Re: Pitched Combat [Round 5: Garden of Shades]
10-27-2010, 11:57 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by MalkyTop.
The great thing about rag dolls were that, since they weren't alive in the first place, they couldn't get exhausted. Even as giant shears continued to clip Eemp's cloth, it kept its pace and stayed ahead.
Unfortunately for Jordan, he was tiring very quickly. Adrenaline could only take a person so far and his was already quickly draining away. He wasn't sure if fruit people had adrenaline too, but Maxwell was looking pretty tired too. He was tired of dragging him along. He might be able to escape if he left Maxwell behind.
That was a horrible thought and Jordan immediately kicked it out of his mind. Besides, it wouldn't bring up his speed a bit. His legs were at the burning stage and quite useless, with or without a load.
The dragons were already far ahead and he was just about ready to give up. Gulping down air, he stumbled into a tree and leaned on it, drenched in sweat. Maxwell almost collapsed next to him. The two looked back to the mob of gardeners that were quickly approaching. They were still throwing their shears like spears. As if their victims were going anywhere anytime soon.
A shear flew right into his leg. He grimaced and held back a scream before pulling it out, which he immediately regretted when he saw all the blood that gushed free. He tried to hold his wound and ended up getting blood all over his hands. Though he supposed it wouldn't matter soon enough. It was really too bad he couldn't, well, live.
Suddenly, the earth quaked hard enough that he was forced up in the air briefly. He could see a webbed foot a few feet away right in front of the gardeners. Then he was bombarded by fruit.
Between the giant goose attack and the hundreds of confused, ripe fruit people, the gardeners had their hands rather full. As the goose hissed at them and continued to gulp down more fruit despite the gardeners' desperate attempts to stop it, Maxwell and Jordan slunk away. Jorrdan's leg was still bleeding and, as he was now leaning on Maxwell's shoulder, they were moving rather slowly. But at least they weren't getting killed.
"I need to get out of here," he gasped, already feeling a little light-headed. "Where...where're the dragons?"
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The dragons, in fact, were still running, havning not paused long to look back. Right was aware that Jordan had fallen behind, but as the surroundings were the same, he must have not been killed yet. Maybe he got away. Maybe they should try to find him again.
Eemp backpeddled as another goose trodded on, unaware of the dragons below it. Rong looked back for a moment. "Hey," she shouted. "There's nobody chasing us!"
Right looked back too. "Shoot. I'd say that Jordan led all those gardeners away, but then I'd expect him to be dead by now."
"So...now what?" Rong asked above the ever-growing noise of the nearby scuffle.
"We...we're still killing Jordan," Right replied hesitantly. "But. Uh."
"You what?" Fruit-Jordan shouted out in shock, still dangling helplessly in Right's mouth. The Chinese dragon couldn't help but wonder how exactly he managed to forget about him.
"The other one," he clarified. "Not you."
"Geez, why are we keeping this guy around, by the way?"
"Uh," Right said. "He...might be useful. Later. Sometime."
"Well, okay. But how'll we find Jordan?"
"Can you please stop talking about this?" Pseudo-Jordan asked nervously. "I don't think...it's sorta...creeping me out..."
Right knew he didn't have much of a plan to begin with but he was still surprise at how quickly it managed to fall apart. There was no salvaging it. "Yes. Well. Maybe we should just...continue going where we were going. Maybe we can do something there."
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The orchard was very nice, even in its boring monochrome, but the recent Manikin/geese attacks hadn't been kind to it. One part of the orchard was barely an orchard anymore. Most of the trees had been uprooted. The fruit had either been eaten or stepped on carelessly. Grass that had been so neatly cut had been trampled or simply overturned. Actually, it looked fittingly like a warzone.
As Eemp left the cover of the trees that remained standing, it was immediately apparant that there didn't seem to be much to do. There were giant bugs trying to eat the Manikin who was in turn trying to eat several giant geese who were in turn trying to laser the Manikin so that they could go about eating fruit without some wooden party-crasher constantly interrupting them. Jumping into the scuffle would actually probably not be a smart idea. Right was about to suggest going back when Jordan and Maxwell suddenly appeared as well.
He had no idea why Jordan went towards the noise of the fight rather than away, but it was rather convenient. And, he noticed as he moved closer, he was wounded too. Very convenient.
It was then Right realized he had no idea what to do at all.
"Uh," Rong said. "I'm feeling odd."
