Re: The Grand Battle [Starring Eximo Pulvis!]
11-23-2009, 11:21 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Dragon Fogel.
Nathan was exhausted. But the demon had told him to come here. Told him he would need to in order to stop the necromancer. Yes, the demon would help him.
Dorukomets lay at his feet, unmoving. Shards of the crystal were embedded in the ghostly armor. Nathan began removing shards. The demon's voice spoke to him, sounding weak.
"Gather them together. We'll need them..."
Nathan placed the shards in a pile on the island. After he removed about half, Dorukomets began to move again; Nathan placed a hand on the ghost's shoulder, and it stopped.
"Hurry. I can't hold him for long, but we can't have him getting in the way. You want to kill that necromancer, don't you?"
"Of course I do," Nathan replied, though to an outsider it would have seemed he was talking to himself. Nathan quickly removed the rest of the shards.
"Good. Now, let's get the ghost a little more out of the way. Pick him up."
Nathan grabbed Dorukomets' body, and lifted it up. The demon channeled additional strength into his arms so he could lift the heavy armor; draining, but it would be made up for soon enough. He directed Nathan's attention towards the strange island, off in the distance.
"I can't predict what will happen if we destroy him, so we'll just keep him busy with that confusing maze. I think we'd both rather not have unknown variables running around."
Nathan nodded. With his enhanced strength, he threw Dorukomets towards the island. There was a flash of light as he landed.
The effort had nearly drained both Nathan and the demon. Escaping from Aeon's metal cocoon had been hard enough. Fortunately, the crystal shards would be able to make up for that. At least, once one last spell was cast...
The demon focused. He would be almost completely drained after this, but if it worked, that wouldn't be a problem. The shards merged together, becoming a new crystal, somewhat smaller than the original. After some more time, it took the shape of a sword.
Nathan's body collapsed as the crystal formed. But in a few minutes, he would be back to full strength thanks to the healing energy. The demon could regain some strength by feeding off of Nathan's life force as it returned, and the crystal would more than compensate for that.
As Nathan's body rested, the island drew ever closer to its destination...
***
Eximo was not performing at its best, but it still realized that Lutherion's spell could not be completed. It had to stop it; perhaps one of the objects it was carrying could assist it. It reached an arm into its storage compartment. Most of the objects in there were the silver knives from Killville; Eximo soon realized these would be useless. Lutherion was too far away for melee, and if thrown, the knives would be at the mercy of the winds. It searched harder, and found something better suited for the situation.
Lutherion was concentrating desperately. When he had done this before, though he had been bound, he hadn't needed to worry about the winds or the sand. He didn't want to be blown off the island before he could finish the spell, but he also didn't want the vacuum causing trouble when the wind stopped.
But he was almost done. Just one final step, and the spell would be complete...
A shot rang through the air. Lutherion's focus was broken by the unexpected noise, and a sudden feeling of pain. He looked down and noticed a wound revealing his dead heart - not that he needed it any more, but the feeling was disconcerting.
Eximo held a still-smoking gun in one of its arms, held steady by two others to keep its aim in the confusing winds. It had picked it up in the Mutewood, after Dorukomets had suddenly left it alone in the bathroom.
Eximo did not know enough of ballistics to realize that a bullet, once fired, traveled at high enough speeds to make the effects of wind negligible. But it did realize that the weapon would make a loud noise. And indeed, the sudden sound had played more of a role than the wound itself, though Lutherion certainly didn't appreciate the latter.
"You shot me! That's it, vacuum! I've had enough of you! Strawberry girl, I want you to stop the winds when we're over that island. Then..."
Whatever order Lutherion was about to give was interrupted by Nathan's sudden arrival. The boy leapt through the air, aided by the demon, and stabbed Lutherion through the bullet-wound with a sword that appeared to be made from the healing crystal.
"It'll be so much easier to kill you if you're alive, monster." Nathan sounded even crazier than Lutherion had before.
***
From his perch on the cube, Aeon saw the flash as Dorukomets landed on the island of bizarre staircases and warped surfaces. He couldn't see the cause, but then, just trying to look at that island was difficult for him. He didn't think having both eyes would make it any easier.
Then he heard the shot.
