Re: Mini-Grand 5107 [Round 1: Macbeth]
08-28-2011, 07:44 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by BlastYoBoots.
MACBETH had taken a few devastating strikes from David, his superheated weapon compromising as much as 6% of his mass with each slash.
72%... 71%...
He'd taken to locking the metal feathers in his wings, creating effective overlapping armor to deflect the violet sword. Still, it was receiving violent cuts, and each strike caused the active mass moving and holding it all in place to melt and drip to the ground, demanding fresh nanobot-metal to replace it.
65%... 64%...
"Yes, cower!" David pushed MACBETH further back, his shrinking figure impotently ensconced in a feathery shell. "None of woman born can stand against me!"
"1 AM AN AUT0MAT0N."
"Silence, iron brute!"
David was interrupted by a new sword to parry, some sort of ghostly glow protecting it from his weapon's violet heat. "THEERECANBEHONLEHHOOOONE!!"
As MACBETH backed off, he was forced to dodge a black swing from the Count. His processors had already confirmed him as the largest threat to the audience – an armed vampiric supervillain – and he locked some ornate iron crosses to toss to <Dahlia Finch>, <Sunspot Nightowl>, and <Joseph Banks> for protection. Though his much-diminished six-foot figure (he'd maintained only his head in a Macbeth-like shape since the fight started) was now adorned with cross imagery as well, MACBETH knew well how ineffective it would be without a faithful soul behind it.
"Not putting up mush ov a fight, are you, metal imposhtor? Perhapsh I should sheek more lively prey..." Hypnotized by the improvisation field, the Count turned towards the one-eyed knight-king and made a deadly leap.
MACBETH leapt as well. Coming between the two kings at inhuman speeds, he blocked the Count's strike with a fresh sword and Macbeth's counter-swing with his wings simultaneously.
"AYYE, YAWANNSAMMATHIS??"
"Jusht what shide are you on?!"
"JUST1CE!" MACBETH punctuated his proclamation by launching a sticky glob of metal into knight Macbeth's good eye.
58%... 57%...
Frick'n vampires? Joseph clutched the cross MACBETH had thrown him as he inched across the stage's background toward his couch. Jus' great. Thirs'y backstabbin' bitey bastards. Can't turn yer back on 'em for a second! C'mon, 'alfway there, jus' need ta– "OHHNOOYAADON!"
His old friend blocked his path, pointing a gleaming sword menacingly in his direction as he scraped the last blobs of metal from his eye. His directed hatred towards Joseph mixed with the improvisation field: "YERRGONNAGEYOURS, MACDUFF!"
At this word, David and the Count froze their skirmish, turning instead with furious expressions on the hapless 'Macduff'.
Joseph held his large cross tighter, brandishing it feebly at the approaching kings. "...Aw crap."
Suddenly, Sunspot and Nightowl descended in their way, flaunting a prop sword, prop crown, and one of METAL's large crosses around their neck.
"Halt, aggressors!" Sunspot's heroic voice rang across the stage. "None shall lay a hand on Macduff while I, Super Macbeth, still breathe!"
Nightowl's side of their body held their forehead in embarrassment.
MACBETH had taken a few devastating strikes from David, his superheated weapon compromising as much as 6% of his mass with each slash.
72%... 71%...
He'd taken to locking the metal feathers in his wings, creating effective overlapping armor to deflect the violet sword. Still, it was receiving violent cuts, and each strike caused the active mass moving and holding it all in place to melt and drip to the ground, demanding fresh nanobot-metal to replace it.
65%... 64%...
"Yes, cower!" David pushed MACBETH further back, his shrinking figure impotently ensconced in a feathery shell. "None of woman born can stand against me!"
"1 AM AN AUT0MAT0N."
"Silence, iron brute!"
David was interrupted by a new sword to parry, some sort of ghostly glow protecting it from his weapon's violet heat. "THEERECANBEHONLEHHOOOONE!!"
As MACBETH backed off, he was forced to dodge a black swing from the Count. His processors had already confirmed him as the largest threat to the audience – an armed vampiric supervillain – and he locked some ornate iron crosses to toss to <Dahlia Finch>, <Sunspot Nightowl>, and <Joseph Banks> for protection. Though his much-diminished six-foot figure (he'd maintained only his head in a Macbeth-like shape since the fight started) was now adorned with cross imagery as well, MACBETH knew well how ineffective it would be without a faithful soul behind it.
"Not putting up mush ov a fight, are you, metal imposhtor? Perhapsh I should sheek more lively prey..." Hypnotized by the improvisation field, the Count turned towards the one-eyed knight-king and made a deadly leap.
MACBETH leapt as well. Coming between the two kings at inhuman speeds, he blocked the Count's strike with a fresh sword and Macbeth's counter-swing with his wings simultaneously.
"AYYE, YAWANNSAMMATHIS??"
"Jusht what shide are you on?!"
"JUST1CE!" MACBETH punctuated his proclamation by launching a sticky glob of metal into knight Macbeth's good eye.
58%... 57%...
Frick'n vampires? Joseph clutched the cross MACBETH had thrown him as he inched across the stage's background toward his couch. Jus' great. Thirs'y backstabbin' bitey bastards. Can't turn yer back on 'em for a second! C'mon, 'alfway there, jus' need ta– "OHHNOOYAADON!"
His old friend blocked his path, pointing a gleaming sword menacingly in his direction as he scraped the last blobs of metal from his eye. His directed hatred towards Joseph mixed with the improvisation field: "YERRGONNAGEYOURS, MACDUFF!"
At this word, David and the Count froze their skirmish, turning instead with furious expressions on the hapless 'Macduff'.
Joseph held his large cross tighter, brandishing it feebly at the approaching kings. "...Aw crap."
Suddenly, Sunspot and Nightowl descended in their way, flaunting a prop sword, prop crown, and one of METAL's large crosses around their neck.
"Halt, aggressors!" Sunspot's heroic voice rang across the stage. "None shall lay a hand on Macduff while I, Super Macbeth, still breathe!"
Nightowl's side of their body held their forehead in embarrassment.