Re: The Relentless Slaughter [Round 1: Untitled-1]
02-22-2011, 07:25 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Adenreagen.
The octopus had no cloud around it. Like everything else he’d seen so far, Gannet couldn't tell where the octopus had come from, or anything about its past. Everything in this place seemed to just appear so it made sense that even something this large could have just been brought to life moments ago.
“I can’t fight something that big,” Gannet began to panic. “I’m only an Eye, not one of the Teeth of the Oracle. Even they might have a hard time trying to infect the new host for the Oracle the Oracle can use this host the Oracle will use this. Infect. Attack. Fight!”
A sense of calm followed by an overwhelming determination to attack the giant octopus overcame Gannet and he jumped off the wall, charging right for it and ignoring the giant saw blades almost entirely.
“Gannet, You can’t fight something like that alone! We’d need an army or at least some artillery…”
As Gannet charged towards the giant creature, the eighth arm was completed, and it began its assault with all of its limbs. As it got used to a finished form, the sawctopus became more adept at wielding it’s arms, and hurt itself less with each swing. Zimmer was forced to duck at dodge as fast as he could in order to survive, and managed to get off the wall without hurting himself or being cut in half. Gannet, below the sawctopus’ vision, managed to run right to the base of its body and began to claw at it, with limited success. Though each swipe created four deep marks in the body and transferred a small amount of the virus each time, it was like cutting down a tree with a feather: impossible without some sort of help.
Help that Zimmer planned to provide. Grabbing his revolver, he quickly dove from under a dropping arm and grabbed a vial labeled with an inverted cross topped by an infinity.
“Let’s see how you handle this.” He thought, dipping the tip of the attached blade into the fluid. He quickly fired all six bullets into the nearest limb, with no visible effect other than the bullet holes themselves and some slight necrosis. He glanced again, an inverted cross topped with horns. “Arsenic… We don’t have time for it to die of poison, especially such a small amount,” he thought. “GRAB THE RIGHT VIAL YOU INEPT EXCUISE FOR AN ALCHEMIST! GET IT RIGHT.” Reaching back into his coat he grabbed the correct vial.
Running to avoid the still flailing arms, he wiped the blade, replaced the cloth and dipped the tip into the new vial. He quickly reloaded the chambers and fired again. As the bullets were fired each was scratched by the blade, infusing the shells with the property of the mixture. Another close spread, and the bullets finally had the intended effect. The area around the bullets began to turn to glass, and began spreading along the arm. The next time the arm swung down to cut him it smashed on the ground, destroying the glass section of arm and causing the sawctopus to roar in pain.
Samael heard a dull roar and, glancing away from Dorin for a moment, saw a red blob in the distance. “Huh, looks like someone else decided to show up. Well, good luck to them, whoever they are.” He knelt back down to Dorin’s side, trying to find a way to comfort her from the pain of having the bill of a new creature come out of her through a hole in her side.
“Infect. Infect. Infect.” Gannet’s mind was being clouded over by the virus, and he felt the command every time he swiped at the sawctopus’ body. Though it had a sizable area scratched and bleeding, the flesh immediately adjacent blackening with the power of the Oracle, it didn’t seem to be working well enough. Then the creature roared in pain. When he looked, he saw that an arm had somehow been removed by the chemical man. The cloud around him had new colors and he knew that, as an Eye, he should investigate should infect direct infection possible infect for the Oracle. He looked again at the arm and saw his chance.
Apparently the sawctopus had decided to ignore Gannet almost entirely, regarding the being that had removed one of its arms as a larger threat. To add insult to injury, the eighth arm was being redrawn, this time thinner with a giant axe-head on the end. Before it could be completed, however, Zimmer saw Gannet charging for the gap and dove headfirst into the hole where the arm was moments before the new one was attached.
“Crazy bastard, may the Maker protect him inside this beast.” Zimmer thought. He then realized that the Maker was the one who had created this creature to test them, but prayed for his protection anyway. As the arms began their attack on him yet again, Zimmer changed from glass-infused bullets to a spiral that forked at the end: eggshells. Where he could still be crushed by the glass if he didn’t move out of the way in time, the arms would either break when the weight cracked the shells that they became, or collapse around him if they managed to hit him. Such an event had already happened twice since the first arm was broken, and with eight arms it was becoming harder to predict where they would come from.
“I can’t kill it this way, the arms will keep coming back when they break off. Either Gannet needs to kill it from the inside and find a way out, or I need to find a way to finish it from out here.” Though it seemed hours ago to him, the fight had only been going for a matter of minutes and he remembered that the sawctopus did considerable damage to itself in the beginning. Avoiding the next arm that came crashing down, he jumped onto it and began running up to the body, hoping that it would be a dumb enough creature to hurt itself in its attempts to hurt him. “Alright you big mollusk, let’s see how much damage you can do.”