"Who has a gun around here?" he muttered to himself, as he ate the soup. "I swear, I have no idea what's going on in this 'game' any more. I'll probably get killed by something I won't even see coming."
He looked behind himself nervously, as if he expected to see another werewolf or some other hideous monstrosity. There was nothing.
"Might as well enjoy the soup while I can, then".
***
The strange reaction began again. Nathan cackled. Soon he would have his revenge. Yes, soon.
Suddenly, the winds stopped. The island had arrived, so Amethyst's body followed the part of Lutherion's order that had gone through. The island began falling.
More importantly, Eximo could move again. And it had a desperate idea. It zoomed through the sand, knocking Nathan over.
"This unit requires that item. Do not interfere."
Two arms holding knives stabbed them into the crystal. The healing power it radiated made Eximo's arms weak, but if this worked, it would be worth it.
Eximo swiftly turned towards Amethyst, who stayed eerily still, and hurled the crystal, knives still embedded within, towards her. The healing energy spread through her as the crystal struck, slowly countering the dark magics Lutherion had used to gain control of her body. She groaned, slightly, as she reacquainted herself with having physical control. As it watched her recovery, Eximo noted a strange hand-mirror in the sand in front of it; it felt strangely compelled to pick the item up, beyond the simple fact that it registered as clutter.
Nathan turned to the vacuum, angrily. "You've interfered. Don't make me destroy you, too."
Before Nathan could act on his threat, there was an ear-shattering scream from Lutherion's direction. The convulsing mass had found it difficult to determine whether it was trying to become alive or undead, as the process had been interrupted. As such, Lutherion was now a strange mix of the two. Parts of his body looked healthy and alive, while others were still decaying and rotten. The split was especially pronounced on his head, which spoke, or rather, screamed, out of both sides of its mouth at once.
"You... where... will all... am I... PAY!"
Nathan was exhausted. But the demon had told him to come here. Told him he would need to in order to stop the necromancer. Yes, the demon would help him.
Dorukomets lay at his feet, unmoving. Shards of the crystal were embedded in the ghostly armor. Nathan began removing shards. The demon's voice spoke to him, sounding weak.
"Gather them together. We'll need them..."
Nathan placed the shards in a pile on the island. After he removed about half, Dorukomets began to move again; Nathan placed a hand on the ghost's shoulder, and it stopped.
"Hurry. I can't hold him for long, but we can't have him getting in the way. You want to kill that necromancer, don't you?"
"Of course I do," Nathan replied, though to an outsider it would have seemed he was talking to himself. Nathan quickly removed the rest of the shards.
"Good. Now, let's get the ghost a little more out of the way. Pick him up."
Nathan grabbed Dorukomets' body, and lifted it up. The demon channeled additional strength into his arms so he could lift the heavy armor; draining, but it would be made up for soon enough. He directed Nathan's attention towards the strange island, off in the distance.
"I can't predict what will happen if we destroy him, so we'll just keep him busy with that confusing maze. I think we'd both rather not have unknown variables running around."
Nathan nodded. With his enhanced strength, he threw Dorukomets towards the island. There was a flash of light as he landed.
The effort had nearly drained both Nathan and the demon. Escaping from Aeon's metal cocoon had been hard enough. Fortunately, the crystal shards would be able to make up for that. At least, once one last spell was cast...
The demon focused. He would be almost completely drained after this, but if it worked, that wouldn't be a problem. The shards merged together, becoming a new crystal, somewhat smaller than the original. After some more time, it took the shape of a sword.
Nathan's body collapsed as the crystal formed. But in a few minutes, he would be back to full strength thanks to the healing energy. The demon could regain some strength by feeding off of Nathan's life force as it returned, and the crystal would more than compensate for that.
As Nathan's body rested, the island drew ever closer to its destination...
***
Eximo was not performing at its best, but it still realized that Lutherion's spell could not be completed. It had to stop it; perhaps one of the objects it was carrying could assist it. It reached an arm into its storage compartment. Most of the objects in there were the silver knives from Killville; Eximo soon realized these would be useless. Lutherion was too far away for melee, and if thrown, the knives would be at the mercy of the winds. It searched harder, and found something better suited for the situation.
