Re: Pitched Combat [Round 1: Forêt Noire]
12-30-2009, 10:52 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by MyifanW.
The Manikin pushed itself up. It realized that there was a constant force dragging it down, gravity, and that it needed to push itself against that downward force to go anywhere. It also realized that there was something solid under it, the ground, which he and most other lives were on top of. It looked at the tree it had eaten. As he looked down the tree's life, he saw that it branched out into hundreds of strands after a certain point. Ground was a layer in whichaltered lives... Even if the manikin couldn't sense any life ground had, it felt it was worth inspecting. It flopped back on the floor again, turning it's chest into the biggest mouth possible and took a bite out of the ground. As it broke down what it had eaten, it lay still. It had eaten something heavy, and it felt that it was being weighed down. As it digested, the feeling became less and less powerful, and it felt as if it became bigger. It's digestion ability converted the mass of what he ate, and gradually converted into mass it could control, it comprehended. It thought about what it had eaten... It was damp, watery, an incomprehensible mix of rocks and wood and possibly others. It realized it had digested it quickly- too quickly for an indepth analysis. To really inspect things, it needed something digested slowly, something denser.
It turned it's attention to the approaching blue life, which drew close and... Pointed at it. However, when the blue life pointed at it it felt a slight force against it's leg. Was it holding a lifeless object? The Manikin decided to see for itself. It's leg split in two and twisted upwards, biting. It felt a thin shape, but a wide one from another dimension, a hard object. Harder, in fact, than it's teeth. It bit down as hard as it could, but it could not sever the blade.
The Manikin pushed itself up. It realized that there was a constant force dragging it down, gravity, and that it needed to push itself against that downward force to go anywhere. It also realized that there was something solid under it, the ground, which he and most other lives were on top of. It looked at the tree it had eaten. As he looked down the tree's life, he saw that it branched out into hundreds of strands after a certain point. Ground was a layer in whichaltered lives... Even if the manikin couldn't sense any life ground had, it felt it was worth inspecting. It flopped back on the floor again, turning it's chest into the biggest mouth possible and took a bite out of the ground. As it broke down what it had eaten, it lay still. It had eaten something heavy, and it felt that it was being weighed down. As it digested, the feeling became less and less powerful, and it felt as if it became bigger. It's digestion ability converted the mass of what he ate, and gradually converted into mass it could control, it comprehended. It thought about what it had eaten... It was damp, watery, an incomprehensible mix of rocks and wood and possibly others. It realized it had digested it quickly- too quickly for an indepth analysis. To really inspect things, it needed something digested slowly, something denser.
It turned it's attention to the approaching blue life, which drew close and... Pointed at it. However, when the blue life pointed at it it felt a slight force against it's leg. Was it holding a lifeless object? The Manikin decided to see for itself. It's leg split in two and twisted upwards, biting. It felt a thin shape, but a wide one from another dimension, a hard object. Harder, in fact, than it's teeth. It bit down as hard as it could, but it could not sever the blade.