Re: The Grand Battle [Starring Eximo Pulvis!]
10-27-2009, 09:52 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Aryogaton.
"Huh? What? Why did a suit of armor just appear behind me?" Luther said, thoroughly confused. Aeon paid no attention to him.
Instead, he brushed the 'former' necromancer off and picked up the suit of armor by the shoulders. It was much heavier than it looked, and no trace of any underlying garments were visible--Dorukomets' entire spectral body was covered in the pale metal, which itself seemed to mix between the lines of corporeal and spectral.
"Talk." Aeon stated firmly. There was no immediate answer. He reached for the helmet to lift the faceplate. Instantly, Dorukomets' armored hand raised and wrapped around Aeon's wrist, holding rather tightly. Strangely, the rest of his arm seemed to hang limp. An amalgamation of whispers was just barely heard a few seconds later.
"We where serve am Master I Lutherion!†Dorukomets seemed to whisper. It alternated between the semi-confident voice of the ghost and a weak and unsure voice of something else. Luther winced with the comment and bit his lip.
Aeon was tired of this. He raised the armor and rammed it against the crystal only a few inches behind it. As the semi-corporeal metal touched the crystal, however, it emitted a highly unnatural and high-pitched shriek, as dry ice does when pressed against a metal bucket. Dorukomets, or rather, Dorukomets plus thousands of other, unknown voices screamed and pushed Aeon off of the armor. Without ceasing the screaming, Dorukomets turned around, raised his hand, and partially phased it through the crystal. He then wrenched his hand away, making his signature 'ghost-frag' move. At that instant the pieces of crystal broken off instantly split into hundreds of tiny shards, which flew everywhere and embedded themselves into Dorukomets' armor, as well as Aeon and Luther. In addition, the fist-sized hole in the crystal emitted a bright bolt that hit Dorukomets directly through the heart. It did not leave a mark. Instead the oblong circle that was hit by the bolt became silvery-white, as normal steel would be. It was only then that Dorukomets stopped screaming, and collapsed to the grass.
The combined sounds of the eerie shriek, Dorukomets' screaming, and the boom created by the strange bolt shocked Aeon. He looked to his right and saw Luther taking one step too far backwards, becoming again a mangled mess of simultaneous healing and rotting flesh. He looked behind him and saw Amethyst staring aghast at the sudden scene, before being hit by a surprise attack from behind from Nathan. He looked at his hands and saw many bits of crystal embedded like splinters all over his body, simultaneously opening the wound and healing it at the same time.
Aeon at last fell backwards onto the grass, landing on his back with a soft thud.
"Huh? What? Why did a suit of armor just appear behind me?" Luther said, thoroughly confused. Aeon paid no attention to him.
Instead, he brushed the 'former' necromancer off and picked up the suit of armor by the shoulders. It was much heavier than it looked, and no trace of any underlying garments were visible--Dorukomets' entire spectral body was covered in the pale metal, which itself seemed to mix between the lines of corporeal and spectral.
"Talk." Aeon stated firmly. There was no immediate answer. He reached for the helmet to lift the faceplate. Instantly, Dorukomets' armored hand raised and wrapped around Aeon's wrist, holding rather tightly. Strangely, the rest of his arm seemed to hang limp. An amalgamation of whispers was just barely heard a few seconds later.
"We where serve am Master I Lutherion!†Dorukomets seemed to whisper. It alternated between the semi-confident voice of the ghost and a weak and unsure voice of something else. Luther winced with the comment and bit his lip.
Aeon was tired of this. He raised the armor and rammed it against the crystal only a few inches behind it. As the semi-corporeal metal touched the crystal, however, it emitted a highly unnatural and high-pitched shriek, as dry ice does when pressed against a metal bucket. Dorukomets, or rather, Dorukomets plus thousands of other, unknown voices screamed and pushed Aeon off of the armor. Without ceasing the screaming, Dorukomets turned around, raised his hand, and partially phased it through the crystal. He then wrenched his hand away, making his signature 'ghost-frag' move. At that instant the pieces of crystal broken off instantly split into hundreds of tiny shards, which flew everywhere and embedded themselves into Dorukomets' armor, as well as Aeon and Luther. In addition, the fist-sized hole in the crystal emitted a bright bolt that hit Dorukomets directly through the heart. It did not leave a mark. Instead the oblong circle that was hit by the bolt became silvery-white, as normal steel would be. It was only then that Dorukomets stopped screaming, and collapsed to the grass.
The combined sounds of the eerie shriek, Dorukomets' screaming, and the boom created by the strange bolt shocked Aeon. He looked to his right and saw Luther taking one step too far backwards, becoming again a mangled mess of simultaneous healing and rotting flesh. He looked behind him and saw Amethyst staring aghast at the sudden scene, before being hit by a surprise attack from behind from Nathan. He looked at his hands and saw many bits of crystal embedded like splinters all over his body, simultaneously opening the wound and healing it at the same time.
Aeon at last fell backwards onto the grass, landing on his back with a soft thud.
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