Re: Pitched Combat [Round 4: Colossus Colosseum]
06-26-2010, 10:04 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by MalkyTop.
Rong let out a continuous stream of fire. It did nothing to slow down the giant stone foot that came at them with alarming speed. Eemp and Alex turned and ran to avoid getting kicked or stomped on.
"See? I told you. Statues don't catch on fire. We need to go with my plan."
"You are not using my own blood without my permission."
"Well I'm sure if we ruined those glyph things on its legs, it won't be able to walk anymore. So rubbing your blood all over it would pretty much be very helpful."
"Do you think it's fun to have your head cut off?"
"Well, no, but your old head is sort of running out of blood."
"Right, you aren't saying anything. Why are you not disagreeing with this stupid idea."
"Hm? Oh, well, I was thinking what would happen if we burned away the glyphs on its head."
Rong gaped at this traitorous remark while Alex looked thoughtful as the giant behind them continued to pound its feet on the floor and fire laser beams wildly. "Well, it's not really living. Getting rid of its head is not necessarily the best way to stop it. Although wait, let me try something..."
With his sword's setting on 'wind', the knight suddenly zoomed ahead and turned back to aim Rong's old head high up at the head. It seemed to hit it somewhere on its shoulder. He slowed down to be able to talk with Right once more. "No, that worked out as well as I expected...also, I need a new head now."
"No!" Rong spat for about the tenth time. Alex rolled his eyes.
"It's a lot better than running around in circles until the round ends."
"Gettin' tired?" Rong sneered. "Well good! Just die already! Then we wouldn't have to deal with this stupid statue!"
"That is something I'd rather not happen," the knight replied nonchalantly.
"Well if I'm gonna have t' let you cut off my head, then you have to give that shiny sword to me later!"
"I'd rather keep my only weapon, thank you."
Right sighed heavily. It was a sigh that said 'I am being chased by a giant statue that shoots laser beams and my only two companions care more about squabbling over tiny details that shouldn't matter when you're running for your life.' "You are both a pain."
"Why don't you have your head cut off, see how you like it!"
Right sighed again (this was the simpler 'You are very frustrating' sigh) before saying blankly, "Just go back to shooting fire. I'm sure this will solve all our problems eventually."
"Finally! Now you're making sense!" Rong turned and opened her maw but got no further than that. Alex, his sword now a light blue, simply whacked her head, which froze over slightly, and smacked it so it snapped off and into his hand. Once more, a headless Rong flopped lifelessly behind as they continued running.
"You do realize it will take a while to warm her head up again," Right said idly, glancing back to see how close the giant statue was now.
"Fire. Benefits of elemental magic," Alex replied with a grin. "It was better than getting my sword corroded. You need help jumping onto a leg?"
"I was about to ask you the same," Right said a little distractedly. "Slow down a little...
"Jump!"
Eemp jumped first, staying in the air longer than normal (thanks to Right's flying ability) before crashing into an ankle. As the statue stopped to attempt to shake the straw doll off, Alex turned and jumped on the other.
Immediately, Right encountered trouble. Being the only functioning arm now, he had to hang onto the leg while also holding up Rong's stump of a neck to smear her blood on the glowing purple marks. Coiling around the leg made it harder to climb upwards and it was hard to bite onto Rong's neck lightly enough so that he would get her blood in his mouth but tightly enough so that she wouldn't get dislodged whenever the giant shook its leg around a little bit.
After a few false starts, Right finally gave up with a huff of exasperation, uncoiled, and grew several clawed arms to grasp onto the leg and Rong's bleeding stump. He started smearing the acidic blood all over the leg beneath him, as though painting some sort of strange postmodern piece, scrabbling up and around, sometimes jumping off and gliding about to dodge any swipes from the giant's hand before landing again to continue.
Already he was almost where the knee would be. He clung on desperately as another shudder ran down the leg in attempts to shake him off. Relaxing again, he noticed that the marks beneath him were glowing brightly, a sure sign that the statue was attempting to laser him to death.
"Oh sh--"
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The Manikin was finally starting to keep his balance all the way up near the statue's head when something suddenly bounced off its head. Instinctively, it grabbed for the object and held it up in front of it. It had no life in it anymore. Unable to see it, the Manikin grew its tiny bug eyes once more and was slightly surprised to find that it was holding one of the dragon heads. Immediately, it wondered what would happen if it ate the head of one of the most powerful creatures it knew. Even as it thought of it, the hand holding Rong's head grew a mouth.
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Jordan jumped down into a hallway behind the pile of rubble and looked around, wondering exactly where he was now. Why would there even be a hallway here in the first place? It didn't really seem to serve a purpose.
Walking along the empty white corridor (why always white?), Jordan came across a door to his left. Poking his head through it for a bit, he found a room that looked very much like the one he started the round in. In fact, it probably was. It would have been very useful to know that there had been a secret door behind him all along. Not wanting to get involved with the giant statue battle, the boy quietly closed the door and moved on.
Walking further, the pyrokinetic came across a door on the right this time. It probably wasn't an exit, but Jordan couldn't help but be a little excited and thus was disappointed when he opened the door to find nothing that looked like an escape route. But there seemed to be something interesting back here anyways. He crept in and stared at a wall of surveillance screens, most of them focusing on the arena but some of them filming...cells? Nobody seemed to be in them, however. Below the screens were many buttons and levers and what-have-yous that did something, though Jordan was damned if he knew.
