Re: The Grand Battle II! [Round 4: Showtime!]
02-14-2010, 01:23 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by SleepingOrange.
Gestalt was dripping with tomato by now and barely able to control its new appendage at all. It wobbled hopelessly, unable to come up with any plan what would placate these howling figments; a prompter in the wings rolled his eyes at the suit and hissed "Come on, just fight something for crying out loud."
An idea crystallized in the span of a moment, and Gestalt raised The Sunset's SMG; at the same time, it forced the piles of armor to stand up in an approximation of a group of knights, swords raised and charging. A hail of bullets cut down the "warriors", which dramatically collapsed, one by one.
"FFFooooOOlish KNIIght-moooRTals! Is NOne POwerFUL ENouUUUGH to ssszzzzssstAAnd agAINst me, THE DEEmon of SUNest?"
Gestalt had little to no idea where that thought had come from: maybe it was the remnants of his link with Samuel; it might have been some sort of recovered memories from its time in its own world; for all it knew, it might have something to do with the nature of this theater-world. All the schrotgolem cared about was that it felt its power returning, and the audience's hisses and boos were turning to quiet interest and scattered cheers.
Gestalt was dripping with tomato by now and barely able to control its new appendage at all. It wobbled hopelessly, unable to come up with any plan what would placate these howling figments; a prompter in the wings rolled his eyes at the suit and hissed "Come on, just fight something for crying out loud."
An idea crystallized in the span of a moment, and Gestalt raised The Sunset's SMG; at the same time, it forced the piles of armor to stand up in an approximation of a group of knights, swords raised and charging. A hail of bullets cut down the "warriors", which dramatically collapsed, one by one.
"FFFooooOOlish KNIIght-moooRTals! Is NOne POwerFUL ENouUUUGH to ssszzzzssstAAnd agAINst me, THE DEEmon of SUNest?"
Gestalt had little to no idea where that thought had come from: maybe it was the remnants of his link with Samuel; it might have been some sort of recovered memories from its time in its own world; for all it knew, it might have something to do with the nature of this theater-world. All the schrotgolem cared about was that it felt its power returning, and the audience's hisses and boos were turning to quiet interest and scattered cheers.