Re: The Grand Battle II! [Round 2: Destructo World!]
10-14-2009, 05:42 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Schazer.
Vyrm'n righted itself, barely avoiding the hole in the floor it had whacked Cabaret through previously, its scattered soul affixing itself upon Galus who launched two light-speed bolts of plasma at the shadow from his pistol.
The Faceless simply took the shots, which left no scar upon its consciousness but instead proceeded to scorch the black surface; glowing burns arcing across the surface like luminous cracks in windows, putting the flickering stars that studded the Faceless' hide to shame.
Galus thought for a moment that the whole being would simply shatter into great chunks of darkness, torn apart by the plasma beam. Instead, the pistol's mark faded as the Faceless rushed Galus before he had time to reload and fire again.
The branding left by the plasma pistol made a layer of darkness shed off the Faceless like a sloughed-off skin that immediately dissolved into something less than dust.
Galus fell to the ground, the Faceless' black form swirling round his ankle in a vicegrip. Some distant part of it thought with satisfaction as the void rushed to welcome Galus,
this is it.
Nothing happened. Galus tolerated being strung by his feet for only a few seconds before extricating his plasma rifle and charging it up. Vyrm'n dropped the pilot and scarpered before it blasted a hole straight through the funhouse where the Faceless had previously stood.
"If you're going to dignify that magician with a proper fight, Faceless, show me the same respect." Galus' voice crackled over his speaker, his helmet was still sealed. Glancing up and down the Urisian with some confusion, Vyrm'n realised dully: The suit prevented contact with the Faceless; halting the destructive presence of the void. With a snarl-invoking tremble, Vyrm'n darted at Galus, trying to knock him down so the Faceless could beat his brains in. The pilot judged the Faceless' leap, though, and rolled under it and leapt down the hole in the spore room floor, avoiding injury by landing upon the fungus-covered boards below. Loading the rifle again, Galus took a step back, prepared to loose a shot at the next thing which emerged from the black room above.
Vyrm'n slid through the hole it had made earlier in the next room, and rushed Galus from behind, this time knocking him off his feet and sending his rifle skittering across the floor. It kept the pilot pinned to the floor as it crawled its way up his legs, Galus kicking and struggling valiantly to unsheath his knife and dislodge the Faceless. Its progress was slower as it was attempting to find a way into the suit to make a quick, clean, kill, but failing that Vyrm'n could cut to the chase and just dash the Urisian's head across the floor.
Vyrm'n righted itself, barely avoiding the hole in the floor it had whacked Cabaret through previously, its scattered soul affixing itself upon Galus who launched two light-speed bolts of plasma at the shadow from his pistol.
The Faceless simply took the shots, which left no scar upon its consciousness but instead proceeded to scorch the black surface; glowing burns arcing across the surface like luminous cracks in windows, putting the flickering stars that studded the Faceless' hide to shame.
Galus thought for a moment that the whole being would simply shatter into great chunks of darkness, torn apart by the plasma beam. Instead, the pistol's mark faded as the Faceless rushed Galus before he had time to reload and fire again.
The branding left by the plasma pistol made a layer of darkness shed off the Faceless like a sloughed-off skin that immediately dissolved into something less than dust.
Galus fell to the ground, the Faceless' black form swirling round his ankle in a vicegrip. Some distant part of it thought with satisfaction as the void rushed to welcome Galus,
this is it.
Nothing happened. Galus tolerated being strung by his feet for only a few seconds before extricating his plasma rifle and charging it up. Vyrm'n dropped the pilot and scarpered before it blasted a hole straight through the funhouse where the Faceless had previously stood.
"If you're going to dignify that magician with a proper fight, Faceless, show me the same respect." Galus' voice crackled over his speaker, his helmet was still sealed. Glancing up and down the Urisian with some confusion, Vyrm'n realised dully: The suit prevented contact with the Faceless; halting the destructive presence of the void. With a snarl-invoking tremble, Vyrm'n darted at Galus, trying to knock him down so the Faceless could beat his brains in. The pilot judged the Faceless' leap, though, and rolled under it and leapt down the hole in the spore room floor, avoiding injury by landing upon the fungus-covered boards below. Loading the rifle again, Galus took a step back, prepared to loose a shot at the next thing which emerged from the black room above.
Vyrm'n slid through the hole it had made earlier in the next room, and rushed Galus from behind, this time knocking him off his feet and sending his rifle skittering across the floor. It kept the pilot pinned to the floor as it crawled its way up his legs, Galus kicking and struggling valiantly to unsheath his knife and dislodge the Faceless. Its progress was slower as it was attempting to find a way into the suit to make a quick, clean, kill, but failing that Vyrm'n could cut to the chase and just dash the Urisian's head across the floor.
peace to the unsung peace to the martyrs | i'm johnny rotten appleseed
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
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