Re: Pitched Combat [Round 4: Colossus Colosseum]
05-09-2010, 08:53 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Lisawags.
Jordan stared at the colossal statue in trepidation until he saw the dragons pass by him into the open; now his attention shifted onto them. Knowing that *THEY* may cause his death, he plotted on their deaths. Burn the scarecrow, maybe? No, if it could be killed that easily, they would be dead by now... His power were useless against the two, and he didn't trust anyone but himself at this point in this sick "game," because he simply didn't know either of the remaining contestants well enough and the risk was too high.
Slowly coming to realization that all is lost, his mind wandered, thinking about what he would do if he ever made out of this alive. Failing this, he contemplated about his life so far. It wasn't good... at all. All he remembered was working, working, working; never smiling, never enjoying himself, just perpetual toil, as if he was a machine with only a single purpose.
He tried, tried hard, to think of a time when he was happy, but nothing came to mind. Jordan thought back, recalling everything he remembered. Pangs of regret surged through him, screaming, Why did I do this? I could have done that, yet... Why? Somehow, he felt more determined to live.
The boy looked up to to see the colossus unsteadily dragging its feet after Eemp, Right, and Rong. He sighed, thinking back to his first thought: how to murder the trio. He knew that fighting them by himself would be futile, so he had to rely on others; he had to take a leap of faith for once. He decided that he would have to ask for help.
He stood and felt his head throbbing from the sudden movement. He wobbled toward the door and stood by it until he was more stable. Knowing that this was the only chance, he rushed out of the room. Jordan saw that there were three other openings in the circular arena leading to the other rooms. The arena was littered with withering corpses with weapons, shields, and armor still intact on them. Maybe... I could stab- no, that would require me getting close enough, but what if... Maybe this'll actually work! It seemed that the trio went for the closest one to the left, so he dashed toward the one to the right. On his way there, he grabbed two swords.
Jordan stared at the colossal statue in trepidation until he saw the dragons pass by him into the open; now his attention shifted onto them. Knowing that *THEY* may cause his death, he plotted on their deaths. Burn the scarecrow, maybe? No, if it could be killed that easily, they would be dead by now... His power were useless against the two, and he didn't trust anyone but himself at this point in this sick "game," because he simply didn't know either of the remaining contestants well enough and the risk was too high.
Slowly coming to realization that all is lost, his mind wandered, thinking about what he would do if he ever made out of this alive. Failing this, he contemplated about his life so far. It wasn't good... at all. All he remembered was working, working, working; never smiling, never enjoying himself, just perpetual toil, as if he was a machine with only a single purpose.
He tried, tried hard, to think of a time when he was happy, but nothing came to mind. Jordan thought back, recalling everything he remembered. Pangs of regret surged through him, screaming, Why did I do this? I could have done that, yet... Why? Somehow, he felt more determined to live.
The boy looked up to to see the colossus unsteadily dragging its feet after Eemp, Right, and Rong. He sighed, thinking back to his first thought: how to murder the trio. He knew that fighting them by himself would be futile, so he had to rely on others; he had to take a leap of faith for once. He decided that he would have to ask for help.
He stood and felt his head throbbing from the sudden movement. He wobbled toward the door and stood by it until he was more stable. Knowing that this was the only chance, he rushed out of the room. Jordan saw that there were three other openings in the circular arena leading to the other rooms. The arena was littered with withering corpses with weapons, shields, and armor still intact on them. Maybe... I could stab- no, that would require me getting close enough, but what if... Maybe this'll actually work! It seemed that the trio went for the closest one to the left, so he dashed toward the one to the right. On his way there, he grabbed two swords.