Re: Pitched Combat [Round 5: Garden of Shades]
11-02-2010, 11:49 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by MalkyTop.
"Hey!" Rong yelped. "That's me!"
"Good of you to figure out," Right sighed. "Can anything else possibly go wrong?"
Pseudo-Rong landed heavily on the ground, flattening more trees, and crouched low to peer down at everybody. "What the hell? 'Zat supposed to be me?" She wrinkled her snout. "Lame."
"I see you weren't so different before I met you," Right said flatly before the supervisor launched himself towards them and aimed a clawed hand right at Eemp's head. Right quickly pulled them out of the way and took off from the ground. As soon as the supervisor pulled his hand out of the tree trunk, he followed quickly. Jordan and Maxwell ducked as they passed overhead. The chase disappeared into the remaints of the orchard briefly before circling back into the clearing, apparently never-ending; the dragons couldn't harm the supervisor and the supervisor couldn't catch up to the dragons.
Pseudo-Rong watched this passively before she noticed several geese about her size were staring at her in the blank, stupid way that birds tend to stare. "The hell're you looking at?" she demanded hotly. The geese honked rather threateningly. Although Rong couldn't speak goose, she assumed this was some sort of goosey insult and so responded thusly with some fire breath. The goose she aimed at responded with some laser eyes, but when it was aware that this wouldn't work out so well, it disappeared suddenly, leaving the fire to move on to the trees. Pseudo-Rong circled around, driving the other geese away with more fire. And soon, a large part of the orchard was ablaze.
"Your general solutions to annoyances haven't changed at all," Right said, now sounding rather annoyed. He had every right to be. They were pratically almost surrounded by fire now.
"Shut up!" Rong retorted, unable to think of anything more clever.
"I hope you know," the supervisor called from behind, "That I will enjoy using your skins as a rug!"
"Right, we're going up," the chinese dragon suddenly said decisively. The next time Eemp leapt off the ground, it soared and landed right on pseudo-Rong, who was still busy taking on hungry geese.
"Hey! What the?" the large dragon-fruit's neck turned slightly, trying to see what had just landed on her. A few moments later, the supervisor joined them on her back. "Hey! Get off!" She opened her maw to try to set fire to the small figures clinging onto her scales, but the supervisor shouted, "Stop."
Surprisingly, Rong hesitated and stopped. "You have other problems to worry about," the supervisor said sternly. "Those geese, for one thing. That other dragon...thing for another."
Pseudo-Rong thought it over. "Alright, I'm going to ignore you guys for now, but only because I have bigger things to fight! I'll get to you shrimps later!" And with that, she started rampaging off towards the Manikin, who also happened to be rampaging.
Jordan, in the meantime, was stuck leaning on Maxwell and Maxwell was stuck, cornered by fire. Jordan's leg didn't bleed as freely anymore, but he was still having trouble concentrating. Maxwell was shouting something. He struggled to listen.
"...You can do something about this, can't you?" Maxwell shouted. "You're the fire guy!"
Jordan shook his head.
"Look, I know 'pyrokinesis' usually is just setting things on fire, but can't you do something else with fire? I mean it's right there in the name! Pyro Kinesis! Moving fire!"
"I...can't," Jordan almost sobbed.
"Just try it or we'll die, okay? I thought you told me before you didn't want to die here!"
Jordan didn't say anything. But after a moment, the fire around them flickered. Then it swirled around a point in the air until it was just floating harmlessly above.
Maxwell smiled, relieved. "Okay. That's good. Right. Let's go."
"Mmnng," Jordan moaned. "Where're the dragons?"
"Uh?" Maxwell glanced around quickly. "They're...on another dragon, I believe...no wait," he added quickly when he noticed the floating fireball moving towards where he pointed. "Let's get to a safer area first, okay? Just...hang on..."
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The floor...or rather, dragon, underneath them shook as Pseudo-Rong started a turf-battle with the Manikin. At least, she assumed it was a turf-battle. She wouldn't even be here unless it was her turf. Or unless she was trying to get some other guy's turf. Q.E.D. Sort of.
In any case, this made it hell for her passengers. Or rather, passenger. The supervisor was not graced with the gift of flight like Right and Rong were. Right was nothing if not opportunistic.
"I just need some juice. Actually, a lot of juice. Do you think we can get some from your past-fruit-self?"
"Dammit, why is it I always end up having to get hurt?" Rong whined.
"It's not even you," Right pointed out.
"Don't do it," Rong warned. "I swear I'll kill you if you do it...what are you doing?"
Right didn't answer for a while. As the supervisor clung onto the large gray scaled below, he stared intently down. "I can't do it. Your skin is too thick."
"You were totally trying to do it!" Rong shouted, aghast.
"We need some way to cut through your skin. I may have to go down and do it myself."
"I think I have a say in this," Rong shouted very loudly. "And I say that you are not going to slice me open!"
