Re: The Grand Battle II! [Round 5: Value City Mall!]
06-16-2010, 07:00 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by SleepingOrange.
It wasn't difficult for Gestalt to wrench the knife out of the zombie's hand and send it plunging repeatedly into her chest; it wasn't hard to tangle her clothes around her legs and send her crashing to the floor; it wasn't even hard to send barrages of the golem's usual weapons crashing into the rotting frame of the dead girl. It just didn't seem to matter; no amount of stab wounds marring her chest slowed her down, and as her clothes constricted around her, she simply tore out of them and pulled herself to her feet once more.
It was lucky enough for the schrotgolem that it wasn't human, or even organic, because most such things would have been hard-pressed not to retch at the sight of the zombie's naked figure. Putrid fat spilled out of her maggot-ridden breasts where the knife had done its grisly work, and dripping intestines tumbled out of both wounds and decayed patches of skin. It was clear that her left arm was only held on by ligaments which were stretching with the weight of the flesh, effecting an image of a limb attached by cobwebs. The entire corpse reeked of drowned animals, and the flesh was pale and spongy and prone to dropping off in chunks. She lurched towards Gestalt, unaware of or ignoring the knives and bludgeons that were steadily tearing through her pulpy flesh.
It was as she approached the pile of boxes that her own knife tore through the cartilage holding her arm on and tipped a large gash down her side; as the skin split and the festering muscles beneath revealed themselves, claw-tipped fingers pressed themselves through the necrotic fibers. There were several snaps as the zombie's ribs broke, and a nearly-human hand scratched and pushed its way out through her side. A shoulder and neck followed, topped by a grinning, needle-toothed face; its features were bizarrely feline, exaggerated mockeries of what they should have been, and it slavered and bit at the air. The original woman was still doggedly pressing towards Gestalt, and the new one clawed excitedly towards the golem despite still being much too far away to land a hit.
It wasn't difficult for Gestalt to wrench the knife out of the zombie's hand and send it plunging repeatedly into her chest; it wasn't hard to tangle her clothes around her legs and send her crashing to the floor; it wasn't even hard to send barrages of the golem's usual weapons crashing into the rotting frame of the dead girl. It just didn't seem to matter; no amount of stab wounds marring her chest slowed her down, and as her clothes constricted around her, she simply tore out of them and pulled herself to her feet once more.
It was lucky enough for the schrotgolem that it wasn't human, or even organic, because most such things would have been hard-pressed not to retch at the sight of the zombie's naked figure. Putrid fat spilled out of her maggot-ridden breasts where the knife had done its grisly work, and dripping intestines tumbled out of both wounds and decayed patches of skin. It was clear that her left arm was only held on by ligaments which were stretching with the weight of the flesh, effecting an image of a limb attached by cobwebs. The entire corpse reeked of drowned animals, and the flesh was pale and spongy and prone to dropping off in chunks. She lurched towards Gestalt, unaware of or ignoring the knives and bludgeons that were steadily tearing through her pulpy flesh.
It was as she approached the pile of boxes that her own knife tore through the cartilage holding her arm on and tipped a large gash down her side; as the skin split and the festering muscles beneath revealed themselves, claw-tipped fingers pressed themselves through the necrotic fibers. There were several snaps as the zombie's ribs broke, and a nearly-human hand scratched and pushed its way out through her side. A shoulder and neck followed, topped by a grinning, needle-toothed face; its features were bizarrely feline, exaggerated mockeries of what they should have been, and it slavered and bit at the air. The original woman was still doggedly pressing towards Gestalt, and the new one clawed excitedly towards the golem despite still being much too far away to land a hit.