Re: Pitched Combat [Round 3: Overtime]
05-05-2010, 10:24 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by SleepingOrange.
It was the world's most unimpressive battle in the view of the world's greatest pirate; the fighters were spending more time spinning lazily through the air with little way of controlling themselves than actually fighting. A particularly strong parry from Right had sent the good captain pinwheeling backwards, too far away to strike back and with no recourse but to flail childishly until he began to approach again.
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Alex, sword temporarily dead and near-useless, had stopped paying any real attenetion to the fight, reasoning that destroying the magical spiders that threatened to destroy his only real source of power was more important than dealing with a battle that no longer seemed to need him in it. A series of popping noises accompanied his dogged crushing of the little arachnids; the knight tried not to think about the texture of the little things and the way there guts kept getting under his fingernails, and a distraction soon afforded itself in the form of a loud, draconic laugh.
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It looked like Stuffy Mctalktoomuch had finally done something right. Sending that irritating pirate hurtling backwards left the dragons with no threat in range, and gave the vengeful Rong time to line up a shot. Laughing as she twisted, sending her serpentine neck wrapping around Eemp, she felt better than she had since this nonsense had started. The fireball was bigger than any she'd spewed in recent memory, and hot enough that everyone in the void felt their skin tighten.
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There wasn't time for a witty line, or a dashing dodge, or even a simpering maiden to kiss as the flames enveloped Vasily. A life of cinematic fights and thrilling intrigue and heated passion ended not with a bang, nor even with a whimper. It simply came to stop in a cloud of ash in the mind of a dead dwarf, himself only a figment of a higher power's whim.
It didn't seem... right.
It was the world's most unimpressive battle in the view of the world's greatest pirate; the fighters were spending more time spinning lazily through the air with little way of controlling themselves than actually fighting. A particularly strong parry from Right had sent the good captain pinwheeling backwards, too far away to strike back and with no recourse but to flail childishly until he began to approach again.
---
Alex, sword temporarily dead and near-useless, had stopped paying any real attenetion to the fight, reasoning that destroying the magical spiders that threatened to destroy his only real source of power was more important than dealing with a battle that no longer seemed to need him in it. A series of popping noises accompanied his dogged crushing of the little arachnids; the knight tried not to think about the texture of the little things and the way there guts kept getting under his fingernails, and a distraction soon afforded itself in the form of a loud, draconic laugh.
---
It looked like Stuffy Mctalktoomuch had finally done something right. Sending that irritating pirate hurtling backwards left the dragons with no threat in range, and gave the vengeful Rong time to line up a shot. Laughing as she twisted, sending her serpentine neck wrapping around Eemp, she felt better than she had since this nonsense had started. The fireball was bigger than any she'd spewed in recent memory, and hot enough that everyone in the void felt their skin tighten.
---
There wasn't time for a witty line, or a dashing dodge, or even a simpering maiden to kiss as the flames enveloped Vasily. A life of cinematic fights and thrilling intrigue and heated passion ended not with a bang, nor even with a whimper. It simply came to stop in a cloud of ash in the mind of a dead dwarf, himself only a figment of a higher power's whim.
It didn't seem... right.