Re: Mini-Grand 5102 [Round 2: Shuck Hollow]
09-07-2011, 08:52 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Pharmacy.
Miecz was pretty sure he completely destroyed the head. Yet, how come the golem was still standing tall? Perhaps, victory was in another spot? Dodging another limb chasing towards him, the fighter deftly made his around the shoulders of the massive construct, slashing at estimates of a tender point. It has been a couple of minutes since his brute-force searching, and fortune still had not smiled upon. Fortunately (or was it unfortunately?), his futile progress was interrupted by upcoming thunder. Wait, was it bad weather or was it –
Oh.
Suddenly, the unwanted passenger and the golem was shook by a great force, larger than any earthquake Miecz had felt back at home –yet, this strength, this speed. This disaster may be unnatural, but it was certainly not unfamiliar. Holding a steady grip, Miecz looked down and found his expectation to be correct. There was that massive rust-beast, abyssal eyes pitted with probable revenge. Judging from the way the rust tumbling out of its mouth in a way akin to spittle dribbling from a rabid beast, Miecz was pretty sure that this Rome fellow wanted to kill him.
Screeching the sorrows of a thousand dead kings (Miecz was pretty sure that description was apt for that action), the draconic-gazelle viciously dugs its hooves into the artificial golem. Without warning, Rome sped up the sheer wall of robots and then he leapt. The merciless skies colored red with rust and rage and suddenly the alchemical construct descended hooves first, intending to make Miecz into swordmonster paste.
<font color="#933E19">BAM! Pain exploded in the many-bladed fighter as creeping unconsciousness threatened to envelop his jarred mind. However, Miecz was made of sturdier stuff and he still was aware of his surroundings, which consisted of his body –inside Rome’s mouth. At the slight stirring on his prey, Rome went into a primal frenzy, swinging the swordmonster like a ragdoll.
Pain, pain, pain! Miecz never felt in such agony in his entire life and what’s worse, he felt like he was going to split into two! Gravity was pulling the duo down at a frightening pace. Blood and dust trailed behind in macabre decoration. Everything was a blur. Yet, Miecz found strength in this harrowing situation. Without trepidation, the blade-master unfurled a blade – and stabbed Rome in the nose.</font>
Rome was aware of the hurt parceled to his nose as he proceeded to groan in histrionic agony. So deep was he in the milky seas of self-pity that the unnatural beast was not aware of the swordmonster crawling up his neck – and the closing ground. Without even a chance to bleat in surprise, Rome felled to the Earth with a tumultuous crash, spilling thick dust everywhere. As for Miecz,
<font color="#933E19">There was Rome and apparently the fall did quite a number on him. He looked like if he went halfway through the trash compactor, and got spat into a junkyard full of broken glass. Despite the dust bleeding through the cracks like watery blood, Rome was still standing and fine and also very, very, pissed. His scraped lips were pulled back in a vicious curl, exposing his remaining teeth in a frightening (yet, somehow hilarious) snarl. As the smoldering black hole of the eyes continued to stare, Miecz nervously chuckled and made arbitrary gestures with his sleeves. After some stuttering, the swordmonster finally took a deep breath and blurted out, “I guess I’ll see you then!”
Miecz immediately dropped on fours and bolted off to the buildings. Unsurprisingly, the rolling thunder of rusty revenge trailed behind him at a brisk (and angry) pace. Although Rome had the advantage of speed and many legs, Miecz fortunately had the always reliable advantage of good distance. However, he needed to figure out something –fast. Otherwise, that monstrous beast will make ground beef out of him.</font>
Miecz was pretty sure he completely destroyed the head. Yet, how come the golem was still standing tall? Perhaps, victory was in another spot? Dodging another limb chasing towards him, the fighter deftly made his around the shoulders of the massive construct, slashing at estimates of a tender point. It has been a couple of minutes since his brute-force searching, and fortune still had not smiled upon. Fortunately (or was it unfortunately?), his futile progress was interrupted by upcoming thunder. Wait, was it bad weather or was it –
Oh.
Suddenly, the unwanted passenger and the golem was shook by a great force, larger than any earthquake Miecz had felt back at home –yet, this strength, this speed. This disaster may be unnatural, but it was certainly not unfamiliar. Holding a steady grip, Miecz looked down and found his expectation to be correct. There was that massive rust-beast, abyssal eyes pitted with probable revenge. Judging from the way the rust tumbling out of its mouth in a way akin to spittle dribbling from a rabid beast, Miecz was pretty sure that this Rome fellow wanted to kill him.
Screeching the sorrows of a thousand dead kings (Miecz was pretty sure that description was apt for that action), the draconic-gazelle viciously dugs its hooves into the artificial golem. Without warning, Rome sped up the sheer wall of robots and then he leapt. The merciless skies colored red with rust and rage and suddenly the alchemical construct descended hooves first, intending to make Miecz into swordmonster paste.
<font color="#933E19">BAM! Pain exploded in the many-bladed fighter as creeping unconsciousness threatened to envelop his jarred mind. However, Miecz was made of sturdier stuff and he still was aware of his surroundings, which consisted of his body –inside Rome’s mouth. At the slight stirring on his prey, Rome went into a primal frenzy, swinging the swordmonster like a ragdoll.
Pain, pain, pain! Miecz never felt in such agony in his entire life and what’s worse, he felt like he was going to split into two! Gravity was pulling the duo down at a frightening pace. Blood and dust trailed behind in macabre decoration. Everything was a blur. Yet, Miecz found strength in this harrowing situation. Without trepidation, the blade-master unfurled a blade – and stabbed Rome in the nose.</font>
Rome was aware of the hurt parceled to his nose as he proceeded to groan in histrionic agony. So deep was he in the milky seas of self-pity that the unnatural beast was not aware of the swordmonster crawling up his neck – and the closing ground. Without even a chance to bleat in surprise, Rome felled to the Earth with a tumultuous crash, spilling thick dust everywhere. As for Miecz,
All was <font color="black">black.</font>
***
The swordmonster gasped back into consciousness, pain throbbing in his wedge-like head as the horrible metallic-y taste of rust (and his blood) coated his inside mouth. The fighters carefully wiggled his limbs, unhinged his mouth, and basically check if the rest of his body was in normal condition. To his surprise, it was (other than that nasty wound on his torso)! He was alive! Miecz proceeded to check himself again to make sure. Yes! He was very much alive! He was so pleased with this discovery that he jumped up for joy – and met a nasty surprise.***
<font color="#933E19">There was Rome and apparently the fall did quite a number on him. He looked like if he went halfway through the trash compactor, and got spat into a junkyard full of broken glass. Despite the dust bleeding through the cracks like watery blood, Rome was still standing and fine and also very, very, pissed. His scraped lips were pulled back in a vicious curl, exposing his remaining teeth in a frightening (yet, somehow hilarious) snarl. As the smoldering black hole of the eyes continued to stare, Miecz nervously chuckled and made arbitrary gestures with his sleeves. After some stuttering, the swordmonster finally took a deep breath and blurted out, “I guess I’ll see you then!”
Miecz immediately dropped on fours and bolted off to the buildings. Unsurprisingly, the rolling thunder of rusty revenge trailed behind him at a brisk (and angry) pace. Although Rome had the advantage of speed and many legs, Miecz fortunately had the always reliable advantage of good distance. However, he needed to figure out something –fast. Otherwise, that monstrous beast will make ground beef out of him.</font>