Re: The Battle Majestic (Round 3 - Oxbow Inc.)
04-23-2011, 04:28 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Drakenforge.
Iris was surprised by the lack of resistance put up by the feathered humanoid. He had dropped the box which voices spoke out of, and made to grab it. Deeming it important, Iris kicked it from his reach. Iris expected it to put up a fight and gripped her knife in response, yet they just ran out the door and fled. As Iris turned to the control panel that was almost completely alien to her she realised she had no idea what to do. She could read the symbols easily, and found the lever marked ON/OFF. She quickly forced it down, causing the foam prison to stop lowering. Sen dangled helplessly over the vat of formaldehyde, unable to free itself. Iris crossed over to the front of the Tender, keeping a wide birth so as to not be in reach of its head. It lashed out, attempting to bite her head, but falling short. Iris could hear the clicks that formed as its base language. Through the battle, she had lain dormant in Wolf’s mind, and she had watched and listened to this creature intently. It was nothing she had known in her lifetime, or even after that. It was a large creature, yet was closer to a plant than an animal. It wanted to set free the seeds on its body, yes was doing so one per world. Iris had done the math; it had enough seeds to overrun every world that they entered. She was no vigilante. She didn’t care about the empty station, the tribes of the last round, or these strange underwater denizens. All she cared about was revenge for what happened to Wolf. Even if it only meant taking out the two organising the battle, then she’d be happy.
While Sen’s language was nonsense to even Wolf, Iris had a vague understanding of what it was saying, and how to speak it herself.
“Calm yourself!”
The Tender stopped its wild aggress, and watched Iris through its large beady eyes. There was not enough language to tell it that she was an ally, or that she was not an enemy. However, Iris knew it cared for the seeds alone.
“I assist the Tender.” Was what she settled on telling it.
If there was one thing Iris was happy about the battle, it was that she had entered it stealthily. The two organisers had no idea of her potential, her powers. She was more than human. In her time in the underworld, Iris had seen many souls. Both humans and animals rotted away in eternal torment. Many lost their minds easily, yet Iris was the Shaman who had devoured the power of a god. She not only fought off anything that would come near her in that land, she rebelled against the creatures that had run it. Every time she saw an animal’s spirit that had retained none of it’s sanity she would devour it to gain its power. And over the several hundred years in that world, she had gained plenty of souls to use. She felt the ebb and flow of the souls within her body and mind, and sought out a jumble of predatory birds. A silver essence seeped from her body and converged on her arms, taking on the appearance of large, sharp talons.
Of course, the essence wasn’t just for show. It enhanced her body greatly in many different ways. With just a few quick, rapid strikes Iris had shaved off enough foam for the Tender to break free. It slammed into the ground, away from the vats. It quickly tore off the remaining foam and fought it’s was to a standing position
It regarded Iris for a few seconds, and while Iris wondered whether or not it would be hostile they were interrupted by the drone. As they were in a clear line of fire, it began shooting as soon as it turned on them. While Iris had faster reflexes, she managed to make a small wall over the Tender before the bullets hit. It managed to deflect most of them off course, but the Tender was still grazed by several of the rounds. Sen tore through the remnants of the spirit wall and bound after the drone, just getting more enraged by each bullet that pierced it’s thick hide. It pounded the drone into the wall with its large claw, and began tearing through the metal and wiring within its body.
Iris felt only ashamed that she had allowed the tender to come to harm. She needed it alive to cause as much havoc as possible. She knew that such thoughts were evil, but she had long stopped caring about lives or morality. She would never regain a life of her own, and her very existence had ended had stopped one life too many in this battle.
The human is sad?
Iris bit her lip as she heard the sound of pity in Wolf’s voice. It was bad enough that she had killed the animal, but now she was cursed to be in its place instead. To have his voice in her head instead of the other way around was a cruel fate. She chose to ignore Wolf for the time being. She had more pressing matters to attend to.
She examined the wreckage of the drone. Sure enough, Sen had torn a large amount of the insides out. Iris couldn’t make much sense of what was left, so assumed it was destroyed. Sen was walking down the street, so Iris decided to follow. A loud bang echoed through the streets, originating from the drone. Iris turned to see its eyes dimming, and the weapon it held fall to the floor. With little reason to stay, Iris followed the Tender on whatever path it was making for itself, content with being a destroyer rather than a savoir.
