Re: The Grand Battle II! [Round 5: Value City Mall!]
05-28-2010, 03:00 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by SleepingOrange.
The marionette scrambled as best it could away from the attacking ocelot, but could do little to escape; eventually Gestalt abandoned the pretense of humanlike movement and simply yanked the doll away from the furious ball of claws and fangs and death. The puppet skidded across the floor, leaving one arm in Niko's mouth, while the swarm of weapons leapt out of their boxes and advanced. Assuming the cat would have little more grace or speed than the average humanoid zomie turned out to be a mistake: the golem sent two groups of knives crashing together, intending to sever the thing's head from its body, but with a twitch of her ears and a leap, the decaying parody of life moved well out of the way of the attack. Mid-jump, she raked her claws across the surface of a crate before landing well out of range of immediate retaliation.
Gestalt grouped his remaining tools together, reasoning that the cat had only been able to so easily successfully hit and run because the golem's strength was spread out. Forming a defensive ring of blades and bludgeons around its now-huddling crates, Gestalt waited for its opponent to make the first move. Niko for her part prowled slowly in a circle, seemingly looking for an opening but in truth merely playing out the preprogrammed actions her body remembered. Her jaws worked absently, gradually reducing the still-struggling arm to splinters.
Without any sort of warning or indeed logical reason for doing so, the ocelot launched herself towards the bristling wall of weaponry that was Gestalt's outer rim, tattered vocal cords producing an ululating yowl and claws outspread. Against a foe without 360 degree 'vision' it might even have worked well, but the golem was ready and quickly twitched her target away before sending a hail of sharp objects her way. Niko's speed served her well again, however, and only an old breadknife and a hatpin buried themselves in her rotting flesh. Her claws scrabbled on the floor as she landed, turning her around in an inelegant-but-efficient manner, and she pushed off the crates, launching herself back towards the iceboxes.
A trail of slime and fetid meat lead from the main area of the mall down one of its side halls; anyone with the stomach to follow it would see what appeared to be a colossal pile of ground beef that was obviously several years past its prime. Its surface moved as countless maggots and mealworms went about their foul duties, and the mass itself oozed towards the now-sealed Grocer Delight, dragging several disintegrating pasta tentacles. As it approached the security door, it raised one and sent it crashing into the steel; the door crumpled slightly, and the meat for its part rippled with the force of the impact, sending uncountable flies buzzing angrily into the air before returning to their repugnant meal. The hall behind Gormand was packed with moaning corpses, all intent on pursuing the golem the instant to door gave way.
The marionette scrambled as best it could away from the attacking ocelot, but could do little to escape; eventually Gestalt abandoned the pretense of humanlike movement and simply yanked the doll away from the furious ball of claws and fangs and death. The puppet skidded across the floor, leaving one arm in Niko's mouth, while the swarm of weapons leapt out of their boxes and advanced. Assuming the cat would have little more grace or speed than the average humanoid zomie turned out to be a mistake: the golem sent two groups of knives crashing together, intending to sever the thing's head from its body, but with a twitch of her ears and a leap, the decaying parody of life moved well out of the way of the attack. Mid-jump, she raked her claws across the surface of a crate before landing well out of range of immediate retaliation.
Gestalt grouped his remaining tools together, reasoning that the cat had only been able to so easily successfully hit and run because the golem's strength was spread out. Forming a defensive ring of blades and bludgeons around its now-huddling crates, Gestalt waited for its opponent to make the first move. Niko for her part prowled slowly in a circle, seemingly looking for an opening but in truth merely playing out the preprogrammed actions her body remembered. Her jaws worked absently, gradually reducing the still-struggling arm to splinters.
Without any sort of warning or indeed logical reason for doing so, the ocelot launched herself towards the bristling wall of weaponry that was Gestalt's outer rim, tattered vocal cords producing an ululating yowl and claws outspread. Against a foe without 360 degree 'vision' it might even have worked well, but the golem was ready and quickly twitched her target away before sending a hail of sharp objects her way. Niko's speed served her well again, however, and only an old breadknife and a hatpin buried themselves in her rotting flesh. Her claws scrabbled on the floor as she landed, turning her around in an inelegant-but-efficient manner, and she pushed off the crates, launching herself back towards the iceboxes.
A trail of slime and fetid meat lead from the main area of the mall down one of its side halls; anyone with the stomach to follow it would see what appeared to be a colossal pile of ground beef that was obviously several years past its prime. Its surface moved as countless maggots and mealworms went about their foul duties, and the mass itself oozed towards the now-sealed Grocer Delight, dragging several disintegrating pasta tentacles. As it approached the security door, it raised one and sent it crashing into the steel; the door crumpled slightly, and the meat for its part rippled with the force of the impact, sending uncountable flies buzzing angrily into the air before returning to their repugnant meal. The hall behind Gormand was packed with moaning corpses, all intent on pursuing the golem the instant to door gave way.