Re: The Grand Battle II! [Round 4: Showtime!]
03-01-2010, 12:27 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by SleepingOrange.
The Balancer's erstwhile suit backhanded a fireball, the metal pinging as it expanded but showing no real signs of damage. Gestalt was fascinated by this new development, but a little worried. What it had taken for just a stick, a prop, was channeling powerful magic, yet... Even as it inserted a bit of its consciousness into the thing, it still just felt like a stick! Staves and rods and other magical paraphernalia all felt magical, and their purpose was as implicit and obvious to the schrotgolem as the concept of green or blue was to a human with sight. Puzzling.
Gestalt was also a bit worried that it was in danger of becoming a one-trick pony. Well, a two-trick one, but the point was that the SMG and coilgun had already been used, and while impressive, were starting to lose their luster. The golem needed to come up with a new trick. Galus was chanting gibberish and pounding the base of his staff on the ground, clearly charging up some sort of powerful, devastating spell; well, Gestalt reasoned, two could play at the magic game.
It raised the Sunset's hands slowly and shakily, vocalizing something that approximated a grunt of exertion, then jerked them up violently. It sent some of its power into the floor, buckling and rolling the boards of the stage, sending a rolling hill of wood towards the "wizard"; Galus raised his eyebrows and threw himself to the side: unable to completely avoid the attack, he was sent pinwheeling sideways and crashed into a pile of lifeless armor. He picked himself up, wearing an expression of half stage fury and half real anger and pointed his staff at his enemy.
"Alright demon, it's time we end this."
The Balancer's erstwhile suit backhanded a fireball, the metal pinging as it expanded but showing no real signs of damage. Gestalt was fascinated by this new development, but a little worried. What it had taken for just a stick, a prop, was channeling powerful magic, yet... Even as it inserted a bit of its consciousness into the thing, it still just felt like a stick! Staves and rods and other magical paraphernalia all felt magical, and their purpose was as implicit and obvious to the schrotgolem as the concept of green or blue was to a human with sight. Puzzling.
Gestalt was also a bit worried that it was in danger of becoming a one-trick pony. Well, a two-trick one, but the point was that the SMG and coilgun had already been used, and while impressive, were starting to lose their luster. The golem needed to come up with a new trick. Galus was chanting gibberish and pounding the base of his staff on the ground, clearly charging up some sort of powerful, devastating spell; well, Gestalt reasoned, two could play at the magic game.
It raised the Sunset's hands slowly and shakily, vocalizing something that approximated a grunt of exertion, then jerked them up violently. It sent some of its power into the floor, buckling and rolling the boards of the stage, sending a rolling hill of wood towards the "wizard"; Galus raised his eyebrows and threw himself to the side: unable to completely avoid the attack, he was sent pinwheeling sideways and crashed into a pile of lifeless armor. He picked himself up, wearing an expression of half stage fury and half real anger and pointed his staff at his enemy.
"Alright demon, it's time we end this."