Re: Grand Battle S3G1! (Round One: Vio Maleficat)
02-06-2011, 03:52 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Lankie.
Above a burning village, the sound of power manifest clashes with an infinite nothingness.
The Magician is launched away from the impossible corona, watching as the malevolent silhouette of Fracture rises for a second volley of attacks. Murdoch dug his claws into the ground to slow himself to a halt. He cursed himself for underestimating his nemesis’ power, the ability to manipulate dimensions and space like a play thing is a powerful one indeed. But Miles wasn’t about to lay down and accept defeat so easily, the glowing man rose up and pulled his wand from the convenient hammerspace of his jacket. The magician saw no pint in holding back now, he unleashed every curse, spell, hex and blight he knew, anything to finally destroy this insidious Varalica.
But Fracture was older, smarter and more importantly, stronger. She knew the inner workings of the cosmos and how to manipulate them to her advantage. The raging torrent of magic impacted harmlessly into the air in front of her, spells being teleported far away, negated or simply alchemised into oxygen or an equally safe gas. When the smoke cleared, Murdoch could only stare in disbelief at the grand nothing he had caused.
“I almost feel sorry for you Murdoch.” The broken lady said, completely unfazed from Miles’ attack. “There is nothing you can do to stop me, and I have everything to stop you.” Fracture sunk down back to Murdoch’s eye level, her still white eyes contrasting with the quivering black eyes of the Magician’s. “Any last words?”
“You think this is over?!” Murdoch shouted at the silhouette, abandoning any semblance of order to his voice. “I’m just getting started you bi-ugh.”
Miles’ tirade was interrupted by a spatial rend the size of a log straight through his chest. The Magician slowly looked down to see the fragment of an alternate dimension ripped through his body, his glowing blood spiralling into the cosmos it was a gate to. “Such a pity. You could have been spectacular, Murdoch Miles.”
The impossible shard disappeared in an instant and Murdoch lifelessly collapsed to the floor. “But now you’re dead.”
And then Murdoch Miles died…
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“What an enormous hypocrite you are.” Hueburt said to the present and very much so alive Murdoch Miles. “You blow every freaking weird thing in a 5 mile radius just to talk to us, and then go ahead and teleport anyone away you’d rather not talk to?” Huebert didn’t even try to hide his annoyance, he was tired and could hear the chaos creeping in faster and he just wanted this whole debacle over with, preferably with something getting shot, by him.
“Yes, I suppose that was pretty hypocritical of me wasn’t it.” Murdoch kicked one of Scofflaw’s gadgets back into the pile, which mercifully didn’t set of chain reaction of explosions and death. “Truth is, I would of rather had everyone here, but that would have been next to impossible. Scofflaw is a tad be too dangerous and a ‘bastard’ to maintain a conversation without killing one of us, while Kerak is…well a dinosaur.” The Magician rearranged his cuffs and swatted away a fly playing a mournful violin solo. “As for the rest: well you can’t blame me for the others gallivanting on their own adventures can you?”
Hueburt rolled his eyes so heavily they were in danger of creating a tornado while TinTen jumped into the conversation. “All well and good Mr. Niles.”
“Miles.”
“Whatever, but what’s so important that you must initiate a talk in middle of a melee?”
Murdoch straightened his hat, “Good question my Meipi friend.” He gave a little flourish, magical sparkles and all “So. How would you two feel about rebelling against a God?”
Above a burning village, the sound of power manifest clashes with an infinite nothingness.
The Magician is launched away from the impossible corona, watching as the malevolent silhouette of Fracture rises for a second volley of attacks. Murdoch dug his claws into the ground to slow himself to a halt. He cursed himself for underestimating his nemesis’ power, the ability to manipulate dimensions and space like a play thing is a powerful one indeed. But Miles wasn’t about to lay down and accept defeat so easily, the glowing man rose up and pulled his wand from the convenient hammerspace of his jacket. The magician saw no pint in holding back now, he unleashed every curse, spell, hex and blight he knew, anything to finally destroy this insidious Varalica.
But Fracture was older, smarter and more importantly, stronger. She knew the inner workings of the cosmos and how to manipulate them to her advantage. The raging torrent of magic impacted harmlessly into the air in front of her, spells being teleported far away, negated or simply alchemised into oxygen or an equally safe gas. When the smoke cleared, Murdoch could only stare in disbelief at the grand nothing he had caused.
“I almost feel sorry for you Murdoch.” The broken lady said, completely unfazed from Miles’ attack. “There is nothing you can do to stop me, and I have everything to stop you.” Fracture sunk down back to Murdoch’s eye level, her still white eyes contrasting with the quivering black eyes of the Magician’s. “Any last words?”
“You think this is over?!” Murdoch shouted at the silhouette, abandoning any semblance of order to his voice. “I’m just getting started you bi-ugh.”
Miles’ tirade was interrupted by a spatial rend the size of a log straight through his chest. The Magician slowly looked down to see the fragment of an alternate dimension ripped through his body, his glowing blood spiralling into the cosmos it was a gate to. “Such a pity. You could have been spectacular, Murdoch Miles.”
The impossible shard disappeared in an instant and Murdoch lifelessly collapsed to the floor. “But now you’re dead.”
And then Murdoch Miles died…
---
“What an enormous hypocrite you are.” Hueburt said to the present and very much so alive Murdoch Miles. “You blow every freaking weird thing in a 5 mile radius just to talk to us, and then go ahead and teleport anyone away you’d rather not talk to?” Huebert didn’t even try to hide his annoyance, he was tired and could hear the chaos creeping in faster and he just wanted this whole debacle over with, preferably with something getting shot, by him.
“Yes, I suppose that was pretty hypocritical of me wasn’t it.” Murdoch kicked one of Scofflaw’s gadgets back into the pile, which mercifully didn’t set of chain reaction of explosions and death. “Truth is, I would of rather had everyone here, but that would have been next to impossible. Scofflaw is a tad be too dangerous and a ‘bastard’ to maintain a conversation without killing one of us, while Kerak is…well a dinosaur.” The Magician rearranged his cuffs and swatted away a fly playing a mournful violin solo. “As for the rest: well you can’t blame me for the others gallivanting on their own adventures can you?”
Hueburt rolled his eyes so heavily they were in danger of creating a tornado while TinTen jumped into the conversation. “All well and good Mr. Niles.”
“Miles.”
“Whatever, but what’s so important that you must initiate a talk in middle of a melee?”
Murdoch straightened his hat, “Good question my Meipi friend.” He gave a little flourish, magical sparkles and all “So. How would you two feel about rebelling against a God?”