Re: Battle Royale! Round 4: Artistry
01-17-2010, 07:42 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Mystify.
"I should have expected as much from you. No matter, I have plenty of tricks up my sleeve." Itzal moved its foot and tripped a prepared string. The side on one of its hidden reality-warped devices sprung open, launching the small ball at Zeke at terminal velocity. This is only about a tenth the speed of a bullet, and Zeke jerked out of the way of it, leaving a mere scratch on his back. He look at Itzal, ready to leap, but Itzal was not longer there.
"Oh, not this again" Zeke muttered.
Meanwhile, Whit was send tumbling by Mikes tackle. His godgun flew out of his hand and skittered across the floor. Whit tried to leap for it, but was snatched out of the air by Mike's vectors and thrown across the room. lifted his head to see Mike walking over to the godgun.
"So, this is the weapon you've been firing all over" Mike said picking it up. He examined it for a moment then aimed it at Whit. He was about to pull the trigger when motion from above caught his eye. One of the blocks was falling from above.
Itzal watched as Mikes vectors caught the block before it hit him. As expected. Itzal was already in the middle of throwing a volley of daggers. Daggers embedded themselves in Mike's side and he gasped in pain, and nearly simultaneously HooDoo daggers struck his vectors, causing them to drop the block. He dove out of the way, nearly making it before it slammed down on his leg. The godgun went skittering across the floor and fell into a pit. Itzal launched another volley of daggers to finish mike off.
Zeke suddenly launched himself out of nowhere and grabbed the daggers out of the air, throwing them back at Itzal. They struck Itzal in the stomach, sinking in deeply. "Got you." Zeke said, and leapt at Itzal, brandishing the pen down in an Icy
strike.
Itzal gasped as he yanked the dagger out of his stomach and used it to parry the pen. A flurry of motion ensued, Zeke striking quickly with the pen while Itzal tried desperately to fend him off. "If you make A quip about the pen being mightier than the sword, I'll have to stab you" Itzal remarked.
"If it is, then I'll have nothing to worry about" Zeke remarked.
Suddenly, Itzal deflected the pen down instead of away, sending the pen slashing across his stomach.
"Wrong move."
"Was it?" Itzal asked, straitening.
Zeke suddenly realized he had frozen the wound shut, stopping Itzals blood loss. "Clever."
Itzal reached into his cloak and pulled out a handful of flash powder, throwing it
down between Zeke and it.
Zeke saw the now familiar motion of the Itzal throwing down the flash powder, and closed his eyes. He leapt in the direction he guessed Itzal would go. He saw the flash through his closed eyelids and opened his eyes to see Itzal darting behind a bush, and swiftly followed.
Whit tried to stand, only to have a sharp pain shoot through his leg, and he fell back to the ground. Whit watched the battle unfold between Itzal and Zeke. His head ached, and vision blurred in and out of focus.
"Get up"
Whit ignored the voice.
"Get up."
The voice became more persistent.
"I said, get up!"
Whit realized it was Noah.
"I don't want to" Whit said. He just wanted to rest.
"You've come too far to just lie there. Now, Get up!"
Whit realized the skull was right, now was not the time to give up. He forced himself to focus. The godgun. He needed to get the godgun back. He started pulling himself across the ground towards the pit it had fallen in. After a while he reached it. He looked down and saw the godgun laying at the bottom of the pit. He reached for it, then realized his depth perception must have been off because he fell into the pit before his hand came anywhere near the gun. He landed in the bottom of the pit, and pain shot through his side. He mentally added a broken rib to his list of injuries.
Itzal ran from Zeke, trying to get some distance between them. Suddenly, he found Zeke standing in front of him, and he slid to a stop. Zeke stabbed at it with his gauntlet, but Itzal managed to catch the blow with its cloak.
"I am getting sick of you." Zeke said, continuing his assualt.
"Then let me put you out of your misery" Itzal said, swiftly erasing one of its prepared lines. Reality shifted to account for this difference, and a wall appeared in between them.
Whit looked up out of the pit. He needed to get away from this battle, but all the doors were blocked. This setup had gone awry, and he wanted time to regroup. He thought back to what Itzal said about erasing a pit. If it was right, then erasing the pit would merely put him into the positive space, effectively removing him from combat. If Itzal was right. And was telling the truth. Whit mulled the options over for a moment, then erased the pit, trusting in fate to protect him.
