Re: Pitched Combat [Round 4: Colossus Colosseum]
05-26-2010, 12:57 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by MalkyTop.
Thinking back, it was so obvious that Rong would eventually go crazy and attack whatever rubbed her the wrong way (pretty much everything). She probably had filed away personal reasons for killing every contestant just to feel even better for killing.
Right hated hindsight. It was useless and annoying and always made him feel stupid.
In any case, although a berserk and bloodthirsty Rong would be sort of helpful in a battle to the death, he felt sure that she would continue attacking blindly at anything that moved until eventually she would destroy him and maybe even Eemp (and thus, herself). There was a very good reason they were usually magically restrained.
Right was sure the spiders were the problem (although it was nice how they were always stitching Eemp right up again). He had to get rid of the spiders, and then maybe the shrimpy scarecrow would be able to keep Rong under control once more. Of course, he'd have to take care of Rong first...and it seemed as though the only way to at least temporarily incapacitate her was to temporarily decapitate her. Ha! That was a good one. Too bad he couldn't say it since...
"I feel uncomfortably warm." Rong was too busy completely missing the Manikin to pay attention, so Right just stuck to thinking to himself. It wasn't the constant fireballs she was spewing out...Right tried looking around, sweltering now. It was a little hard when attached to a doll basically being dragged by its other arm. He caught sight of Jordan. Oh yes, he was a pyrokinetic, wasn't he?
They had passed him a while ago and so were almost circling back on him. They were also almost circling back to the giant statue. The Manikin veered widely around the battling statue and Rong followed so they were now coming back to Jordon at a diagonal. Right quickly thought up an idea which would hopefully work before he caught on fire. As they closed in, Right changed back into a sword and got ready to attack. He quickly started getting red hot, but Jordan realized what the dragon was about to do and broke his concentration to raise a sword in defense. Still, Right's metal was weak enough for his own strike to nick him.
As Right rebounded, Jordan almost let the instinct of cowardice take a hold of him, but the boy clenched his jaw and swung a sword back at Right, who was now back in dragon form. However, Right quickly changed size, growing so that the sudden weight toppled Eemp and so that Rong was suddenly in the path of the swinging sword.
It felt so...wrong. Not morally wrong, well, okay, maybe a little. It felt physically wrong. Was that the right way to say it? Jordan's sword cut cleanly through Rong's neck. Not even stopping at the bone. Just like soft butter. It was making Jordan feel a little queasy.
Rong's head flew off somewhere towards the fight between the giant and Alex. Her bloody stump stayed upright, a blood bubble ballooning out as though she had something to say before it popped and her neck slumped, bleeding all over Eemp and the stone floor. The acid seemed to be eating away the floor though it did nothing to Eemp.
Jordan stood, frozen, staring at the deed he had done. How did this happen? The Jordan at the beginning of this battle would have never believed he would wind up cutting off a dragon's head...but...well...
"Oh get over it," Right said as Eemp pushed itself up. A little of his own blood was trickling down his neck. "It's not as though she's dead. By the way, that sword is useless and you might want to wipe off the blood now." Now that the dragon mentioned it, Jordan did feel a stinging sensation where Rong's blood fell on his flesh and it seemed that his sword had not survived well after travelling through a neck filled with acidic blood. It seemed a good thing that he had brought an extra.
"If you try to attack me with that other sword, I will tear off your head. My skin is a lot tougher than headless over there anyways. We need to make a deal. Quickly, because it won't take very long for her to regrow her head." Jordan hesitated before lowering the second sword. Right looked back at the battle between Alex and the statue. "Let's get out of the way first," he added before heading towards one of the rooms that had held them before.
"Now I'm still not entirely sure about the whole thing and it may sound a little moronic, but stay with me here." Jordan nodded mutely, his eyes shifting between Right and the bloody, headless Rong. "I believe that there might be parasitic spiders inside of us that is sapping Eemp's strength."
"Uh?" Jordan replied, staring at the acid blood dripping on the floor and picking at his blood-stained clothes.
"And I'd like you to get rid of them. I think you can do it, probably, by heating Eemp up so that the spiders will die. Eemp won't catch fire, of course. I'm not sure if the spiders will, but I bet they'll at least die of heat. The eggs too, if there are any."
"Oh." Jordan said, as though this was the most natural request in the world. He focused back on Eemp's smiling face. "Um."
"I'll assume that means 'what is in it for me?' Well, with the spiders gone, hopefully Eemp will be able to control Rong again. That way, she will probably not kill you. Because as it is right now, as soon as she regenerates her head, she will kill you for beheading her and frolic in your remains. Well, she can't frolic, but you get the idea. So that's it. Well?"
Jordan looked at the corroded sword in his hand and back to Rong's listless neck as though trying to make the connection that yes, he did indeed behead a dragon. "Uh?"
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Alex dodged yet another attack. This statue was really wearing him down. After that one blow the knight gave it, it was trying to keep him on the defensive. And ultimately succeeding.
He was hoping to stay near the pile of rubble at the collapsed wall, at least to see what was beyond the hole (a way out? Alex wasn't too optimistic, but it didn't hurt to check.) but he was having enough trouble staying alive as it was. His energy was starting to fail as well too. He couldn't do this alone...he needed someone, he needed help...
