Re: The Grand Battle [Round 4! Pop-up Land!!]
10-07-2009, 07:27 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Draykon.
"I cannot help but ponder if Nathan was ever intended as a combatant."
Amethyst kept her eyes on the battle, but she seemed to be speaking to Aeon and Eximo.
"It was said that he was brought here in place of his deceased father. Hence there is little he himself has done to be considered 'qualified.'"
Nathan leaped at the mimic once more, both hands on his weapon. Though it was still a mere kitchen knife, it emitted a bright aura, constantly releasing a strange gray energy. It looked almost like some sort of broadsword, or perhaps a whip.
As he slashed, the aura flickered. It wasn't noticeable at first, but it was timed directly with the points of impact. The mimic laughed again, as the force of the energy pushed him backwards again.
Another trail, though unseen to most, emitted from the weapon towards a nearby cube. There the projection of the soul within the knife stood, cackling as he turned briefly off the aura just before impacts, and watched as Nathan uselessly swung at the mimic. He really didn't care much for who would win, he was just enjoying the show.
"It is almost as though there is a ninth combatant among us. The spirit of the demon lord who has 'killed' the old Nathan, and taken his body. However, Nathan's own death did not count as a victory for any party."
Nathan kicked from the side of the cube he hit, and swung past the mimic once more. He made a single swing. Just before it collided, the demon lord snapped his fingers, and the aura vanished. As the blade cleared the mimic, he snapped again, and it reappeared. It was a very subtle, and quickly executed trick, and he found it hilarious to watch.
"It almost seems as though Nathan is merely here as a vessel for the demon who is now our opponent..."
"I cannot help but ponder if Nathan was ever intended as a combatant."
Amethyst kept her eyes on the battle, but she seemed to be speaking to Aeon and Eximo.
"It was said that he was brought here in place of his deceased father. Hence there is little he himself has done to be considered 'qualified.'"
Nathan leaped at the mimic once more, both hands on his weapon. Though it was still a mere kitchen knife, it emitted a bright aura, constantly releasing a strange gray energy. It looked almost like some sort of broadsword, or perhaps a whip.
As he slashed, the aura flickered. It wasn't noticeable at first, but it was timed directly with the points of impact. The mimic laughed again, as the force of the energy pushed him backwards again.
Another trail, though unseen to most, emitted from the weapon towards a nearby cube. There the projection of the soul within the knife stood, cackling as he turned briefly off the aura just before impacts, and watched as Nathan uselessly swung at the mimic. He really didn't care much for who would win, he was just enjoying the show.
"It is almost as though there is a ninth combatant among us. The spirit of the demon lord who has 'killed' the old Nathan, and taken his body. However, Nathan's own death did not count as a victory for any party."
Nathan kicked from the side of the cube he hit, and swung past the mimic once more. He made a single swing. Just before it collided, the demon lord snapped his fingers, and the aura vanished. As the blade cleared the mimic, he snapped again, and it reappeared. It was a very subtle, and quickly executed trick, and he found it hilarious to watch.
"It almost seems as though Nathan is merely here as a vessel for the demon who is now our opponent..."