Re: The Battle Majestic (Round 1 - Bubble Universe)
02-22-2010, 05:45 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Not The Author.
Jacob Helix stepped out of nowhere into what was clearly a poor situation. Vex was separated from he, Steven, and Blitz by a wall of flames. The nearby plants seemed to be growing more of that silvery bark, containing and supressing the fire, but Vex was somewhat panicked nonetheless. Whether from Blitz's erratic behavior or because he'd arrived, Jacob was unsure. What he was sure of was that Blitz was extremely troublesome.
Jacob didn't use guns, of course, but the concept was the same.
There were several problems with killing Blitz, but most of those lay with Vex's view of "the right thing." He could be dealt with (peacibly) later. Steven, however, was in danger, and that wouldn't do at all.
Blitz brought up his arm, perhaps a bit jerkily, and launched another bolt through the empty space Steven had occupied moments before. "Sorry about this," said Jacob, releasing his grip on Steven's legs, "but I'm pretty sure we lost him." The scraggly youth looked back, but Jacob was staring through the flames. Then he was on his feet, sword trained on the rising, scarred figure of whom might once have been called 'human.'
"Gggggget a<font size="4">wWWAy!</font>
A bolt flew within inches of Jacob's head. The troubleshooter grimaced. "Come on, now. Pull yourself together." He sidestepped another bolt.
"I-I'm trying! Shut up!"
This made Jacob pause, long enough for Blitz to land a reflex-boosted punch on his sword arm. "Friggin'-!" His sword fell to the ground, as did he, avoiding a follow-up electrical bolt.
"SSSSSTAND S<font size="4">SSSTILL AND DIE!"</font>
Suddenly Steven was behind Blitz, restraining his arms. Blitz was frantically struggling, ineffectually pouring sparks into Steven's indestructable gloves. Jacob slowly brought himself to his feet, sword in hand. Brushing filth from his plate chestpiece, he scowled at the struggling youth. "So," he began, but was cut off by a heavy, abnormally shaped hand clamping down on his shoulder.
"You don't have to kill him."
There was a pause, ruined somewhat by Blitz's continued struggle. Finally, Jacob spoke.
"...Which one of us are you referring to?"
Vex's response was interrupted by an echoing, sorrowful howl.
Jacob Helix stepped out of nowhere into what was clearly a poor situation. Vex was separated from he, Steven, and Blitz by a wall of flames. The nearby plants seemed to be growing more of that silvery bark, containing and supressing the fire, but Vex was somewhat panicked nonetheless. Whether from Blitz's erratic behavior or because he'd arrived, Jacob was unsure. What he was sure of was that Blitz was extremely troublesome.
Jacob didn't use guns, of course, but the concept was the same.
There were several problems with killing Blitz, but most of those lay with Vex's view of "the right thing." He could be dealt with (peacibly) later. Steven, however, was in danger, and that wouldn't do at all.
Blitz brought up his arm, perhaps a bit jerkily, and launched another bolt through the empty space Steven had occupied moments before. "Sorry about this," said Jacob, releasing his grip on Steven's legs, "but I'm pretty sure we lost him." The scraggly youth looked back, but Jacob was staring through the flames. Then he was on his feet, sword trained on the rising, scarred figure of whom might once have been called 'human.'
"Gggggget a<font size="4">wWWAy!</font>
A bolt flew within inches of Jacob's head. The troubleshooter grimaced. "Come on, now. Pull yourself together." He sidestepped another bolt.
"I-I'm trying! Shut up!"
This made Jacob pause, long enough for Blitz to land a reflex-boosted punch on his sword arm. "Friggin'-!" His sword fell to the ground, as did he, avoiding a follow-up electrical bolt.
"SSSSSTAND S<font size="4">SSSTILL AND DIE!"</font>
Suddenly Steven was behind Blitz, restraining his arms. Blitz was frantically struggling, ineffectually pouring sparks into Steven's indestructable gloves. Jacob slowly brought himself to his feet, sword in hand. Brushing filth from his plate chestpiece, he scowled at the struggling youth. "So," he began, but was cut off by a heavy, abnormally shaped hand clamping down on his shoulder.
"You don't have to kill him."
There was a pause, ruined somewhat by Blitz's continued struggle. Finally, Jacob spoke.
"...Which one of us are you referring to?"
Vex's response was interrupted by an echoing, sorrowful howl.