Re: The Grand Battle II! [Round 4: Showtime!]
02-16-2010, 02:44 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by SleepingOrange.
Galus had decided that discretion was the better part of valor, and that intruding on a psychopathic killer with magic powers having an emotional breakdown was not the wisest of choices. He scuttled back towards the stage, reasoning that those acrid fruit the audience loved throwing were a lot more harmless than... Whatever Samuel was capable of.
The Urisian arrived in the wings just in time to see "the Demon of Sunset" issue a challenge. Matthews was nothing if not resourceful, and an idea popped into his head. A quick conversation with one of the stage-hands provided him with what he needed, and he prepared to make his big stage debut.
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Gestalt was laughing maniacally through The Sunset's throat, grinding one of the knights' helmets into the ground with The Sunset's foot, and desperately hoping someone would show up before the audience got bored again. Its new auditory sensors picked up a voice from across the stage, and it swung its new eyes up to see what was going on.
"I, Galus, Wizard of Ceres, will slay you, demon!"
The pilot had donned a tattered blue robe and eschewed his helmet, and was waving a balsa staff in his off hand. Gestalt roared and loosed a flurry of bullets at him, missing by a wide margin; Galus dove dramatically out of the way, doing his best to make it look like he had been in real danger.
"Taste my magic, vile beast!"
He spun his staff dramatically and squeezed off several shots from his pistol; the bright energy streaked towards the schrotgolem, who "barely" managed to sidestep in time.
"YoOOOO'll hhkkhhave to DOOO BEtter than THAAKT, pUUUny wizazazarrrrd!"
Galus had decided that discretion was the better part of valor, and that intruding on a psychopathic killer with magic powers having an emotional breakdown was not the wisest of choices. He scuttled back towards the stage, reasoning that those acrid fruit the audience loved throwing were a lot more harmless than... Whatever Samuel was capable of.
The Urisian arrived in the wings just in time to see "the Demon of Sunset" issue a challenge. Matthews was nothing if not resourceful, and an idea popped into his head. A quick conversation with one of the stage-hands provided him with what he needed, and he prepared to make his big stage debut.
---
Gestalt was laughing maniacally through The Sunset's throat, grinding one of the knights' helmets into the ground with The Sunset's foot, and desperately hoping someone would show up before the audience got bored again. Its new auditory sensors picked up a voice from across the stage, and it swung its new eyes up to see what was going on.
"I, Galus, Wizard of Ceres, will slay you, demon!"
The pilot had donned a tattered blue robe and eschewed his helmet, and was waving a balsa staff in his off hand. Gestalt roared and loosed a flurry of bullets at him, missing by a wide margin; Galus dove dramatically out of the way, doing his best to make it look like he had been in real danger.
"Taste my magic, vile beast!"
He spun his staff dramatically and squeezed off several shots from his pistol; the bright energy streaked towards the schrotgolem, who "barely" managed to sidestep in time.
"YoOOOO'll hhkkhhave to DOOO BEtter than THAAKT, pUUUny wizazazarrrrd!"