Re: Pitched Combat [Round 5: Garden of Shades]
07-23-2010, 08:08 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by MalkyTop.
Jordan collapsed on the colorless grass, pushed his glasses up, and rubbed his eyes, trying not to cry. That was it. The only person who could possibly show mercy on him, the only one who was most likely to help him, the only human was dead. And it was all his fault.
What kind of idiot was he? You don't go pushing buttons when you didn't know what they did! But that's what happened and now he was pretty much all alone. With two other contestants who wouldn't mind simply eating him or burning him to ash and the guilt of death on his mind.
Jordan stood up, picking up the sword that he had carried with him to this round. If he was going to survive this, he would have to do something other than sit here or run away. He would have to actively attempt to kill the other two. No big deal, he told himself even as his legs still went wobbly at the thought of having to fight. Hell, the Manikin's made out of wood. Fire burns wood. Easy. The dragons were the ones he would have to worry about. Jordan decided that if he was going to deal with either one, he would have to try to deal with the dragons first.
He still wasn't sure if Right had meant to give away so much information about them, but Jordan was grateful for it anyways. He now knew for certain that if he didn't attack them, they wouldn't be able to attack him. At least he hoped so. This meant he needed a decisive attack, something that would let him be able to kill them both outright. Rather than either dragon, it was probably best to attack the stubby scarecrow itself. He had no idea how he would go about killing both dragons at the same time and even if by a miracle he killed one, the other would surely kill him in return. But an obvious fire attack wouldn't work on Eemp, he needed something that would...maybe slice him in half. A quick slice that the dragons couldn't defend or see beforehand so that they could defend preemptively. And...
Jordan sighed. He had absolutely no idea how to do an attack like that. He barely even knew how to fight with a sword. It looked like he would either have to somehow sneak behind them or make a trap, but he didn't really have much sneaking skills nor did he have the materials or engineering skills to set up a make-shift trap. The more he thought about it, the more he felt this was an impossible task.
Around that time, an apple fell nearby Jordan. Remembering the grandmaster's description of this setting, Jordan scrambled away from it and raised his sword defensively, staring as the fruit twisted and grew into the shape of a rather amicable-looking man. He wore a hat and a greatcoat and looked about as bewildered as Jordan was. The gentleman quickly composed himself though, grinned nervously and said, "Hello there...um, do you mind telling me where I am right now and if I could..." he trailed off, actually looking around at his surroundings. "...Ah, I suppose this doesn't quite look like the kind of place to find some tea..."
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The two dragons stared at the knight some more before Rong asked, "Drew? Carl? Edward?"
The knight attempted to scratch his head but fell into two problems. The first was that his helmet was in the way. The second was that his visor clamped down again and scraped his nose. As he pushed his visor back up, he replied, "I guess...you can't speak English...?"
"Yeah, I don't think I know him. No knight that stupid would've gone up against me, and if he did, he'd surely remember me by now."
"Not a very kind beast, are you?" The knight commented, sounding less insulted and more amused.
"Please disregard my friend," Rong said smoothly. "She's rather socially inept. I am Right, she is Rong."
"Yes, it does seem a bit wrong to speak about a fellow right in front of him, especially a lady," the knight said.
"No." Right sounded a little annoyed. "My name is Right. Her's is Rong."
The knight's face went blank before forming a rather cheered expression. "Oh! I get it! Ha! Good joke!" Right couldn't help but think it was a little rude to laugh at one's name, even if it wasn't his true one, but kept this thought to himself. "But, ah, aren't you on the left, not on the right?"
"No," Right replied, rolling his eyes this time. "You're looking at your right."
"What right? I haven't gotten a dragon for an arm!" And the knight nearly collapsed under his gales of laughter. Right was vaguely aware that he must have made some kind of joke but it wasn't exactly funny. It was more the opposite. In fact, it went beyond unfunny and went into 'annoying.' Glancing at Rong and her dangerously smoking mouth, he could see she was of the same opinion.
"See what I have to go through with you?" she hissed.
"I'd like to think my jokes are a little funnier than that."
"No. They're not."
"Uh, sir," Right tried to make himself heard above the throaty guffaws. "Might we know your name as well?"
"Oh, of course!" The knight replied, trying to wipe away his tears but finding himself quite unable to fit his gloved fingers through the visor, which shut on his fingers. "Where are my manners...I am Sir Pellinore. I also seem to be quite lost...though that does happen often, you know."
"No," Right said dryly, already thinking about possible ways to somehow ditch this, admittedly cordial, but extremely unwanted load. "I don't."