Iris was surprised by the lack of resistance put up by the feathered humanoid. He had dropped the box which voices spoke out of, and made to grab it. Deeming it important, Iris kicked it from his reach. Iris expected it to put up a fight and gripped her knife in response, yet they just ran out the door and fled. As Iris turned to the control panel that was almost completely alien to her she realised she had no idea what to do. She could read the symbols easily, and found the lever marked ON/OFF. She quickly forced it down, causing the foam prison to stop lowering. Sen dangled helplessly over the vat of formaldehyde, unable to free itself. Iris crossed over to the front of the Tender, keeping a wide birth so as to not be in reach of its head. It lashed out, attempting to bite her head, but falling short. Iris could hear the clicks that formed as its base language. Through the battle, she had lain dormant in Wolf’s mind, and she had watched and listened to this creature intently. It was nothing she had known in her lifetime, or even after that. It was a large creature, yet was closer to a plant than an animal. It wanted to set free the seeds on its body, yes was doing so one per world. Iris had done the math; it had enough seeds to overrun every world that they entered. She was no vigilante. She didn’t care about the empty station, the tribes of the last round, or these strange underwater denizens. All she cared about was revenge for what happened to Wolf. Even if it only meant taking out the two organising the battle, then she’d be happy.
While Sen’s language was nonsense to even Wolf, Iris had a vague understanding of what it was saying, and how to speak it herself.
“Calm yourself!”
The Tender stopped its wild aggress, and watched Iris through its large beady eyes. There was not enough language to tell it that she was an ally, or that she was not an enemy. However, Iris knew it cared for the seeds alone.
“I assist the Tender.” Was what she settled on telling it.
If there was one thing Iris was happy about the battle, it was that she had entered it stealthily. The two organisers had no idea of her potential, her powers. She was more than human. In her time in the underworld, Iris had seen many souls. Both humans and animals rotted away in eternal torment. Many lost their minds easily, yet Iris was the Shaman who had devoured the power of a god. She not only fought off anything that would come near her in that land, she rebelled against the creatures that had run it. Every time she saw an animal’s spirit that had retained none of it’s sanity she would devour it to gain its power. And over the several hundred years in that world, she had gained plenty of souls to use. She felt the ebb and flow of the souls within her body and mind, and sought out a jumble of predatory birds. A silver essence seeped from her body and converged on her arms, taking on the appearance of large, sharp talons.
Of course, the essence wasn’t just for show. It enhanced her body greatly in many different ways. With just a few quick, rapid strikes Iris had shaved off enough foam for the Tender to break free. It slammed into the ground, away from the vats. It quickly tore off the remaining foam and fought it’s was to a standing position
It regarded Iris for a few seconds, and while Iris wondered whether or not it would be hostile they were interrupted by the drone. As they were in a clear line of fire, it began shooting as soon as it turned on them. While Iris had faster reflexes, she managed to make a small wall over the Tender before the bullets hit. It managed to deflect most of them off course, but the Tender was still grazed by several of the rounds. Sen tore through the remnants of the spirit wall and bound after the drone, just getting more enraged by each bullet that pierced it’s thick hide. It pounded the drone into the wall with its large claw, and began tearing through the metal and wiring within its body.
Iris felt only ashamed that she had allowed the tender to come to harm. She needed it alive to cause as much havoc as possible. She knew that such thoughts were evil, but she had long stopped caring about lives or morality. She would never regain a life of her own, and her very existence had ended had stopped one life too many in this battle.
The human is sad?
Iris bit her lip as she heard the sound of pity in Wolf’s voice. It was bad enough that she had killed the animal, but now she was cursed to be in its place instead. To have his voice in her head instead of the other way around was a cruel fate. She chose to ignore Wolf for the time being. She had more pressing matters to attend to.
She examined the wreckage of the drone. Sure enough, Sen had torn a large amount of the insides out. Iris couldn’t make much sense of what was left, so assumed it was destroyed. Sen was walking down the street, so Iris decided to follow. A loud bang echoed through the streets, originating from the drone. Iris turned to see its eyes dimming, and the weapon it held fall to the floor. With little reason to stay, Iris followed the Tender on whatever path it was making for itself, content with being a destroyer rather than a savoir.