Right looked over towards her. She was indeed looking a little nauseous. And she was smoking in a very worrying manner.
"Like, really...ugh...boiling odd."
Right looked back at Jordan and yes, he did indeed look like he was concentrating very hard on imagining a dragon's insides in flames. The dragon also couldn't help but notice several of the large bugs starting to veer towards the pyrokinetic.
Eemp started running towards Jordan, who visibly paled as Maxwell tried to drag them away. Right swung his neck in an arc and let go of pseudo-Jordan so that he flew towards them and right into the cloud of demon-death-bugs. The bugs, momentarily distracted by this new prey that had so fortuitiously ran right into them, started feasting immediately, and as Jordan stared in horror at what was essentially him getting eaten alive, Eemp continued rushing at him until Right was able to reach out and snatch Jordan away from Maxwell.
As Jordan started thrashing wildly, they turned sharply towards the geese-Manikin fight once more. But before Right could initiate Phase Two of his completely impromptu plan, another figure burst out of the orchard and tackled Eemp, forcing him to drop Jordan, who fell painfully on his leg.
"Thought you got rid of me?" the supervisor of the orchard said, grinning wickedly and looking very disheveled.
"It would have been nice," Right replied, wincing. Rong coughed up more smoke but at least didn't look like she would throw up.
"You have another plan, right? One that won't involve me getting my head--"
The supervisor tackled them again, holding down Right by the throat and clawed at Rong before grabbing her by a horn and tugging. Eemp tried to kick at him, which was rather ineffectual as anybody would expect. The supervisor grinned even more, grabbed a flailing leg, swung them around and threw them into a tree.
A fruit fell.
As Maxwell pulled Jordan up, the giant bugs noticed them again and started towards them. They were taken care of easily with some handy pyrokinesis. He started looking around wildly for the dragons. He suddenly stared up at the sky.
There was a dragon there. It, in fact, looked a lot like Rong. Except she wasn't attached to a ragdoll and another dragon. And she was much bigger. And she was rather monochrome.
Fruit-Rong looked around disdainfully, beating her wings in the air. "What the hell! Where am I? What the hell's going on? Who the hell are you jerks?" She seemed rather confused. So confused she was almost angry. So angry that she could almost breathe fire. Which she could.
The great thing about rag dolls were that, since they weren't alive in the first place, they couldn't get exhausted. Even as giant shears continued to clip Eemp's cloth, it kept its pace and stayed ahead.
Unfortunately for Jordan, he was tiring very quickly. Adrenaline could only take a person so far and his was already quickly draining away. He wasn't sure if fruit people had adrenaline too, but Maxwell was looking pretty tired too. He was tired of dragging him along. He might be able to escape if he left Maxwell behind.
That was a horrible thought and Jordan immediately kicked it out of his mind. Besides, it wouldn't bring up his speed a bit. His legs were at the burning stage and quite useless, with or without a load.
The dragons were already far ahead and he was just about ready to give up. Gulping down air, he stumbled into a tree and leaned on it, drenched in sweat. Maxwell almost collapsed next to him. The two looked back to the mob of gardeners that were quickly approaching. They were still throwing their shears like spears. As if their victims were going anywhere anytime soon.
A shear flew right into his leg. He grimaced and held back a scream before pulling it out, which he immediately regretted when he saw all the blood that gushed free. He tried to hold his wound and ended up getting blood all over his hands. Though he supposed it wouldn't matter soon enough. It was really too bad he couldn't, well, live.
Suddenly, the earth quaked hard enough that he was forced up in the air briefly. He could see a webbed foot a few feet away right in front of the gardeners. Then he was bombarded by fruit.
Between the giant goose attack and the hundreds of confused, ripe fruit people, the gardeners had their hands rather full. As the goose hissed at them and continued to gulp down more fruit despite the gardeners' desperate attempts to stop it, Maxwell and Jordan slunk away. Jorrdan's leg was still bleeding and, as he was now leaning on Maxwell's shoulder, they were moving rather slowly. But at least they weren't getting killed.
"I need to get out of here," he gasped, already feeling a little light-headed. "Where...where're the dragons?"
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The dragons, in fact, were still running, havning not paused long to look back. Right was aware that Jordan had fallen behind, but as the surroundings were the same, he must have not been killed yet. Maybe he got away. Maybe they should try to find him again.
