Re: The Grand Battle II! [Round 2: Destructo World!]
10-15-2009, 04:31 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by SleepingOrange.
The marionette cavorted as smoothly and naturally as someone made of wood and only in possession of thirteen joints could. It skipped jovially back and forth in front of the fencer, whose sword was held cautiously; not raised, but ready to fly up in a moment. The puppet waved, its ersatz eyes staring emptily at Maxwell, then turned away and began to dance towards the funhouse. It beckoned over its shoulder; Maxwell goggled, then followed.
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The schrotgolem surrounded the quivering mass of darkness that could tenuously be called Vyrm'n. Someone with a perception for such things and without a mind driven to distraction would have been able to tell that some force was carefully removing every trace of matter from the Faceless's surface and the outer regions of its bulk. Spores and splinters were teased out with surgical precision, and the detritus still floating through the air detoured around Vyrm'n. One small particle of dust, however, alighted on the top of the column, and a now-familiar mental voice drifted into Vyrm'n's consciousness.
I have tagged your quarry, and I suspect I will be more than able to stop this being from attacking us should it become necessary; indeed, this one is likely the one that poses me in particular the least threat. Your old friend the fencer will be here shortly, for better or worse, and the pilot and the magician are both still nearby. I leave what happens next to you.
The marionette cavorted as smoothly and naturally as someone made of wood and only in possession of thirteen joints could. It skipped jovially back and forth in front of the fencer, whose sword was held cautiously; not raised, but ready to fly up in a moment. The puppet waved, its ersatz eyes staring emptily at Maxwell, then turned away and began to dance towards the funhouse. It beckoned over its shoulder; Maxwell goggled, then followed.
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The schrotgolem surrounded the quivering mass of darkness that could tenuously be called Vyrm'n. Someone with a perception for such things and without a mind driven to distraction would have been able to tell that some force was carefully removing every trace of matter from the Faceless's surface and the outer regions of its bulk. Spores and splinters were teased out with surgical precision, and the detritus still floating through the air detoured around Vyrm'n. One small particle of dust, however, alighted on the top of the column, and a now-familiar mental voice drifted into Vyrm'n's consciousness.
I have tagged your quarry, and I suspect I will be more than able to stop this being from attacking us should it become necessary; indeed, this one is likely the one that poses me in particular the least threat. Your old friend the fencer will be here shortly, for better or worse, and the pilot and the magician are both still nearby. I leave what happens next to you.