Lutherion was concentrating desperately. When he had done this before, though he had been bound, he hadn't needed to worry about the winds or the sand. He didn't want to be blown off the island before he could finish the spell, but he also didn't want the vacuum causing trouble when the wind stopped.
But he was almost done. Just one final step, and the spell would be complete...
A shot rang through the air. Lutherion's focus was broken by the unexpected noise, and a sudden feeling of pain. He looked down and noticed a wound revealing his dead heart - not that he needed it any more, but the feeling was disconcerting.
Eximo held a still-smoking gun in one of its arms, held steady by two others to keep its aim in the confusing winds. It had picked it up in the Mutewood, after Dorukomets had suddenly left it alone in the bathroom.
Eximo did not know enough of ballistics to realize that a bullet, once fired, traveled at high enough speeds to make the effects of wind negligible. But it did realize that the weapon would make a loud noise. And indeed, the sudden sound had played more of a role than the wound itself, though Lutherion certainly didn't appreciate the latter.
"You shot me! That's it, vacuum! I've had enough of you! Strawberry girl, I want you to stop the winds when we're over that island. Then..."
Whatever order Lutherion was about to give was interrupted by Nathan's sudden arrival. The boy leapt through the air, aided by the demon, and stabbed Lutherion through the bullet-wound with a sword that appeared to be made from the healing crystal.
"It'll be so much easier to kill you if you're alive, monster." Nathan sounded even crazier than Lutherion had before.
***
From his perch on the cube, Aeon saw the flash as Dorukomets landed on the island of bizarre staircases and warped surfaces. He couldn't see the cause, but then, just trying to look at that island was difficult for him. He didn't think having both eyes would make it any easier.
Then he heard the shot.
"Who has a gun around here?" he muttered to himself, as he ate the soup. "I swear, I have no idea what's going on in this 'game' any more. I'll probably get killed by something I won't even see coming."
He looked behind himself nervously, as if he expected to see another werewolf or some other hideous monstrosity. There was nothing.
"Might as well enjoy the soup while I can, then".
***
The strange reaction began again. Nathan cackled. Soon he would have his revenge. Yes, soon.
Suddenly, the winds stopped. The island had arrived, so Amethyst's body followed the part of Lutherion's order that had gone through. The island began falling.
More importantly, Eximo could move again. And it had a desperate idea. It zoomed through the sand, knocking Nathan over.
"This unit requires that item. Do not interfere."
Two arms holding knives stabbed them into the crystal. The healing power it radiated made Eximo's arms weak, but if this worked, it would be worth it.
Eximo swiftly turned towards Amethyst, who stayed eerily still, and hurled the crystal, knives still embedded within, towards her. The healing energy spread through her as the crystal struck, slowly countering the dark magics Lutherion had used to gain control of her body. She groaned, slightly, as she reacquainted herself with having physical control. As it watched her recovery, Eximo noted a strange hand-mirror in the sand in front of it; it felt strangely compelled to pick the item up, beyond the simple fact that it registered as clutter.
Nathan turned to the vacuum, angrily. "You've interfered. Don't make me destroy you, too."
Before Nathan could act on his threat, there was an ear-shattering scream from Lutherion's direction. The convulsing mass had found it difficult to determine whether it was trying to become alive or undead, as the process had been interrupted. As such, Lutherion was now a strange mix of the two. Parts of his body looked healthy and alive, while others were still decaying and rotten. The split was especially pronounced on his head, which spoke, or rather, screamed, out of both sides of its mouth at once.
"You... where... will all... am I... PAY!"
Spoiler
There's no reason for this | Or this | Death is inevitable | You can't challenge fate | The smallest change | I'm overwhelmed
I'm serious | It makes perfect sense | Easy as ABC! | I can't even explain it | Cleaning up someone else's mess
I suck | I rule | I've got it made | Really, I'm serious | This bugs me | It's all lies | I want to believe | Beauty is a curse
I'm serious | It makes perfect sense | Easy as ABC! | I can't even explain it | Cleaning up someone else's mess
I suck | I rule | I've got it made | Really, I'm serious | This bugs me | It's all lies | I want to believe | Beauty is a curse