Re: Pitched Combat [Round 1: Forêt Noire]
01-25-2010, 05:08 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by MalkyTop.
Rong stared at the sword, then at Alex. A goofy smile spread across her face. "Oh man, nostalgia attack...I remember when those puny little knights would come up, all wrapped up like canned beans. And then I'd fry 'em and they'd get all toasty inside..." Alex shifted slightly. "Oh man, wow. Remember that?"
"No," said Right stiffly. "While you were off striking fear among the masses, I was busy being worshiped. Well, I could cause floods, so I guess they might've been scared of me. A little."
Alex coughed, catching both of the dragons' attentions. "Ah, right. Hm. How much is too much?"
"I don't know. Whatever's less than burning me to a crisp, I suppose." His voice sounded sick. Or maybe just weary. He swayed a little.
"Hold steady, then." And Rong released a small, constant stream of fire, showing a level of control that even Right didn't think possible. The sword went red hot and Alex stood rigid. In his head, he imagined the numbers going up and up, whirling so much that he grew dizzy. "Wait! Stop!" The knight fell down again, trying to take deep, even breaths, quelling that sick feeling that comes when you eat too much too fast.
He was up around fifty percent now...which was good enough, for now, at least. Feeling stronger, he stood up and stared at the disgusting pink mass. It looked kind of like jello, if all the fruit pieces were livers and bones and brains.
"It's still growing...we should leave," said Right. Alex walked around the throbbing blobby thing and found the mannequin right where he saw it last.
"Can you help me carry this?" He called back. Once his temporary partner(s?) came into sight, he could see Right wrinkling his snout.
"Rong, help him pick it up."
"I don't wanna gag myself!"
"Well I don't either, and I don't want to miss a chance to stop your babbling."
"Woah, wait," Alex held up his hands, hoping that by trying to mediate, he wouldn't get a face full of dragon fire. "One of you could curl around an arm like a snake, right?"
Rong looked blank for a moment, but slowly grew a smile as Right scowled. "Wow! I didn't think of that."
"You never think in the first place. I suppose I'll help carry it. If she's not carrying an arm in her mouth, it won't be as satisfying..." A pause as the two heft up an arm each and start dragging the motionless mannequin further into the woods. "...Why are we taking this anyways?"
Alex shrugs. "I'm not sure if I would want anything to be crushed by the blobby innards of what used to be a horrifying rabbit monster."
"Hn."
"Keep an eye out for any of the others."
"What? Do I fire at 'em on sight?"
Alex paused, considering the strange mentality of his temporary partners. "No."
Rong stared at the sword, then at Alex. A goofy smile spread across her face. "Oh man, nostalgia attack...I remember when those puny little knights would come up, all wrapped up like canned beans. And then I'd fry 'em and they'd get all toasty inside..." Alex shifted slightly. "Oh man, wow. Remember that?"
"No," said Right stiffly. "While you were off striking fear among the masses, I was busy being worshiped. Well, I could cause floods, so I guess they might've been scared of me. A little."
Alex coughed, catching both of the dragons' attentions. "Ah, right. Hm. How much is too much?"
"I don't know. Whatever's less than burning me to a crisp, I suppose." His voice sounded sick. Or maybe just weary. He swayed a little.
"Hold steady, then." And Rong released a small, constant stream of fire, showing a level of control that even Right didn't think possible. The sword went red hot and Alex stood rigid. In his head, he imagined the numbers going up and up, whirling so much that he grew dizzy. "Wait! Stop!" The knight fell down again, trying to take deep, even breaths, quelling that sick feeling that comes when you eat too much too fast.
He was up around fifty percent now...which was good enough, for now, at least. Feeling stronger, he stood up and stared at the disgusting pink mass. It looked kind of like jello, if all the fruit pieces were livers and bones and brains.
"It's still growing...we should leave," said Right. Alex walked around the throbbing blobby thing and found the mannequin right where he saw it last.
"Can you help me carry this?" He called back. Once his temporary partner(s?) came into sight, he could see Right wrinkling his snout.
"Rong, help him pick it up."
"I don't wanna gag myself!"
"Well I don't either, and I don't want to miss a chance to stop your babbling."
"Woah, wait," Alex held up his hands, hoping that by trying to mediate, he wouldn't get a face full of dragon fire. "One of you could curl around an arm like a snake, right?"
Rong looked blank for a moment, but slowly grew a smile as Right scowled. "Wow! I didn't think of that."
"You never think in the first place. I suppose I'll help carry it. If she's not carrying an arm in her mouth, it won't be as satisfying..." A pause as the two heft up an arm each and start dragging the motionless mannequin further into the woods. "...Why are we taking this anyways?"
Alex shrugs. "I'm not sure if I would want anything to be crushed by the blobby innards of what used to be a horrifying rabbit monster."
"Hn."
"Keep an eye out for any of the others."
"What? Do I fire at 'em on sight?"
Alex paused, considering the strange mentality of his temporary partners. "No."