Jordan collapsed on the colorless grass, pushed his glasses up, and rubbed his eyes, trying not to cry. That was it. The only person who could possibly show mercy on him, the only one who was most likely to help him, the only human was dead. And it was all his fault.
What kind of idiot was he? You don't go pushing buttons when you didn't know what they did! But that's what happened and now he was pretty much all alone. With two other contestants who wouldn't mind simply eating him or burning him to ash and the guilt of death on his mind.
Jordan stood up, picking up the sword that he had carried with him to this round. If he was going to survive this, he would have to do something other than sit here or run away. He would have to actively attempt to kill the other two. No big deal, he told himself even as his legs still went wobbly at the thought of having to fight. Hell, the Manikin's made out of wood. Fire burns wood. Easy. The dragons were the ones he would have to worry about. Jordan decided that if he was going to deal with either one, he would have to try to deal with the dragons first.
He still wasn't sure if Right had meant to give away so much information about them, but Jordan was grateful for it anyways. He now knew for certain that if he didn't attack them, they wouldn't be able to attack him. At least he hoped so. This meant he needed a decisive attack, something that would let him be able to kill them both outright. Rather than either dragon, it was probably best to attack the stubby scarecrow itself. He had no idea how he would go about killing both dragons at the same time and even if by a miracle he killed one, the other would surely kill him in return. But an obvious fire attack wouldn't work on Eemp, he needed something that would...maybe slice him in half. A quick slice that the dragons couldn't defend or see beforehand so that they could defend preemptively. And...
Jordan sighed. He had absolutely no idea how to do an attack like that. He barely even knew how to fight with a sword. It looked like he would either have to somehow sneak behind them or make a trap, but he didn't really have much sneaking skills nor did he have the materials or engineering skills to set up a make-shift trap. The more he thought about it, the more he felt this was an impossible task.
Around that time, an apple fell nearby Jordan. Remembering the grandmaster's description of this setting, Jordan scrambled away from it and raised his sword defensively, staring as the fruit twisted and grew into the shape of a rather amicable-looking man. He wore a hat and a greatcoat and looked about as bewildered as Jordan was. The gentleman quickly composed himself though, grinned nervously and said, "Hello there...um, do you mind telling me where I am right now and if I could..." he trailed off, actually looking around at his surroundings. "...Ah, I suppose this doesn't quite look like the kind of place to find some tea..."
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The two dragons stared at the knight some more before Rong asked, "Drew? Carl? Edward?"
The knight attempted to scratch his head but fell into two problems. The first was that his helmet was in the way. The second was that his visor clamped down again and scraped his nose. As he pushed his visor back up, he replied, "I guess...you can't speak English...?"
"Yeah, I don't think I know him. No knight that stupid would've gone up against me, and if he did, he'd surely remember me by now."
"Not a very kind beast, are you?" The knight commented, sounding less insulted and more amused.
"Please disregard my friend," Rong said smoothly. "She's rather socially inept. I am Right, she is Rong."
"Yes, it does seem a bit wrong to speak about a fellow right in front of him, especially a lady," the knight said.
"No." Right sounded a little annoyed. "My name is Right. Her's is Rong."
The knight's face went blank before forming a rather cheered expression. "Oh! I get it! Ha! Good joke!" Right couldn't help but think it was a little rude to laugh at one's name, even if it wasn't his true one, but kept this thought to himself. "But, ah, aren't you on the left, not on the right?"
"No," Right replied, rolling his eyes this time. "You're looking at your right."
"What right? I haven't gotten a dragon for an arm!" And the knight nearly collapsed under his gales of laughter. Right was vaguely aware that he must have made some kind of joke but it wasn't exactly funny. It was more the opposite. In fact, it went beyond unfunny and went into 'annoying.' Glancing at Rong and her dangerously smoking mouth, he could see she was of the same opinion.
"See what I have to go through with you?" she hissed.
"I'd like to think my jokes are a little funnier than that."
"No. They're not."
"Uh, sir," Right tried to make himself heard above the throaty guffaws. "Might we know your name as well?"
"Oh, of course!" The knight replied, trying to wipe away his tears but finding himself quite unable to fit his gloved fingers through the visor, which shut on his fingers. "Where are my manners...I am Sir Pellinore. I also seem to be quite lost...though that does happen often, you know."
"No," Right said dryly, already thinking about possible ways to somehow ditch this, admittedly cordial, but extremely unwanted load. "I don't."