Re: Pitched Combat [Round 1: Forêt Noire]
01-16-2010, 11:30 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by MalkyTop.
At least the fire finally died down. But they were still as cornered as before.
Though the large dragon was certainly something to worry about, Vasily was thinking carefully about this strange darkness. Was it actually sentient? It seemed to have sent out minions despite the fact that they had been cornered, that there was no way they could get out. The minions, perhaps, were distractions. The darkness, though it seemed to repel all life, sent out something seemingly alive in hopes they wouldn't see something. Maybe.
These small demons were not so hard to fight. Yes, they were surrounded, but the demons seemed to lack any plan besides rushing, and they almost were as insubstantial as the darkness seemed. A wide swing and poof, there they went. So the pirate allowed himself to watch the still-approaching wall of darkness. Watched it carefully for any signs of a weakness.
The darkness had already come up to the cottage, covering about half of the clearing. And then it went...carefully around the ruined cottage.
There was something about the cottage that the darkness didn't like.
Right seemed to be shouting out to the dragon for help. The dragon didn't appear to respond, but as they were driven closer and closer to the beast, he could see why. It was simply a giant, mutated lizard. What he thought were odd, black eyes were actually glossy compound eyes. It roared again, opening its mouth in four parts. Its tongue forked out, grotesquely swollen, sporting a large eye at the end. It was just another unintelligent beast. Then the red dragon noticed Vasily dropping his guard to first drag Hatman so he wouldn't be caught in the swarm, then to pick up a hefty piece of rubble.
"What are you-" Vasily chucked it towards the wall of darkness. It wasn't a very good aim, since he immediately had to fight off more of the dark demons, but with a target that huge, he didn't really need to.
Even that small piece of rubble caused the wall to hesitate and its demons to dissipate. Vasily, now more confident than ever in his hypothesis, ran up to the wall and stabbed it with his rusty poker.
Half the poker immediately disintegrated. However, it apparently pained the darkness enough for it to condense further and draw backwards, leaving plenty of room for escape.
Seeing such a large exit, Jordan immediately went for it, ready to circle around the horrible lizard and run further away from the darkness before it recovered. He paused a little to turn back and see how the others were doing, but they had seen the chance to escape as well and were fine without him. The lizard had apparently tried to catch one of them with its tongue, but got a stabbed eyeball for its trouble and stopped around in pain and anger. It turned on the still-weakened darkness in anger, but recoiled as its forearm simply decayed. Nobody saw any more, trying to run as quickly as they could away, dodging some still-flaming trees.
At least the fire finally died down. But they were still as cornered as before.
Though the large dragon was certainly something to worry about, Vasily was thinking carefully about this strange darkness. Was it actually sentient? It seemed to have sent out minions despite the fact that they had been cornered, that there was no way they could get out. The minions, perhaps, were distractions. The darkness, though it seemed to repel all life, sent out something seemingly alive in hopes they wouldn't see something. Maybe.
These small demons were not so hard to fight. Yes, they were surrounded, but the demons seemed to lack any plan besides rushing, and they almost were as insubstantial as the darkness seemed. A wide swing and poof, there they went. So the pirate allowed himself to watch the still-approaching wall of darkness. Watched it carefully for any signs of a weakness.
The darkness had already come up to the cottage, covering about half of the clearing. And then it went...carefully around the ruined cottage.
There was something about the cottage that the darkness didn't like.
Right seemed to be shouting out to the dragon for help. The dragon didn't appear to respond, but as they were driven closer and closer to the beast, he could see why. It was simply a giant, mutated lizard. What he thought were odd, black eyes were actually glossy compound eyes. It roared again, opening its mouth in four parts. Its tongue forked out, grotesquely swollen, sporting a large eye at the end. It was just another unintelligent beast. Then the red dragon noticed Vasily dropping his guard to first drag Hatman so he wouldn't be caught in the swarm, then to pick up a hefty piece of rubble.
"What are you-" Vasily chucked it towards the wall of darkness. It wasn't a very good aim, since he immediately had to fight off more of the dark demons, but with a target that huge, he didn't really need to.
Even that small piece of rubble caused the wall to hesitate and its demons to dissipate. Vasily, now more confident than ever in his hypothesis, ran up to the wall and stabbed it with his rusty poker.
Half the poker immediately disintegrated. However, it apparently pained the darkness enough for it to condense further and draw backwards, leaving plenty of room for escape.
Seeing such a large exit, Jordan immediately went for it, ready to circle around the horrible lizard and run further away from the darkness before it recovered. He paused a little to turn back and see how the others were doing, but they had seen the chance to escape as well and were fine without him. The lizard had apparently tried to catch one of them with its tongue, but got a stabbed eyeball for its trouble and stopped around in pain and anger. It turned on the still-weakened darkness in anger, but recoiled as its forearm simply decayed. Nobody saw any more, trying to run as quickly as they could away, dodging some still-flaming trees.