Re: The Grand Battle II! [Round 2: Destructo World!]
10-18-2009, 05:34 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by bobthepen.
Samuel stared on at the demolished ferris wheel. A brilliant blaze lit up the dreary park and a pillar of smoke danced up into the sky. This round was over. The existence of the conjurer had been blown away with that explosion. Pity I was not there to harvest his death. Samuel mused to himself. The Karmist glanced down at his right arm, a warm invisible pulse enveloped it, the result of the ritual he had so painfully preformed. He then looked back to where the pieces of Gestalt had silently listened to his plea. Whether or not his words had convinced the Schrotgolem remained to be seen. At least the creature did not attempt to attack him as in their last encounter. Instead it heard out his argument, and then simply left, presumably to check the status of his ebony ally.
Samuel sat cross-legged on the ground, eyes closed, waiting for their location to shift. The Karmist had come to a realization. In his current state, his powers would barely allow him to survive the oncoming trials. The worlds he visited were inconsequential. While some may hold greater potential than others, the true source of power lay within the contestants. Though seemingly a useless existence, the magician had managed to fend off both the faceless and Gestalt with mere tricks, methods which would have never occurred to Samuel. A sudden wave of regret washed over the Karmist. All the years of sitting in the shadows, content to simply stagnate in abilities, all of that was wasted opportunity. Here, amidst these challenges, he could grow in ways he never thought possible. Risk was involved, but a little death is a insignificant price to pay for so much gain. Samuel clutched his throbbing hand, and grinned.
Samuel stared on at the demolished ferris wheel. A brilliant blaze lit up the dreary park and a pillar of smoke danced up into the sky. This round was over. The existence of the conjurer had been blown away with that explosion. Pity I was not there to harvest his death. Samuel mused to himself. The Karmist glanced down at his right arm, a warm invisible pulse enveloped it, the result of the ritual he had so painfully preformed. He then looked back to where the pieces of Gestalt had silently listened to his plea. Whether or not his words had convinced the Schrotgolem remained to be seen. At least the creature did not attempt to attack him as in their last encounter. Instead it heard out his argument, and then simply left, presumably to check the status of his ebony ally.
Samuel sat cross-legged on the ground, eyes closed, waiting for their location to shift. The Karmist had come to a realization. In his current state, his powers would barely allow him to survive the oncoming trials. The worlds he visited were inconsequential. While some may hold greater potential than others, the true source of power lay within the contestants. Though seemingly a useless existence, the magician had managed to fend off both the faceless and Gestalt with mere tricks, methods which would have never occurred to Samuel. A sudden wave of regret washed over the Karmist. All the years of sitting in the shadows, content to simply stagnate in abilities, all of that was wasted opportunity. Here, amidst these challenges, he could grow in ways he never thought possible. Risk was involved, but a little death is a insignificant price to pay for so much gain. Samuel clutched his throbbing hand, and grinned.