Rong let out a continuous stream of fire. It did nothing to slow down the giant stone foot that came at them with alarming speed. Eemp and Alex turned and ran to avoid getting kicked or stomped on.
"See? I told you. Statues don't catch on fire. We need to go with my plan."
"You are not using my own blood without my permission."
"Well I'm sure if we ruined those glyph things on its legs, it won't be able to walk anymore. So rubbing your blood all over it would pretty much be very helpful."
"Do you think it's fun to have your head cut off?"
"Well, no, but your old head is sort of running out of blood."
"Right, you aren't saying anything. Why are you not disagreeing with this stupid idea."
"Hm? Oh, well, I was thinking what would happen if we burned away the glyphs on its head."
Rong gaped at this traitorous remark while Alex looked thoughtful as the giant behind them continued to pound its feet on the floor and fire laser beams wildly. "Well, it's not really living. Getting rid of its head is not necessarily the best way to stop it. Although wait, let me try something..."
With his sword's setting on 'wind', the knight suddenly zoomed ahead and turned back to aim Rong's old head high up at the head. It seemed to hit it somewhere on its shoulder. He slowed down to be able to talk with Right once more. "No, that worked out as well as I expected...also, I need a new head now."
"No!" Rong spat for about the tenth time. Alex rolled his eyes.
"It's a lot better than running around in circles until the round ends."
"Gettin' tired?" Rong sneered. "Well good! Just die already! Then we wouldn't have to deal with this stupid statue!"
"That is something I'd rather not happen," the knight replied nonchalantly.
"Well if I'm gonna have t' let you cut off my head, then you have to give that shiny sword to me later!"
"I'd rather keep my only weapon, thank you."
Right sighed heavily. It was a sigh that said 'I am being chased by a giant statue that shoots laser beams and my only two companions care more about squabbling over tiny details that shouldn't matter when you're running for your life.' "You are both a pain."
"Why don't you have your head cut off, see how you like it!"
Right sighed again (this was the simpler 'You are very frustrating' sigh) before saying blankly, "Just go back to shooting fire. I'm sure this will solve all our problems eventually."
"Finally! Now you're making sense!" Rong turned and opened her maw but got no further than that. Alex, his sword now a light blue, simply whacked her head, which froze over slightly, and smacked it so it snapped off and into his hand. Once more, a headless Rong flopped lifelessly behind as they continued running.
"You do realize it will take a while to warm her head up again," Right said idly, glancing back to see how close the giant statue was now.
"Fire. Benefits of elemental magic," Alex replied with a grin. "It was better than getting my sword corroded. You need help jumping onto a leg?"
"I was about to ask you the same," Right said a little distractedly. "Slow down a little...
"Jump!"
Eemp jumped first, staying in the air longer than normal (thanks to Right's flying ability) before crashing into an ankle. As the statue stopped to attempt to shake the straw doll off, Alex turned and jumped on the other.
Immediately, Right encountered trouble. Being the only functioning arm now, he had to hang onto the leg while also holding up Rong's stump of a neck to smear her blood on the glowing purple marks. Coiling around the leg made it harder to climb upwards and it was hard to bite onto Rong's neck lightly enough so that he would get her blood in his mouth but tightly enough so that she wouldn't get dislodged whenever the giant shook its leg around a little bit.
After a few false starts, Right finally gave up with a huff of exasperation, uncoiled, and grew several clawed arms to grasp onto the leg and Rong's bleeding stump. He started smearing the acidic blood all over the leg beneath him, as though painting some sort of strange postmodern piece, scrabbling up and around, sometimes jumping off and gliding about to dodge any swipes from the giant's hand before landing again to continue.
Already he was almost where the knee would be. He clung on desperately as another shudder ran down the leg in attempts to shake him off. Relaxing again, he noticed that the marks beneath him were glowing brightly, a sure sign that the statue was attempting to laser him to death.
"Oh sh--"
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The Manikin was finally starting to keep his balance all the way up near the statue's head when something suddenly bounced off its head. Instinctively, it grabbed for the object and held it up in front of it. It had no life in it anymore. Unable to see it, the Manikin grew its tiny bug eyes once more and was slightly surprised to find that it was holding one of the dragon heads. Immediately, it wondered what would happen if it ate the head of one of the most powerful creatures it knew. Even as it thought of it, the hand holding Rong's head grew a mouth.
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Jordan jumped down into a hallway behind the pile of rubble and looked around, wondering exactly where he was now. Why would there even be a hallway here in the first place? It didn't really seem to serve a purpose.
Walking along the empty white corridor (why always white?), Jordan came across a door to his left. Poking his head through it for a bit, he found a room that looked very much like the one he started the round in. In fact, it probably was. It would have been very useful to know that there had been a secret door behind him all along. Not wanting to get involved with the giant statue battle, the boy quietly closed the door and moved on.
Walking further, the pyrokinetic came across a door on the right this time. It probably wasn't an exit, but Jordan couldn't help but be a little excited and thus was disappointed when he opened the door to find nothing that looked like an escape route. But there seemed to be something interesting back here anyways. He crept in and stared at a wall of surveillance screens, most of them focusing on the arena but some of them filming...cells? Nobody seemed to be in them, however. Below the screens were many buttons and levers and what-have-yous that did something, though Jordan was damned if he knew.