seemed- something that Whit decided to use.
The monster was oppressed by Whit's will, and attempted to move away, maybe towards Itzal- A hoodoo crystal flew through it's side and it stopped. It quickly relocated it's pieces, creating new arms and body parts. Whit was closer now, and "Grimm"'s will was constantly overrided by Whit's demand that it stopped. It attempted to move away again- another shot hit it. It turned to stare at Whit again, who stopped moving, out of range of it's lunge. If it attacked him, it would be shot. If it attacked Itzal, it would be shot. If it tried to run towards the forest, it was shot. It desperately tried another direction. Shot. Another. Shot. One more. It was not shot, and it broke free of Whit's demand that it stopped. It ran... Towards Zeke and Mike.
"ha, it worked."
Whit watched "Grimm" bound off towards the injured combattants. It was less massive now, but it didn't stop it from being hulking. Whit had decided in an earlier instant that it was fine if they died- they were already worn down, being forced against their limits. As far as Whit was concerned, they had played every chip they had already- it was time to collect. It was his gamble, taming the "Grimm" monster, against what little ability Zeke and Mike had left.
he turned his attention back to Itzal.
"here, have these back. I'm borrowing some though."
He underhandedly lobbed the crystals back, and pocketed a few.
Itzal caught it easily, resonding: "not bad... Not bad at all."
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