The octopus had no cloud around it. Like everything else he’d seen so far, Gannet couldn't tell where the octopus had come from, or anything about its past. Everything in this place seemed to just appear so it made sense that even something this large could have just been brought to life moments ago.
“I can’t fight something that big,” Gannet began to panic. “I’m only an Eye, not one of the Teeth of the Oracle. Even they might have a hard time trying to infect the new host for the Oracle the Oracle can use this host the Oracle will use this. Infect. Attack. Fight!”
A sense of calm followed by an overwhelming determination to attack the giant octopus overcame Gannet and he jumped off the wall, charging right for it and ignoring the giant saw blades almost entirely.
“Gannet, You can’t fight something like that alone! We’d need an army or at least some artillery…”
As Gannet charged towards the giant creature, the eighth arm was completed, and it began its assault with all of its limbs. As it got used to a finished form, the sawctopus became more adept at wielding it’s arms, and hurt itself less with each swing. Zimmer was forced to duck at dodge as fast as he could in order to survive, and managed to get off the wall without hurting himself or being cut in half. Gannet, below the sawctopus’ vision, managed to run right to the base of its body and began to claw at it, with limited success. Though each swipe created four deep marks in the body and transferred a small amount of the virus each time, it was like cutting down a tree with a feather: impossible without some sort of help.
Help that Zimmer planned to provide. Grabbing his revolver, he quickly dove from under a dropping arm and grabbed a vial labeled with an inverted cross topped by an infinity.
“Let’s see how you handle this.” He thought, dipping the tip of the attached blade into the fluid. He quickly fired all six bullets into the nearest limb, with no visible effect other than the bullet holes themselves and some slight necrosis. He glanced again, an inverted cross topped with horns. “Arsenic… We don’t have time for it to die of poison, especially such a small amount,” he thought. “GRAB THE RIGHT VIAL YOU INEPT EXCUISE FOR AN ALCHEMIST! GET IT RIGHT.” Reaching back into his coat he grabbed the correct vial.
Running to avoid the still flailing arms, he wiped the blade, replaced the cloth and dipped the tip into the new vial. He quickly reloaded the chambers and fired again. As the bullets were fired each was scratched by the blade, infusing the shells with the property of the mixture. Another close spread, and the bullets finally had the intended effect. The area around the bullets began to turn to glass, and began spreading along the arm. The next time the arm swung down to cut him it smashed on the ground, destroying the glass section of arm and causing the sawctopus to roar in pain.
Samael heard a dull roar and, glancing away from Dorin for a moment, saw a red blob in the distance. “Huh, looks like someone else decided to show up. Well, good luck to them, whoever they are.” He knelt back down to Dorin’s side, trying to find a way to comfort her from the pain of having the bill of a new creature come out of her through a hole in her side.
“Infect. Infect. Infect.” Gannet’s mind was being clouded over by the virus, and he felt the command every time he swiped at the sawctopus’ body. Though it had a sizable area scratched and bleeding, the flesh immediately adjacent blackening with the power of the Oracle, it didn’t seem to be working well enough. Then the creature roared in pain. When he looked, he saw that an arm had somehow been removed by the chemical man. The cloud around him had new colors and he knew that, as an Eye, he should investigate should infect direct infection possible infect for the Oracle. He looked again at the arm and saw his chance.
Apparently the sawctopus had decided to ignore Gannet almost entirely, regarding the being that had removed one of its arms as a larger threat. To add insult to injury, the eighth arm was being redrawn, this time thinner with a giant axe-head on the end. Before it could be completed, however, Zimmer saw Gannet charging for the gap and dove headfirst into the hole where the arm was moments before the new one was attached.
“Crazy bastard, may the Maker protect him inside this beast.” Zimmer thought. He then realized that the Maker was the one who had created this creature to test them, but prayed for his protection anyway. As the arms began their attack on him yet again, Zimmer changed from glass-infused bullets to a spiral that forked at the end: eggshells. Where he could still be crushed by the glass if he didn’t move out of the way in time, the arms would either break when the weight cracked the shells that they became, or collapse around him if they managed to hit him. Such an event had already happened twice since the first arm was broken, and with eight arms it was becoming harder to predict where they would come from.
“I can’t kill it this way, the arms will keep coming back when they break off. Either Gannet needs to kill it from the inside and find a way out, or I need to find a way to finish it from out here.” Though it seemed hours ago to him, the fight had only been going for a matter of minutes and he remembered that the sawctopus did considerable damage to itself in the beginning. Avoiding the next arm that came crashing down, he jumped onto it and began running up to the body, hoping that it would be a dumb enough creature to hurt itself in its attempts to hurt him. “Alright you big mollusk, let’s see how much damage you can do.”