Re: Pitched Combat [Round 1: Forêt Noire]
01-19-2010, 09:42 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by MalkyTop.
Running running running. Eemp seemed to be doing a lot of running recently.
As they were all escaping from the clearing, everybody seemed to have separated. Jordan seemed to have immediately disappeared, having run off in the opposite direction, while Right lost sight of not-Lainey once more, who had apparently decided that her smaller, sleeker form was better suited to running. (Which was true. She had darted quite quickly ahead of everybody else.) Vasily might have fallen behind, though it wasn't so surprising. He was already pretty exhausted by the recent events and he probably stopped to rest for a bit, maybe confident in his knowledge of the living darkness's weakness.
As for the trio, they were stopped by a wall of fire. Once again, Right found himself wishing there were some clouds nearby.
"Do we go back?"
"No. I get the feeling that we'll just run into more dead ends..." Right stared at the fire, listening carefully to the groaning of the trees. "I think we can risk running through."
Eemp stepped back before running straight into the inferno.
It was uncomfortably hot like Right imagined. Rong was probably used to such heat and Eemp didn't have any nerves to feel, but Right was not used to being surrounded by fire. He hated the way it licked around him, threatening to scorch through his scales and burn his whiskers.
A tree fell with a resigned grumble, but Rong caught it and let it fall in front. Eemp hopped over it and after only a few minutes jog, they were out.
Unfortunately, they might have gotten themselves in a bigger mess.
"Hey!" Alex called out, his sword aflame. He was using it to separate himself from the maw of...of...whatever the hell that was. Right also saw the mannequin, but it seemed to have died or given up on life or was simply waiting for something else to die. "Can you help me out here?!"
"Let me guess."
"No firebreathing until I say the word." Right contemplated the idea of just abandoning Alex and leaving him to his death, but remembered that he himself had offered a partnership. Though no agreements had been made yet, he felt as though he had a word to keep. At least for now. "Alright. So it's a giant, two-headed rabbit with, it seems, extras of everything, and...it looks like it's growing bigger..."
The rabbit's ears twitched and one thin, gangly arm shot out where Eemp was standing. The straw doll managed to jump out of the way, avoiding any more damage, and the arm, instead, stuck in the ground. Without even any prompting, Rong reached out and ripped off the skeleton-thin arm, causing the mutated rabbit to release Alex's sword in pain. Alex immediately took this chance to slash at the rabbit's torso. Though the monster tried to guard with its other arms, he sliced through them easily and stabbed its stomach, though once again, his sword didn't go as far as it should have. He retreated a bit as the rabbit started regenerating.
"Tasty," Rong commented, swallowing the arm.
Running running running. Eemp seemed to be doing a lot of running recently.
As they were all escaping from the clearing, everybody seemed to have separated. Jordan seemed to have immediately disappeared, having run off in the opposite direction, while Right lost sight of not-Lainey once more, who had apparently decided that her smaller, sleeker form was better suited to running. (Which was true. She had darted quite quickly ahead of everybody else.) Vasily might have fallen behind, though it wasn't so surprising. He was already pretty exhausted by the recent events and he probably stopped to rest for a bit, maybe confident in his knowledge of the living darkness's weakness.
As for the trio, they were stopped by a wall of fire. Once again, Right found himself wishing there were some clouds nearby.
"Do we go back?"
"No. I get the feeling that we'll just run into more dead ends..." Right stared at the fire, listening carefully to the groaning of the trees. "I think we can risk running through."
Eemp stepped back before running straight into the inferno.
It was uncomfortably hot like Right imagined. Rong was probably used to such heat and Eemp didn't have any nerves to feel, but Right was not used to being surrounded by fire. He hated the way it licked around him, threatening to scorch through his scales and burn his whiskers.
A tree fell with a resigned grumble, but Rong caught it and let it fall in front. Eemp hopped over it and after only a few minutes jog, they were out.
Unfortunately, they might have gotten themselves in a bigger mess.
"Hey!" Alex called out, his sword aflame. He was using it to separate himself from the maw of...of...whatever the hell that was. Right also saw the mannequin, but it seemed to have died or given up on life or was simply waiting for something else to die. "Can you help me out here?!"
"Let me guess."
"No firebreathing until I say the word." Right contemplated the idea of just abandoning Alex and leaving him to his death, but remembered that he himself had offered a partnership. Though no agreements had been made yet, he felt as though he had a word to keep. At least for now. "Alright. So it's a giant, two-headed rabbit with, it seems, extras of everything, and...it looks like it's growing bigger..."
The rabbit's ears twitched and one thin, gangly arm shot out where Eemp was standing. The straw doll managed to jump out of the way, avoiding any more damage, and the arm, instead, stuck in the ground. Without even any prompting, Rong reached out and ripped off the skeleton-thin arm, causing the mutated rabbit to release Alex's sword in pain. Alex immediately took this chance to slash at the rabbit's torso. Though the monster tried to guard with its other arms, he sliced through them easily and stabbed its stomach, though once again, his sword didn't go as far as it should have. He retreated a bit as the rabbit started regenerating.
"Tasty," Rong commented, swallowing the arm.