Re: The Grand Battle [Round 4! Pop-up Land!!]
10-07-2009, 05:03 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Aryogaton.
Aeon stood motionless, perfectly intent on watching and analyzing the entirety of the fight. Throughout, Nathan exhibited more power than he ever had shown in the three previous rounds and seemed like a completely different person. He attacked with an anger that rivaled--and perhaps even surpassed--even Lutherion's, an observation that contradicts everything that had been established before.
Interestingly, Nathan seemed to be hurt more by himself than the mimic. After nearly ever attack, the recoil flung him towards another cube, and he made little effort to lessen the impact. Regardless, the damage seemed to be minimal, as Nathan was easily absorbing every injury inflicted on him. However, so did Lutherion's clone. No matter how hard Nathan flung the clone, it merely continued cackling, making little effort to neither attack nor defend. This obviously continued to fuel Nathan's rage, as he continued to attack without tire.
Attack after attack, throughout every bone-crunching impact and seemingly fatal injury, Aeon had a single thought in the back of his mind that persisted in lieu of his efforts to concentrate on the fight. For the first time in his life, he feared. For the first time in his life, a life-changing event has occurred outside of his knowledge, predictions or experience. No, this battle was not a demonstration of sudden power, but the unstoppable hammers that drove the nails into his own coffin. Dorukomets, Alcarith, Emily... they all have been subjected to judgment by their peers, with death as the conviction.
I'm next.
Aeon stood motionless, perfectly intent on watching and analyzing the entirety of the fight. Throughout, Nathan exhibited more power than he ever had shown in the three previous rounds and seemed like a completely different person. He attacked with an anger that rivaled--and perhaps even surpassed--even Lutherion's, an observation that contradicts everything that had been established before.
Interestingly, Nathan seemed to be hurt more by himself than the mimic. After nearly ever attack, the recoil flung him towards another cube, and he made little effort to lessen the impact. Regardless, the damage seemed to be minimal, as Nathan was easily absorbing every injury inflicted on him. However, so did Lutherion's clone. No matter how hard Nathan flung the clone, it merely continued cackling, making little effort to neither attack nor defend. This obviously continued to fuel Nathan's rage, as he continued to attack without tire.
Attack after attack, throughout every bone-crunching impact and seemingly fatal injury, Aeon had a single thought in the back of his mind that persisted in lieu of his efforts to concentrate on the fight. For the first time in his life, he feared. For the first time in his life, a life-changing event has occurred outside of his knowledge, predictions or experience. No, this battle was not a demonstration of sudden power, but the unstoppable hammers that drove the nails into his own coffin. Dorukomets, Alcarith, Emily... they all have been subjected to judgment by their peers, with death as the conviction.
I'm next.