The Manikin suddenly ran right into the colossus's leg.
Thinking back, it was so obvious that Rong would eventually go crazy and attack whatever rubbed her the wrong way (pretty much everything). She probably had filed away personal reasons for killing every contestant just to feel even better for killing.
Right hated hindsight. It was useless and annoying and always made him feel stupid.
In any case, although a berserk and bloodthirsty Rong would be sort of helpful in a battle to the death, he felt sure that she would continue attacking blindly at anything that moved until eventually she would destroy him and maybe even Eemp (and thus, herself). There was a very good reason they were usually magically restrained.
Right was sure the spiders were the problem (although it was nice how they were always stitching Eemp right up again). He had to get rid of the spiders, and then maybe the shrimpy scarecrow would be able to keep Rong under control once more. Of course, he'd have to take care of Rong first...and it seemed as though the only way to at least temporarily incapacitate her was to temporarily decapitate her. Ha! That was a good one. Too bad he couldn't say it since...
"I feel uncomfortably warm." Rong was too busy completely missing the Manikin to pay attention, so Right just stuck to thinking to himself. It wasn't the constant fireballs she was spewing out...Right tried looking around, sweltering now. It was a little hard when attached to a doll basically being dragged by its other arm. He caught sight of Jordan. Oh yes, he was a pyrokinetic, wasn't he?
They had passed him a while ago and so were almost circling back on him. They were also almost circling back to the giant statue. The Manikin veered widely around the battling statue and Rong followed so they were now coming back to Jordon at a diagonal. Right quickly thought up an idea which would hopefully work before he caught on fire. As they closed in, Right changed back into a sword and got ready to attack. He quickly started getting red hot, but Jordan realized what the dragon was about to do and broke his concentration to raise a sword in defense. Still, Right's metal was weak enough for his own strike to nick him.
As Right rebounded, Jordan almost let the instinct of cowardice take a hold of him, but the boy clenched his jaw and swung a sword back at Right, who was now back in dragon form. However, Right quickly changed size, growing so that the sudden weight toppled Eemp and so that Rong was suddenly in the path of the swinging sword.
It felt so...wrong. Not morally wrong, well, okay, maybe a little. It felt physically wrong. Was that the right way to say it? Jordan's sword cut cleanly through Rong's neck. Not even stopping at the bone. Just like soft butter. It was making Jordan feel a little queasy.
Rong's head flew off somewhere towards the fight between the giant and Alex. Her bloody stump stayed upright, a blood bubble ballooning out as though she had something to say before it popped and her neck slumped, bleeding all over Eemp and the stone floor. The acid seemed to be eating away the floor though it did nothing to Eemp.
Jordan stood, frozen, staring at the deed he had done. How did this happen? The Jordan at the beginning of this battle would have never believed he would wind up cutting off a dragon's head...but...well...
"Oh get over it," Right said as Eemp pushed itself up. A little of his own blood was trickling down his neck. "It's not as though she's dead. By the way, that sword is useless and you might want to wipe off the blood now." Now that the dragon mentioned it, Jordan did feel a stinging sensation where Rong's blood fell on his flesh and it seemed that his sword had not survived well after travelling through a neck filled with acidic blood. It seemed a good thing that he had brought an extra.
"If you try to attack me with that other sword, I will tear off your head. My skin is a lot tougher than headless over there anyways. We need to make a deal. Quickly, because it won't take very long for her to regrow her head." Jordan hesitated before lowering the second sword. Right looked back at the battle between Alex and the statue. "Let's get out of the way first," he added before heading towards one of the rooms that had held them before.
"Now I'm still not entirely sure about the whole thing and it may sound a little moronic, but stay with me here." Jordan nodded mutely, his eyes shifting between Right and the bloody, headless Rong. "I believe that there might be parasitic spiders inside of us that is sapping Eemp's strength."
"Uh?" Jordan replied, staring at the acid blood dripping on the floor and picking at his blood-stained clothes.
"And I'd like you to get rid of them. I think you can do it, probably, by heating Eemp up so that the spiders will die. Eemp won't catch fire, of course. I'm not sure if the spiders will, but I bet they'll at least die of heat. The eggs too, if there are any."
"Oh." Jordan said, as though this was the most natural request in the world. He focused back on Eemp's smiling face. "Um."
"I'll assume that means 'what is in it for me?' Well, with the spiders gone, hopefully Eemp will be able to control Rong again. That way, she will probably not kill you. Because as it is right now, as soon as she regenerates her head, she will kill you for beheading her and frolic in your remains. Well, she can't frolic, but you get the idea. So that's it. Well?"
Jordan looked at the corroded sword in his hand and back to Rong's listless neck as though trying to make the connection that yes, he did indeed behead a dragon. "Uh?"
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Alex dodged yet another attack. This statue was really wearing him down. After that one blow the knight gave it, it was trying to keep him on the defensive. And ultimately succeeding.
He was hoping to stay near the pile of rubble at the collapsed wall, at least to see what was beyond the hole (a way out? Alex wasn't too optimistic, but it didn't hurt to check.) but he was having enough trouble staying alive as it was. His energy was starting to fail as well too. He couldn't do this alone...he needed someone, he needed help...
The Manikin suddenly ran right into the colossus's leg.