Re: The Grand Battle II! [Round 1: The Labyrinth Field!]
10-06-2009, 05:35 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by SleepingOrange.
The schrotgolem packed itself up faster than it ever had to date, objects slamming into boxes and into each other, the bangs and thuds reverberating until they were muffled by the trees. The boxes lined up and slithered along the ground like a snake; fallen leaves and dead grass whipped up and swarmed around them as they passed, forming a writhing green cloud around the train of boxes. The serpent didn't seem to be going anywhere in particular, winding quickly and aimlessly through the trees; eventually it settled on circling one tree in particular, apparently at random, winding around and around the base before stopping suddenly, the detritus swirling around it falling to the ground.
The tree itself shuddered a few times like it was in a small wind of its own; it shed a few leaves, then stood still. There was a low groaning sound, rising gradually in pitch and intensity until it nearly resembled an animal scream; at that point, the tree's bark started splitting and peeling off, twigs started snapping and showering to the ground, and even a few large branches broke off and tumbled down. The whole tree swayed and twisted, tearing itself apart and flinging its branches away. The startled professor had the presence of mind to retreat a bit and watch the proceedings from a distance; shortly after he turned back to watch, he saw the remaining trunk shatter into innumerable shards of wood, exploding into a shower of splinters and stakes. The wooden bits soon flew back to the epicenter of the explosion, though, and formed a somewhat-bipedal form, which slammed its forearms into the ground and trees around it. More terrifying and eerie than the clear rage in the form was complete silence in the grove save for the thuds of wood on wood and wood on soil. After a very few moments of wanton destruction, the thing threw its arms up and disintegrated back into a pile of splinters. It wasn't until the wood had been still for a few moments that Armidillo realized there was a semicircle of boxes behind him and pad of paper at his elbow.
i hope your plan has more merit than have my skills
our opponents are clearly slipperier than i had anticipated
Gestalt was incredibly frustrated.
The schrotgolem packed itself up faster than it ever had to date, objects slamming into boxes and into each other, the bangs and thuds reverberating until they were muffled by the trees. The boxes lined up and slithered along the ground like a snake; fallen leaves and dead grass whipped up and swarmed around them as they passed, forming a writhing green cloud around the train of boxes. The serpent didn't seem to be going anywhere in particular, winding quickly and aimlessly through the trees; eventually it settled on circling one tree in particular, apparently at random, winding around and around the base before stopping suddenly, the detritus swirling around it falling to the ground.
The tree itself shuddered a few times like it was in a small wind of its own; it shed a few leaves, then stood still. There was a low groaning sound, rising gradually in pitch and intensity until it nearly resembled an animal scream; at that point, the tree's bark started splitting and peeling off, twigs started snapping and showering to the ground, and even a few large branches broke off and tumbled down. The whole tree swayed and twisted, tearing itself apart and flinging its branches away. The startled professor had the presence of mind to retreat a bit and watch the proceedings from a distance; shortly after he turned back to watch, he saw the remaining trunk shatter into innumerable shards of wood, exploding into a shower of splinters and stakes. The wooden bits soon flew back to the epicenter of the explosion, though, and formed a somewhat-bipedal form, which slammed its forearms into the ground and trees around it. More terrifying and eerie than the clear rage in the form was complete silence in the grove save for the thuds of wood on wood and wood on soil. After a very few moments of wanton destruction, the thing threw its arms up and disintegrated back into a pile of splinters. It wasn't until the wood had been still for a few moments that Armidillo realized there was a semicircle of boxes behind him and pad of paper at his elbow.
i hope your plan has more merit than have my skills
our opponents are clearly slipperier than i had anticipated
Gestalt was incredibly frustrated.