"It's not even you," Right hissed in annoyance. "Look, it'll be over quick--" And suddenly Eemp was hit in the chest by a fireball and they were forced back down onto the brawling Rong.
"Where'd that come from?" Rong was now completely worked up after all the recent events and was now whipping her head around.
"You might want to distract the supervisor that is about to attack us while I deal with getting through your skin," Right replied.
"What?" Rong said before she was tackled by the supervisor.
"Make sure to hold still, I won't be able to do this well when you move around too much."
"Well I'm sorry if me saving our asses is disturbing your well thought-out plans!" Rong shouted, this time completely hysterical. She grappled with the supervisor for a moment before another fireball slammed into them and almost pushed them off the side of Pseudo-Rong.
"I said hold still," Right said, annoyed and trying to straighten his neck again.
"IT. ISN'T. MY. FAULT."
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The turf battle was quickly getting out of hand. For one thing, it seemed that the giant geese wanted a bit of the turf as well. This was a strictly dragon-only business, but Rong wasn't about to let that stop her from kicking some geese butt as well. But it was getting hard fending off everybody at once, even with her almighty fire breath. She almost fell backwards when a goose reared up and buffetted her with its giant wings and the Manikin tackled her from the side.
In such a chaotic battle as this, it could be understood that many things happened at once. Fireballs were suddenly raining down on the group. They didn't harm the Manikin or Pseudo-Rong much, but they seemed to irritate the geese. One goose actually caught aflame and ran about wildly, in the process, blinding Pseudo-Rong. At the same time, the Manikin jumped up and bit into her neck. Panicking, she bit back, though after tasting some fluff, she realized she had bit into a goose instead of her attacker. This strange tangle of beasts started toppling over. On her back, Right had finally managed to somehow make a large gash in her flank, making her almost release in pain. Her blood/juice quickly rose up and slammed against the supervisor, enveloping him whole and freezing instantly. Both Rong and the Manikin fell right on top of the goose, who, although graced with trans-dimentional teleportaion and laser eyes, did not have an especially strong ribcage. It collapsed and the goose was dead. The other geese honked in distress and shuffled away before teleporting once more fireballs started moving in. Pseudo-Rong died soon after from juice-blood loss, which Rong harrassed Right about. The Manikin was still getting attacked by fireballs, and though they were too small to really do anything, it effectively confused it. It started panicking. It then did what it usually did when it started panicking. It started eating.
The closest thing on hand happened to be the dead goose it was on top of. He went ahead and swallowed it.
"Hey!" Rong yelped. "That's me!"
"Good of you to figure out," Right sighed. "Can anything else possibly go wrong?"
Pseudo-Rong landed heavily on the ground, flattening more trees, and crouched low to peer down at everybody. "What the hell? 'Zat supposed to be me?" She wrinkled her snout. "Lame."
"I see you weren't so different before I met you," Right said flatly before the supervisor launched himself towards them and aimed a clawed hand right at Eemp's head. Right quickly pulled them out of the way and took off from the ground. As soon as the supervisor pulled his hand out of the tree trunk, he followed quickly. Jordan and Maxwell ducked as they passed overhead. The chase disappeared into the remaints of the orchard briefly before circling back into the clearing, apparently never-ending; the dragons couldn't harm the supervisor and the supervisor couldn't catch up to the dragons.
Pseudo-Rong watched this passively before she noticed several geese about her size were staring at her in the blank, stupid way that birds tend to stare. "The hell're you looking at?" she demanded hotly. The geese honked rather threateningly. Although Rong couldn't speak goose, she assumed this was some sort of goosey insult and so responded thusly with some fire breath. The goose she aimed at responded with some laser eyes, but when it was aware that this wouldn't work out so well, it disappeared suddenly, leaving the fire to move on to the trees. Pseudo-Rong circled around, driving the other geese away with more fire. And soon, a large part of the orchard was ablaze.
"Your general solutions to annoyances haven't changed at all," Right said, now sounding rather annoyed. He had every right to be. They were pratically almost surrounded by fire now.
"Shut up!" Rong retorted, unable to think of anything more clever.
"I hope you know," the supervisor called from behind, "That I will enjoy using your skins as a rug!"
"Right, we're going up," the chinese dragon suddenly said decisively. The next time Eemp leapt off the ground, it soared and landed right on pseudo-Rong, who was still busy taking on hungry geese.
"Hey! What the?" the large dragon-fruit's neck turned slightly, trying to see what had just landed on her. A few moments later, the supervisor joined them on her back. "Hey! Get off!" She opened her maw to try to set fire to the small figures clinging onto her scales, but the supervisor shouted, "Stop."
Surprisingly, Rong hesitated and stopped. "You have other problems to worry about," the supervisor said sternly. "Those geese, for one thing. That other dragon...thing for another."
