Re: The Grand Battle [Round Five: Battleopolis!]
01-12-2010, 11:59 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Dragon Fogel.
"You got me involved in this game! It's your fault that I'm dead!" Lutherion shouted, as he grabbed some bone splinters. He flung them to the ground, and they formed into three large minotaur-like skeletons, wielding bony maces. They advanced on the Gentleman.
Dexter laughed. "You think you can kill me with brute force? I suppose that's why you lost in the first place." The skeletons struck at Dexter, but he simply stood there, unflinching, as the maces seemed to pass through him. He continued to stand still, as the hulking beasts simply fell apart.
"What the hell are you?" Lutherion shouted. "You didn't even move!"
Before he could get an answer, Lutherion was grabbed from behind by a dozen skeletal hands. Another six began stabbing him with silver knives as he was held down.
"It appears that at the moment, I'm a distraction." The Gentleman smiled. "I wonder if the Director truly sent me here as a punishment? Perhaps he wanted to see how you all would fare against one of us, and used my indiscretion as a pretext to arrange such a scenario. His methods are difficult to understand, even for us."
Lutherion slowly managed to wrestle his way out of Eximo's hold, and pushed the vacuum away with his wightmaw arm. Dexter noticed the dragon and the healer moving towards the struggling combatants; the youngster and the older man were staying unnaturally still, and the mage... The expression on her face was unreadable to him. Did she not seek revenge?
However, for the moment, he wanted to talk. The vacuum and the necromancer would interfere with that, so he raised his arm.
"Isolation Field!"
A circle of flames surrounded the two combatants. He walked past it.
"As long as I am maintaining that barrier, neither of them will be able to leave, nor will anyone else be able to enter. That should keep them busy for a while. In the meantime, I'm going to provide the rest of you with a rare opportunity to say whatever you please to one of the organizers of this event. Any takers?"
***
Stan tapped Larry on the shoulder.
"There's another weirdo headed this way," he said, pointing at the stranger walking down a nearby sidewalk.
"Well, that's just great," Larry muttered. "Well, it could just be someone headed to a costume party, but with everything that's already going on, I'm not taking chances. Get every officer we've got - the ones that haven't run off after seeing what happened over there, anyways." He walked over towards the strange man.
"Listen buddy, this area is restricted. I don't know who you are, and at this point, I don't care. Just head back the way you came and we'll forget this ever happened."
"That's one option," the strange man replied. His voice was chilling. Larry was starting to feel pretty sure this wasn't a costume.
"But I have another one." He raised his left arm, which looked more like a piece of heavy machinery, and crushed Larry's skull with it. He then looked at the rest of the officers. "Would anybody else like to propose alternatives?"
Most of them ran. Stan paused for a moment, reached for his revolver, then turned and ran instead.
"Weaklings." Konka Rar tossed Larry's body aside and headed past the blockade.
If he had looked behind him at that moment, he would have seen a suit of armor appearing out of thin air over Larry's corpse.
"You got me involved in this game! It's your fault that I'm dead!" Lutherion shouted, as he grabbed some bone splinters. He flung them to the ground, and they formed into three large minotaur-like skeletons, wielding bony maces. They advanced on the Gentleman.
Dexter laughed. "You think you can kill me with brute force? I suppose that's why you lost in the first place." The skeletons struck at Dexter, but he simply stood there, unflinching, as the maces seemed to pass through him. He continued to stand still, as the hulking beasts simply fell apart.
"What the hell are you?" Lutherion shouted. "You didn't even move!"
Before he could get an answer, Lutherion was grabbed from behind by a dozen skeletal hands. Another six began stabbing him with silver knives as he was held down.
"It appears that at the moment, I'm a distraction." The Gentleman smiled. "I wonder if the Director truly sent me here as a punishment? Perhaps he wanted to see how you all would fare against one of us, and used my indiscretion as a pretext to arrange such a scenario. His methods are difficult to understand, even for us."
Lutherion slowly managed to wrestle his way out of Eximo's hold, and pushed the vacuum away with his wightmaw arm. Dexter noticed the dragon and the healer moving towards the struggling combatants; the youngster and the older man were staying unnaturally still, and the mage... The expression on her face was unreadable to him. Did she not seek revenge?
However, for the moment, he wanted to talk. The vacuum and the necromancer would interfere with that, so he raised his arm.
"Isolation Field!"
A circle of flames surrounded the two combatants. He walked past it.
"As long as I am maintaining that barrier, neither of them will be able to leave, nor will anyone else be able to enter. That should keep them busy for a while. In the meantime, I'm going to provide the rest of you with a rare opportunity to say whatever you please to one of the organizers of this event. Any takers?"
***
Stan tapped Larry on the shoulder.
"There's another weirdo headed this way," he said, pointing at the stranger walking down a nearby sidewalk.
"Well, that's just great," Larry muttered. "Well, it could just be someone headed to a costume party, but with everything that's already going on, I'm not taking chances. Get every officer we've got - the ones that haven't run off after seeing what happened over there, anyways." He walked over towards the strange man.
"Listen buddy, this area is restricted. I don't know who you are, and at this point, I don't care. Just head back the way you came and we'll forget this ever happened."
"That's one option," the strange man replied. His voice was chilling. Larry was starting to feel pretty sure this wasn't a costume.
"But I have another one." He raised his left arm, which looked more like a piece of heavy machinery, and crushed Larry's skull with it. He then looked at the rest of the officers. "Would anybody else like to propose alternatives?"
Most of them ran. Stan paused for a moment, reached for his revolver, then turned and ran instead.
"Weaklings." Konka Rar tossed Larry's body aside and headed past the blockade.
If he had looked behind him at that moment, he would have seen a suit of armor appearing out of thin air over Larry's corpse.
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