Re: Pitched Combat [Round 3: Overtime]
02-11-2010, 03:36 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by MalkyTop.
Right tried to shake the image of Annabell's torso falling on the grass out of his head, but it stayed. He could still smell all the gushing blood and see the severed spinal cord. He could even feel the glass piercing his own skin and shuddered. It was all part of war, he should know this already. But still, he had to force himself to think of other things so that the image was pushed to the back-burner of his mind.
'A Grand Battle first.' So this was just one in a series. So did the organizer of this one set up many more before, or were there other supernatural beings somewhere doing their own 'Grand Battles'? Were other hapless contestants fighting each other against their wishes? At this very instant?
Alright, better start thinking about survival, now. This is a rather interesting stage. Once he heard that they were apparently in someone's mind, the psychoanalyst in Right perked up and payed closer attention to their surroundings.
Whoever this Joe Somerock was, he seemed to have a pretty boring life. What were these large, square rooms for? They didn't even have doors.
...What would happen to Joe if his mind shared the same fate as that glass cathedral?
And...what was in the basement...?
Right's musings were interrupted when Rong had gotten over her disorientation and shock and started firing at all the other contestants. The rather deformed rabbit bounded off while the headless body, startled simply because its former head was startled, tried to run after it. Jordan 'eep'ed and ducked inside a cubicle. Vasily, previously mulling sadly over the fact that the only girls in the competition were gone (well, theres Rong, but she didn't exactly qualify as a 'girl' for him), ducked under the blast of fire and jumped to another cubicle. Alex tried absorbing the fire with his sword until it was clear he couldn't handle so much power at once and ducked and rolled aside, holding his sword out, waiting for Rong to make another attack. Strangely enough, the cubicle walls were largely unaffected. Merely scorched.
It slightly worried Right that Eemp didn't seem to be stopping Rong this time. Or was it trying and failing? "Stop! What are you doing?"
Rong rounded on Right. "No!" she snarled. "What are you doing? Look at our opponents!" Alex tensed when the blue dragon gestured toward him, but she did nothing else. "Some guy with only a shiny sword, a simpering coward," Jordan ducked back behind the wall when she pointed to him, "A brainless puppet, and some old man who likes to talk!"
"Hey--" Vasily quickly ducked back down from the burst of dragon fire.
"What the hell are we waiting for?! Do you want to win this or not?!"
Right had no retort for this. Mostly because Rong was right (ha!). There were no more excuses to hold back, especially now with this not-so-private outburst. Because of Rong, they had probably lost their group privileges and were on their own now. It didn't matter what he said anymore. He might as well start getting violent.
He glanced at Alex, feeling a little embarrassed about having to attack a man who had just been piggybacking them across rather sharp glass to escape a fearsome apocalyptic beast, but, well, that was life. He sighed as Rong grinned in triumph. Looking around, Right saw a water cooler and with a simple nod, had the water burst out and weave around him in the air. Both dragons stared down Alex; Right set his mouth tight and grim while Rong grinned with bloodlust and psychotic glee. Eemp could only stand and smile.
Right tried to shake the image of Annabell's torso falling on the grass out of his head, but it stayed. He could still smell all the gushing blood and see the severed spinal cord. He could even feel the glass piercing his own skin and shuddered. It was all part of war, he should know this already. But still, he had to force himself to think of other things so that the image was pushed to the back-burner of his mind.
'A Grand Battle first.' So this was just one in a series. So did the organizer of this one set up many more before, or were there other supernatural beings somewhere doing their own 'Grand Battles'? Were other hapless contestants fighting each other against their wishes? At this very instant?
Alright, better start thinking about survival, now. This is a rather interesting stage. Once he heard that they were apparently in someone's mind, the psychoanalyst in Right perked up and payed closer attention to their surroundings.
Whoever this Joe Somerock was, he seemed to have a pretty boring life. What were these large, square rooms for? They didn't even have doors.
...What would happen to Joe if his mind shared the same fate as that glass cathedral?
And...what was in the basement...?
Right's musings were interrupted when Rong had gotten over her disorientation and shock and started firing at all the other contestants. The rather deformed rabbit bounded off while the headless body, startled simply because its former head was startled, tried to run after it. Jordan 'eep'ed and ducked inside a cubicle. Vasily, previously mulling sadly over the fact that the only girls in the competition were gone (well, theres Rong, but she didn't exactly qualify as a 'girl' for him), ducked under the blast of fire and jumped to another cubicle. Alex tried absorbing the fire with his sword until it was clear he couldn't handle so much power at once and ducked and rolled aside, holding his sword out, waiting for Rong to make another attack. Strangely enough, the cubicle walls were largely unaffected. Merely scorched.
It slightly worried Right that Eemp didn't seem to be stopping Rong this time. Or was it trying and failing? "Stop! What are you doing?"
Rong rounded on Right. "No!" she snarled. "What are you doing? Look at our opponents!" Alex tensed when the blue dragon gestured toward him, but she did nothing else. "Some guy with only a shiny sword, a simpering coward," Jordan ducked back behind the wall when she pointed to him, "A brainless puppet, and some old man who likes to talk!"
"Hey--" Vasily quickly ducked back down from the burst of dragon fire.
"What the hell are we waiting for?! Do you want to win this or not?!"
Right had no retort for this. Mostly because Rong was right (ha!). There were no more excuses to hold back, especially now with this not-so-private outburst. Because of Rong, they had probably lost their group privileges and were on their own now. It didn't matter what he said anymore. He might as well start getting violent.
He glanced at Alex, feeling a little embarrassed about having to attack a man who had just been piggybacking them across rather sharp glass to escape a fearsome apocalyptic beast, but, well, that was life. He sighed as Rong grinned in triumph. Looking around, Right saw a water cooler and with a simple nod, had the water burst out and weave around him in the air. Both dragons stared down Alex; Right set his mouth tight and grim while Rong grinned with bloodlust and psychotic glee. Eemp could only stand and smile.