Re: Battle Royale! Round 5: Monte Casino
01-27-2010, 08:19 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Drakenforge.
Mike stared down his undead opponant. He was much stornger in death, Mike could feel it. That, and his arm had gained some sort of power. But Mike was not afraid. He was still very happy with the situation. Suddenly, a white shape scuttled around the floor towards Zeke, before suddenly exploding in a bright flash. Everything went white, and Mike lept forwards hoping the vectors could take the corpse by surprise. It came down and slammed againt the whitmaw arm, blocked, and the zombie reeled around and slammed his foot into the side of Mike's ribs. Mike grabbed his leg before he could move away and slammed his elbow down on the bone, breaking it. He didn't even flinch as he batted away the first vector and was blocked by the second. As he stumbled they worked in unison to batter away at his arm.
The black void watched in amusement as it's creation fought an enemy very similer in power to him. It stood there as a silent vigil.
Lutherion(No relation) parried Mike's vectors like they were nothing and brought his arm down in an overhead blow. Even when both vectors blocked Mike felt the force of the blow through his entire body. The boards under the carpet broke under his feet and he lost his balance. He had to end this NOW. He saw the fingers racing towards him, but instead of trying to block it Mike stood there, blank. At the last second he bent forwards, his head bent to the side the dead man's hand was on. The claw ripped past his ear and took Mike's left horn with it. The familiar agony raced through Mike's mind and body, forcing him to bellow a war cry. The vectors started to pulse and grow, similer to the effect that occured in the hoodoo. They broke the floor around Mike, feeing his legs. Mike's eyes turned blank and lifeless as he forced himself away in his own head to save his mind from the pain. The vectors took over.
"HahauahaahahahaHA! IntErestiNg tricK, BOy!. But you Have A LONg waY to gO!"
He lunged again, swing the arm like an axe. The right vector blocked it, then warred itself around his wrist. He struggled to release the arm whilst the left vector impaled itself through his chest cavity. It continued on, passing though his back and out the other end as the connection line snaked it's way through with it. Lutherion stared down at the hole in chest and giggled. It was the last noise his mouth made and the vector in his chest ripped him clean in two veertically. He collapsed and his arm was released. As it fell, shards buried inside it began to vibrate before the whole arm exploded, showering most of the remaining humans that had not ran away with bits of bone. Mike took a large portion of the blast but was spared from the shrapnell. The vector inspected the damage. It was not a burning explosion but more of a force one. Two ribs were cracked, and there was some internal bruising. they deemed Mike still fit to fight as they surveyed the carnage. Zeke was picking himself from the floor after he had predicted the arms blast radius and leapt to safety. He glanced at Mike and saw he was completely out of it. He too looked at the fallen crowd. Dead. The lot of them. But from judging the one who made the explosion it was not their end. Not yet.
"They get stronger" Spoke the vectors through Mike's mouth. "Now it begins"
Mike stared down his undead opponant. He was much stornger in death, Mike could feel it. That, and his arm had gained some sort of power. But Mike was not afraid. He was still very happy with the situation. Suddenly, a white shape scuttled around the floor towards Zeke, before suddenly exploding in a bright flash. Everything went white, and Mike lept forwards hoping the vectors could take the corpse by surprise. It came down and slammed againt the whitmaw arm, blocked, and the zombie reeled around and slammed his foot into the side of Mike's ribs. Mike grabbed his leg before he could move away and slammed his elbow down on the bone, breaking it. He didn't even flinch as he batted away the first vector and was blocked by the second. As he stumbled they worked in unison to batter away at his arm.
The black void watched in amusement as it's creation fought an enemy very similer in power to him. It stood there as a silent vigil.
Lutherion(No relation) parried Mike's vectors like they were nothing and brought his arm down in an overhead blow. Even when both vectors blocked Mike felt the force of the blow through his entire body. The boards under the carpet broke under his feet and he lost his balance. He had to end this NOW. He saw the fingers racing towards him, but instead of trying to block it Mike stood there, blank. At the last second he bent forwards, his head bent to the side the dead man's hand was on. The claw ripped past his ear and took Mike's left horn with it. The familiar agony raced through Mike's mind and body, forcing him to bellow a war cry. The vectors started to pulse and grow, similer to the effect that occured in the hoodoo. They broke the floor around Mike, feeing his legs. Mike's eyes turned blank and lifeless as he forced himself away in his own head to save his mind from the pain. The vectors took over.
"HahauahaahahahaHA! IntErestiNg tricK, BOy!. But you Have A LONg waY to gO!"
He lunged again, swing the arm like an axe. The right vector blocked it, then warred itself around his wrist. He struggled to release the arm whilst the left vector impaled itself through his chest cavity. It continued on, passing though his back and out the other end as the connection line snaked it's way through with it. Lutherion stared down at the hole in chest and giggled. It was the last noise his mouth made and the vector in his chest ripped him clean in two veertically. He collapsed and his arm was released. As it fell, shards buried inside it began to vibrate before the whole arm exploded, showering most of the remaining humans that had not ran away with bits of bone. Mike took a large portion of the blast but was spared from the shrapnell. The vector inspected the damage. It was not a burning explosion but more of a force one. Two ribs were cracked, and there was some internal bruising. they deemed Mike still fit to fight as they surveyed the carnage. Zeke was picking himself from the floor after he had predicted the arms blast radius and leapt to safety. He glanced at Mike and saw he was completely out of it. He too looked at the fallen crowd. Dead. The lot of them. But from judging the one who made the explosion it was not their end. Not yet.
"They get stronger" Spoke the vectors through Mike's mouth. "Now it begins"