Re: The Grand Battle [Starring Eximo Pulvis!]
11-10-2009, 01:16 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Dragon Fogel.
Eximo continued with the cleansing. It was starting to get used to controlling its body again. It soon cleared the nearby ashes.
Aeon and Nathan seemed to both be waiting for the other to make a move. The demon seemed wary of Aeon, as he had proved unpredictable in previous rounds; and Aeon likewise didn't seek to start a battle with such a dangerous opponent. Not yet.
The ashes were quickly swept up. The island was clear... almost. Oddly, the crystal shards did not register as filth; even though they were debris, Eximo's sensors detected them as cleaner than the surrounding ground.
But the second broom was another matter. Aeon had dropped it in all the confusion since he had landed, and was too preoccupied with the demon lord to look for it.
Eximo could not vacuum it up, so it simply lifted it with skeletal arms. It had vague memories from its time as a spirit of Amethyst using such an object to fly.
It could detect filth on the other islands now. It needed to reach them. A large landmass covered in a desert wasteland seemed especially in need of cleansing; the sand all registered as filth to it.
The broom, sensing its intentions, lifted up and carried Eximo towards the wasteland.
Eximo continued with the cleansing. It was starting to get used to controlling its body again. It soon cleared the nearby ashes.
Aeon and Nathan seemed to both be waiting for the other to make a move. The demon seemed wary of Aeon, as he had proved unpredictable in previous rounds; and Aeon likewise didn't seek to start a battle with such a dangerous opponent. Not yet.
The ashes were quickly swept up. The island was clear... almost. Oddly, the crystal shards did not register as filth; even though they were debris, Eximo's sensors detected them as cleaner than the surrounding ground.
But the second broom was another matter. Aeon had dropped it in all the confusion since he had landed, and was too preoccupied with the demon lord to look for it.
Eximo could not vacuum it up, so it simply lifted it with skeletal arms. It had vague memories from its time as a spirit of Amethyst using such an object to fly.
It could detect filth on the other islands now. It needed to reach them. A large landmass covered in a desert wasteland seemed especially in need of cleansing; the sand all registered as filth to it.
The broom, sensing its intentions, lifted up and carried Eximo towards the wasteland.
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