Re: The Grand Battle II! [Round 4: Showtime!]
02-19-2010, 02:27 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by SleepingOrange.
Gestalt charged across the stage, The Sunset's feet slamming noisily on the wooden floor; Galus raised his staff and shook it, yelling gibberish and making pushing motions. Gestalt took the hint and fell backwards, arms pinwheeling and SNG harmlessly peppering the wall and ceiling with bullets. It clambered back to its feet and retreated slightly, shouting "AAAAARRRise, NNnnnnecrOTIC SEEEERRVVkkkkantsszzz!"
The schrotgolem stood the bullet-riddled knights back up and had them lumber across the stage, swinging their swords blindly. As Galus picked them off one by one with his "magic missiles", The Sunset's coilgun was charging, filling the auditorium with a hum, then a whine, then a scream. The last zombie fell, its helmet blown to a smoking pile of slag, and the Usrisian looked up to a blast of purple energy hurtling towards him. There was no way he could avoid the blast, and with what he assumed was his last thought cursed the golem; his arms shielded his face, inadvertently bringing the staff up. Galus's eyes squeezed shut, and he waited for inevitable, searing death.
There was a loud hiss and crackle, but a distinct lack of vaporized torsos, so the pilot risked opening his eyes. He was shocked to see a glowing, now-fading, magical shield hovering in front of him, and surprised to notice the tip of his shoddy staff glowing weakly. And cracking slightly. A slow smile spread across his face, and he pointed what no longer looked like a useless prop at his opponent. This was going to be more fun than he realized.
The schrotgolem stood the bullet-riddled knights back up and had them lumber across the stage, swinging their swords blindly. As Galus picked them off one by one with his "magic missiles", The Sunset's coilgun was charging, filling the auditorium with a hum, then a whine, then a scream. The last zombie fell, its helmet blown to a smoking pile of slag, and the Usrisian looked up to a blast of purple energy hurtling towards him. There was no way he could avoid the blast, and with what he assumed was his last thought cursed the golem; his arms shielded his face, inadvertently bringing the staff up. Galus's eyes squeezed shut, and he waited for inevitable, searing death.
There was a loud hiss and crackle, but a distinct lack of vaporized torsos, so the pilot risked opening his eyes. He was shocked to see a glowing, now-fading, magical shield hovering in front of him, and surprised to notice the tip of his shoddy staff glowing weakly. And cracking slightly. A slow smile spread across his face, and he pointed what no longer looked like a useless prop at his opponent. This was going to be more fun than he realized.