Re: The Grand Battle II! [Round 1: The Labyrinth Field!]
10-03-2009, 09:02 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Schazer.
Vyrm'n at first tried simply avoiding the irritating ammunition, then tried to grab it and bend it out of shape, but both tactics failed to stop the barrage. Unlike the shredding wall-rock, the damage from all of this shrapnel was mostly superficial, but nonetheless the involuntary contact stung and distracted the Faceles each time.
Slowly being harried towards the ground, the Faceless twisted and turned, looking for an opportunity to flee, but finding none. It suddenly collapsed from its elegant flight-form and plummeted to the ground with a smacking kind of splash, catching the schrotgolem by surprise for a moment. Unwilling to lose the advantage, Vyrm'n compressed its shape and leapt at the advancing golem as an unyielding, solid object. The two spirits collided, Vyrm'n attempting to crush whatever part of Gestalt it could get its mass around; the golem striking at the bigger Faceless from all sides with its arsenal.
The Faceless held down Gestalt's torso region with the majority of its bulk, before raising its front end and bringing it crashing down on the sygil-inscribed face. It did this three times before the pot lid arced its way over, crashing into the Faceless bodily and distracting Vyrm'n for a moment.
Gestalt took the opportunity to focus its attention on all the shrapnel flying around; it launched them into the Faceless in one go, turning it into an enormous, astral pincushion. It thrashed with pain at the all-over attack, unpinned Gestalt from under its bulk, and grabbed about half of the ammunition before the schrotgolem could take it off the Faceless again. It shuffled the weapons, which protested against their capture, right into its core so there was several feet of darkness keeping them under control from every direction. Gestalt tried to make them return; but it was like trying to get them to pull themselves out of being encased in solid rock.
Able to deal with the reduced amount of shrapnel pursuing it, Vyrm'n embedded the pot lid in itself and slithered as quickly as it could across the ground to Cabaret, before tossing the pot lid at the conjurer's feet.
Vyrm'n at first tried simply avoiding the irritating ammunition, then tried to grab it and bend it out of shape, but both tactics failed to stop the barrage. Unlike the shredding wall-rock, the damage from all of this shrapnel was mostly superficial, but nonetheless the involuntary contact stung and distracted the Faceles each time.
Slowly being harried towards the ground, the Faceless twisted and turned, looking for an opportunity to flee, but finding none. It suddenly collapsed from its elegant flight-form and plummeted to the ground with a smacking kind of splash, catching the schrotgolem by surprise for a moment. Unwilling to lose the advantage, Vyrm'n compressed its shape and leapt at the advancing golem as an unyielding, solid object. The two spirits collided, Vyrm'n attempting to crush whatever part of Gestalt it could get its mass around; the golem striking at the bigger Faceless from all sides with its arsenal.
The Faceless held down Gestalt's torso region with the majority of its bulk, before raising its front end and bringing it crashing down on the sygil-inscribed face. It did this three times before the pot lid arced its way over, crashing into the Faceless bodily and distracting Vyrm'n for a moment.
Gestalt took the opportunity to focus its attention on all the shrapnel flying around; it launched them into the Faceless in one go, turning it into an enormous, astral pincushion. It thrashed with pain at the all-over attack, unpinned Gestalt from under its bulk, and grabbed about half of the ammunition before the schrotgolem could take it off the Faceless again. It shuffled the weapons, which protested against their capture, right into its core so there was several feet of darkness keeping them under control from every direction. Gestalt tried to make them return; but it was like trying to get them to pull themselves out of being encased in solid rock.
Able to deal with the reduced amount of shrapnel pursuing it, Vyrm'n embedded the pot lid in itself and slithered as quickly as it could across the ground to Cabaret, before tossing the pot lid at the conjurer's feet.
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clouds is shaky love | broke as hell but i got a bunch of ringtones
eyes blood red bruise aubergine | Sue took something now Sue doesn't sleep | saint average, day in the life of
woke up in the noon smelling doom and death | out the house, great outdoors
staying warm in arctic blizzard | that's my battle 'til I get inanimate | still up in the same clothes living like a gameshow