"I should have expected as much from you. No matter, I have plenty of tricks up my sleeve." Itzal moved its foot and tripped a prepared string. The side on one of its hidden reality-warped devices sprung open, launching the small ball at Zeke at terminal velocity. This is only about a tenth the speed of a bullet, and Zeke jerked out of the way of it, leaving a mere scratch on his back. He look at Itzal, ready to leap, but Itzal was not longer there.
"Oh, not this again" Zeke muttered.
Meanwhile, Whit was send tumbling by Mikes tackle. His godgun flew out of his hand and skittered across the floor. Whit tried to leap for it, but was snatched out of the air by Mike's vectors and thrown across the room. lifted his head to see Mike walking over to the godgun.
"So, this is the weapon you've been firing all over" Mike said picking it up. He examined it for a moment then aimed it at Whit. He was about to pull the trigger when motion from above caught his eye. One of the blocks was falling from above.
Itzal watched as Mikes vectors caught the block before it hit him. As expected. Itzal was already in the middle of throwing a volley of daggers. Daggers embedded themselves in Mike's side and he gasped in pain, and nearly simultaneously HooDoo daggers struck his vectors, causing them to drop the block. He dove out of the way, nearly making it before it slammed down on his leg. The godgun went skittering across the floor and fell into a pit. Itzal launched another volley of daggers to finish mike off.
Zeke suddenly launched himself out of nowhere and grabbed the daggers out of the air, throwing them back at Itzal. They struck Itzal in the stomach, sinking in deeply. "Got you." Zeke said, and leapt at Itzal, brandishing the pen down in an Icy
strike.
Itzal gasped as he yanked the dagger out of his stomach and used it to parry the pen. A flurry of motion ensued, Zeke striking quickly with the pen while Itzal tried desperately to fend him off. "If you make A quip about the pen being mightier than the sword, I'll have to stab you" Itzal remarked.
"If it is, then I'll have nothing to worry about" Zeke remarked.
Suddenly, Itzal deflected the pen down instead of away, sending the pen slashing across his stomach.
"Wrong move."
"Was it?" Itzal asked, straitening.
Zeke suddenly realized he had frozen the wound shut, stopping Itzals blood loss. "Clever."
Itzal reached into his cloak and pulled out a handful of flash powder, throwing it
down between Zeke and it.
Zeke saw the now familiar motion of the Itzal throwing down the flash powder, and closed his eyes. He leapt in the direction he guessed Itzal would go. He saw the flash through his closed eyelids and opened his eyes to see Itzal darting behind a bush, and swiftly followed.
Whit tried to stand, only to have a sharp pain shoot through his leg, and he fell back to the ground. Whit watched the battle unfold between Itzal and Zeke. His head ached, and vision blurred in and out of focus.
"Get up"
Whit ignored the voice.
"Get up."
The voice became more persistent.
"I said, get up!"
Whit realized it was Noah.
"I don't want to" Whit said. He just wanted to rest.
"You've come too far to just lie there. Now, Get up!"
Whit realized the skull was right, now was not the time to give up. He forced himself to focus. The godgun. He needed to get the godgun back. He started pulling himself across the ground towards the pit it had fallen in. After a while he reached it. He looked down and saw the godgun laying at the bottom of the pit. He reached for it, then realized his depth perception must have been off because he fell into the pit before his hand came anywhere near the gun. He landed in the bottom of the pit, and pain shot through his side. He mentally added a broken rib to his list of injuries.
Itzal ran from Zeke, trying to get some distance between them. Suddenly, he found Zeke standing in front of him, and he slid to a stop. Zeke stabbed at it with his gauntlet, but Itzal managed to catch the blow with its cloak.
"I am getting sick of you." Zeke said, continuing his assualt.
"Then let me put you out of your misery" Itzal said, swiftly erasing one of its prepared lines. Reality shifted to account for this difference, and a wall appeared in between them.
Whit looked up out of the pit. He needed to get away from this battle, but all the doors were blocked. This setup had gone awry, and he wanted time to regroup. He thought back to what Itzal said about erasing a pit. If it was right, then erasing the pit would merely put him into the positive space, effectively removing him from combat. If Itzal was right. And was telling the truth. Whit mulled the options over for a moment, then erased the pit, trusting in fate to protect him.