Re: Pitched Combat [Round 1: Forêt Noire]
01-04-2010, 09:37 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Lisawags.
Jordan noticed the flames many meters away from him, and it was spreading quickly. He slowly took big steps backwards and finally ran. While running, he heard Vasily yell in the distance. "So close, so close..." he murmured. Even when his lungs started burning, he continued to run, and even if he could barely breath, he ran, ran as fast as possible. He kept on running until he couldn't take it, couldn't go on, and finally collapsed.
Not once did he turn back, but he did now. The fire was barely visible, he was safe... for now, at least. He lay down and gasped for air, precious air, and coughed loudly. Later, he finally caught his breath and stopped coughing and desperately gasp for air. Now, he breathed at a normal pace. Jordan slowly stood up and looked around at his surroundings with his hand on his chest. The fire was growing bigger, and he would have to go soon, very soon, if he wants to survive at all.
He walked away from the fire, and kept looking back to make sure that the blaze was behind him so he wouldn't be walking in a big circle. The forest was cold, but he didn't notice that because he was warming himself up, so he was glad that he had his power... for once.
His power until now has always been a burden to him. It wasn't needed because he would never go camping or anything, and he always had to make sure that he didn't accidentally set anyone on fire. That was a mistake he would never make again. He would keep his guard up, never under estimate his own power, and keep his emotions in control. He could never feel too much anger, so he replaced it with fear, fear of himself, fear of the harm he could cause.
Hoping that none of the nasty creatures would hear him, he yawned loudly and nodded slowly. He stretched his arms and kept walking, no matter how tired he was. His legs ached, and his throat burned a little.
There was a low humming noise. He ignored it, and it became louder, and louder. Soon, he came across a giant bee with a head of an arachnid. It carried two swords and shields. It had two free arms and advanced toward the young man quickly. Quickly, he took several steps back, and finally turned around. He made a run for it. It was a pitiful attempt at surviving, but he saw the fire engulf the trees and spread instantly. Now was not the place nor the time to light things on fire willy-nilly.
The low hum turned into a loud buzz, and he tried to run faster and faster, but the bee kept up without a sweat. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore and took a risk he didn't like. He screamed out loud, a scream that was heard throughout the forest, a scream that the contestants of this sick game heard, a scream that the creatures heard. He prayed that someone heard his plea for help, and was on their way. Or, at least some creature would come eat the bee, or something. Hell, maybe he would survive.
Jordan noticed the flames many meters away from him, and it was spreading quickly. He slowly took big steps backwards and finally ran. While running, he heard Vasily yell in the distance. "So close, so close..." he murmured. Even when his lungs started burning, he continued to run, and even if he could barely breath, he ran, ran as fast as possible. He kept on running until he couldn't take it, couldn't go on, and finally collapsed.
Not once did he turn back, but he did now. The fire was barely visible, he was safe... for now, at least. He lay down and gasped for air, precious air, and coughed loudly. Later, he finally caught his breath and stopped coughing and desperately gasp for air. Now, he breathed at a normal pace. Jordan slowly stood up and looked around at his surroundings with his hand on his chest. The fire was growing bigger, and he would have to go soon, very soon, if he wants to survive at all.
He walked away from the fire, and kept looking back to make sure that the blaze was behind him so he wouldn't be walking in a big circle. The forest was cold, but he didn't notice that because he was warming himself up, so he was glad that he had his power... for once.
His power until now has always been a burden to him. It wasn't needed because he would never go camping or anything, and he always had to make sure that he didn't accidentally set anyone on fire. That was a mistake he would never make again. He would keep his guard up, never under estimate his own power, and keep his emotions in control. He could never feel too much anger, so he replaced it with fear, fear of himself, fear of the harm he could cause.
Hoping that none of the nasty creatures would hear him, he yawned loudly and nodded slowly. He stretched his arms and kept walking, no matter how tired he was. His legs ached, and his throat burned a little.
There was a low humming noise. He ignored it, and it became louder, and louder. Soon, he came across a giant bee with a head of an arachnid. It carried two swords and shields. It had two free arms and advanced toward the young man quickly. Quickly, he took several steps back, and finally turned around. He made a run for it. It was a pitiful attempt at surviving, but he saw the fire engulf the trees and spread instantly. Now was not the place nor the time to light things on fire willy-nilly.
The low hum turned into a loud buzz, and he tried to run faster and faster, but the bee kept up without a sweat. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore and took a risk he didn't like. He screamed out loud, a scream that was heard throughout the forest, a scream that the contestants of this sick game heard, a scream that the creatures heard. He prayed that someone heard his plea for help, and was on their way. Or, at least some creature would come eat the bee, or something. Hell, maybe he would survive.