Re: The Grand Battle II! [Round 5: Value City Mall!]
05-30-2010, 07:45 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by SleepingOrange.
Gestalt was becoming frustrated; while the cat had managed to inflict little real damage, the golem had inflicted even less. It was being bested by a mindless zombie of a primitive feline; it was worse than frustrating, it was embarrassing. On top of that, something was clearly attempting to batter down the portcullis, which severely limited Gestalt's time to deal with the cat. Clearly a different tack was in order.
The crates' lids snapped open again, and all of Gestalt's things save for those embedded in Niko or Gormand returned to their places. The crates themselves slid quickly across the floor, repositioning themselves in an apparently-vulnerable area by the refrigerated section; Niko had a straight shot for a pounce, and Gestalt had no ready weapons to defend itself. Lacking the higher thought to be suspicious of such an obvious mistake, the ocelot lumped, claws out and snarling.
The golem did little in response until she reached the apex of her jump; it then sent a small tendril of itself into the handle of one of the refrigerator doors lining this side of Grocer Delight and yanked it open. Thick safety glass collided at high speed with the even higher-speed cat; the glass fared much better, and it was safe to assume the sickening crunch was bony in nature rather than silicate. Niko went sprawling as the door bounced back into place, no longer possessed by the schrotgolem.
The boxes moves closer to the downed ocelot; Gestalt was intent on finishing this zombie like it had in the past. There was no movement from her, which was unsurprising; her skull had been essentially flattened, and her spine had been forced backwards so quickly that it had kinked and now protruded from split skin down her back. As one crate slid ponderously open to allow a large butcher's cleaver to rise out, Niko's smashed face... rippled. Her mouth suddenly shot open, and a pale hand reached out. Gestalt started and backed away, waiting to see what was happening, and the hand was followed by an arm; eventually a shoulder joined it, splitting Niko's mouth open and tearing the skin on her cheeks. Eventually all of the cat's shattered body split like a fleshy chrysalis, and a female zombie dressed in a plain, sodden clothes pulled herself to her feet; her jaw was slack and her eyes milky, but her head snapped with unnatural precision towards Gestalt, raising a large, curved knife and emitting a bubbling moan.
Gestalt was becoming frustrated; while the cat had managed to inflict little real damage, the golem had inflicted even less. It was being bested by a mindless zombie of a primitive feline; it was worse than frustrating, it was embarrassing. On top of that, something was clearly attempting to batter down the portcullis, which severely limited Gestalt's time to deal with the cat. Clearly a different tack was in order.
The crates' lids snapped open again, and all of Gestalt's things save for those embedded in Niko or Gormand returned to their places. The crates themselves slid quickly across the floor, repositioning themselves in an apparently-vulnerable area by the refrigerated section; Niko had a straight shot for a pounce, and Gestalt had no ready weapons to defend itself. Lacking the higher thought to be suspicious of such an obvious mistake, the ocelot lumped, claws out and snarling.
The golem did little in response until she reached the apex of her jump; it then sent a small tendril of itself into the handle of one of the refrigerator doors lining this side of Grocer Delight and yanked it open. Thick safety glass collided at high speed with the even higher-speed cat; the glass fared much better, and it was safe to assume the sickening crunch was bony in nature rather than silicate. Niko went sprawling as the door bounced back into place, no longer possessed by the schrotgolem.
The boxes moves closer to the downed ocelot; Gestalt was intent on finishing this zombie like it had in the past. There was no movement from her, which was unsurprising; her skull had been essentially flattened, and her spine had been forced backwards so quickly that it had kinked and now protruded from split skin down her back. As one crate slid ponderously open to allow a large butcher's cleaver to rise out, Niko's smashed face... rippled. Her mouth suddenly shot open, and a pale hand reached out. Gestalt started and backed away, waiting to see what was happening, and the hand was followed by an arm; eventually a shoulder joined it, splitting Niko's mouth open and tearing the skin on her cheeks. Eventually all of the cat's shattered body split like a fleshy chrysalis, and a female zombie dressed in a plain, sodden clothes pulled herself to her feet; her jaw was slack and her eyes milky, but her head snapped with unnatural precision towards Gestalt, raising a large, curved knife and emitting a bubbling moan.