Eemp backpeddled as another goose trodded on, unaware of the dragons below it. Rong looked back for a moment. "Hey," she shouted. "There's nobody chasing us!"
Right looked back too. "Shoot. I'd say that Jordan led all those gardeners away, but then I'd expect him to be dead by now."
"So...now what?" Rong asked above the ever-growing noise of the nearby scuffle.
"We...we're still killing Jordan," Right replied hesitantly. "But. Uh."
"You what?" Fruit-Jordan shouted out in shock, still dangling helplessly in Right's mouth. The Chinese dragon couldn't help but wonder how exactly he managed to forget about him.
"The other one," he clarified. "Not you."
"Geez, why are we keeping this guy around, by the way?"
"Uh," Right said. "He...might be useful. Later. Sometime."
"Well, okay. But how'll we find Jordan?"
"Can you please stop talking about this?" Pseudo-Jordan asked nervously. "I don't think...it's sorta...creeping me out..."
Right knew he didn't have much of a plan to begin with but he was still surprise at how quickly it managed to fall apart. There was no salvaging it. "Yes. Well. Maybe we should just...continue going where we were going. Maybe we can do something there."
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The orchard was very nice, even in its boring monochrome, but the recent Manikin/geese attacks hadn't been kind to it. One part of the orchard was barely an orchard anymore. Most of the trees had been uprooted. The fruit had either been eaten or stepped on carelessly. Grass that had been so neatly cut had been trampled or simply overturned. Actually, it looked fittingly like a warzone.
As Eemp left the cover of the trees that remained standing, it was immediately apparant that there didn't seem to be much to do. There were giant bugs trying to eat the Manikin who was in turn trying to eat several giant geese who were in turn trying to laser the Manikin so that they could go about eating fruit without some wooden party-crasher constantly interrupting them. Jumping into the scuffle would actually probably not be a smart idea. Right was about to suggest going back when Jordan and Maxwell suddenly appeared as well.
He had no idea why Jordan went towards the noise of the fight rather than away, but it was rather convenient. And, he noticed as he moved closer, he was wounded too. Very convenient.
It was then Right realized he had no idea what to do at all.
"Uh," Rong said. "I'm feeling odd."
Right looked over towards her. She was indeed looking a little nauseous. And she was smoking in a very worrying manner.
"Like, really...ugh...boiling odd."
Right looked back at Jordan and yes, he did indeed look like he was concentrating very hard on imagining a dragon's insides in flames. The dragon also couldn't help but notice several of the large bugs starting to veer towards the pyrokinetic.
Eemp started running towards Jordan, who visibly paled as Maxwell tried to drag them away. Right swung his neck in an arc and let go of pseudo-Jordan so that he flew towards them and right into the cloud of demon-death-bugs. The bugs, momentarily distracted by this new prey that had so fortuitiously ran right into them, started feasting immediately, and as Jordan stared in horror at what was essentially him getting eaten alive, Eemp continued rushing at him until Right was able to reach out and snatch Jordan away from Maxwell.
As Jordan started thrashing wildly, they turned sharply towards the geese-Manikin fight once more. But before Right could initiate Phase Two of his completely impromptu plan, another figure burst out of the orchard and tackled Eemp, forcing him to drop Jordan, who fell painfully on his leg.
"Thought you got rid of me?" the supervisor of the orchard said, grinning wickedly and looking very disheveled.
"It would have been nice," Right replied, wincing. Rong coughed up more smoke but at least didn't look like she would throw up.
"You have another plan, right? One that won't involve me getting my head--"
The supervisor tackled them again, holding down Right by the throat and clawed at Rong before grabbing her by a horn and tugging. Eemp tried to kick at him, which was rather ineffectual as anybody would expect. The supervisor grinned even more, grabbed a flailing leg, swung them around and threw them into a tree.
A fruit fell.
As Maxwell pulled Jordan up, the giant bugs noticed them again and started towards them. They were taken care of easily with some handy pyrokinesis. He started looking around wildly for the dragons. He suddenly stared up at the sky.
There was a dragon there. It, in fact, looked a lot like Rong. Except she wasn't attached to a ragdoll and another dragon. And she was much bigger. And she was rather monochrome.
Fruit-Rong looked around disdainfully, beating her wings in the air. "What the hell! Where am I? What the hell's going on? Who the hell are you jerks?" She seemed rather confused. So confused she was almost angry. So angry that she could almost breathe fire. Which she could.