Pseudo-Rong thought it over. "Alright, I'm going to ignore you guys for now, but only because I have bigger things to fight! I'll get to you shrimps later!" And with that, she started rampaging off towards the Manikin, who also happened to be rampaging.
Jordan, in the meantime, was stuck leaning on Maxwell and Maxwell was stuck, cornered by fire. Jordan's leg didn't bleed as freely anymore, but he was still having trouble concentrating. Maxwell was shouting something. He struggled to listen.
"...You can do something about this, can't you?" Maxwell shouted. "You're the fire guy!"
Jordan shook his head.
"Look, I know 'pyrokinesis' usually is just setting things on fire, but can't you do something else with fire? I mean it's right there in the name! Pyro Kinesis! Moving fire!"
"I...can't," Jordan almost sobbed.
"Just try it or we'll die, okay? I thought you told me before you didn't want to die here!"
Jordan didn't say anything. But after a moment, the fire around them flickered. Then it swirled around a point in the air until it was just floating harmlessly above.
Maxwell smiled, relieved. "Okay. That's good. Right. Let's go."
"Mmnng," Jordan moaned. "Where're the dragons?"
"Uh?" Maxwell glanced around quickly. "They're...on another dragon, I believe...no wait," he added quickly when he noticed the floating fireball moving towards where he pointed. "Let's get to a safer area first, okay? Just...hang on..."
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The floor...or rather, dragon, underneath them shook as Pseudo-Rong started a turf-battle with the Manikin. At least, she assumed it was a turf-battle. She wouldn't even be here unless it was her turf. Or unless she was trying to get some other guy's turf. Q.E.D. Sort of.
In any case, this made it hell for her passengers. Or rather, passenger. The supervisor was not graced with the gift of flight like Right and Rong were. Right was nothing if not opportunistic.
"I just need some juice. Actually, a lot of juice. Do you think we can get some from your past-fruit-self?"
"Dammit, why is it I always end up having to get hurt?" Rong whined.
"It's not even you," Right pointed out.
"Don't do it," Rong warned. "I swear I'll kill you if you do it...what are you doing?"
Right didn't answer for a while. As the supervisor clung onto the large gray scaled below, he stared intently down. "I can't do it. Your skin is too thick."
"You were totally trying to do it!" Rong shouted, aghast.
"We need some way to cut through your skin. I may have to go down and do it myself."
"I think I have a say in this," Rong shouted very loudly. "And I say that you are not going to slice me open!"
"It's not even you," Right hissed in annoyance. "Look, it'll be over quick--" And suddenly Eemp was hit in the chest by a fireball and they were forced back down onto the brawling Rong.
"Where'd that come from?" Rong was now completely worked up after all the recent events and was now whipping her head around.
"You might want to distract the supervisor that is about to attack us while I deal with getting through your skin," Right replied.
"What?" Rong said before she was tackled by the supervisor.
"Make sure to hold still, I won't be able to do this well when you move around too much."
"Well I'm sorry if me saving our asses is disturbing your well thought-out plans!" Rong shouted, this time completely hysterical. She grappled with the supervisor for a moment before another fireball slammed into them and almost pushed them off the side of Pseudo-Rong.
"I said hold still," Right said, annoyed and trying to straighten his neck again.
"IT. ISN'T. MY. FAULT."
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The turf battle was quickly getting out of hand. For one thing, it seemed that the giant geese wanted a bit of the turf as well. This was a strictly dragon-only business, but Rong wasn't about to let that stop her from kicking some geese butt as well. But it was getting hard fending off everybody at once, even with her almighty fire breath. She almost fell backwards when a goose reared up and buffetted her with its giant wings and the Manikin tackled her from the side.
In such a chaotic battle as this, it could be understood that many things happened at once. Fireballs were suddenly raining down on the group. They didn't harm the Manikin or Pseudo-Rong much, but they seemed to irritate the geese. One goose actually caught aflame and ran about wildly, in the process, blinding Pseudo-Rong. At the same time, the Manikin jumped up and bit into her neck. Panicking, she bit back, though after tasting some fluff, she realized she had bit into a goose instead of her attacker. This strange tangle of beasts started toppling over. On her back, Right had finally managed to somehow make a large gash in her flank, making her almost release in pain. Her blood/juice quickly rose up and slammed against the supervisor, enveloping him whole and freezing instantly. Both Rong and the Manikin fell right on top of the goose, who, although graced with trans-dimentional teleportaion and laser eyes, did not have an especially strong ribcage. It collapsed and the goose was dead. The other geese honked in distress and shuffled away before teleporting once more fireballs started moving in. Pseudo-Rong died soon after from juice-blood loss, which Rong harrassed Right about. The Manikin was still getting attacked by fireballs, and though they were too small to really do anything, it effectively confused it. It started panicking. It then did what it usually did when it started panicking. It started eating.
The closest thing on hand happened to be the dead goose it was on top of. He went ahead and swallowed it.