Re: The $300,000 Fight-A-Thon! [Round One: Storage Park!]
08-25-2012, 09:58 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by ThunderJolt.
As soon as he was able to move again, Axys growled in frustration. "Stupid kid, I'm not a play-toy!"
He silently made a mental note to cut the kid down right on the spot if he even dared try something like that again. But now there was the bigger mystery. What exactly was this... battle? How did he and the others get here? That one man had said something else - that it was time to start killing. Hm, killing... Now that was something Axys liked to hear. So that's what I'm here for, huh? I like this already... He grinned a sinister smile and began laughing to himself.
His thoughts were interrupted by numerous shoutings of various curses from somewhere else on the other side of the warehouse, most notably "DAMMIT!" followed by the piercing shriek of a mad dragon flailing through the air and anticlimactically slamming into the ceiling with an audible CLANG.
"Wow... what an idiot," Axys remarked. He almost couldn't believe he would have to be fighting someone stupid enough to throw themself into the ceiling like that. He figured now would be the time to find his first opponent, or really, victim, hoping they were a little brighter than the one who slammed into the ceiling... He looked around. He was in a corner of the warehouse, close to the wall with the door that the Coach had closed with his earlier departure. Small stacks of dusty old boxes here and there, no stack more than four or five boxes tall. A few steps forward, and he found himself bumping a large stack of boxes with one of his blade-arms. The stack collapsed, various contents spilling from their cardboard prisons, completely uncared for by the culprit responsible for the mess. Ugh. The blade-arms were incredibly useful, but that didn't change the fact that they sometimes just sort of... got in the way, you know?
There. He spotted someone. Some sort of robot-like armor with several extra limbs. He rushed off to meet his new target.
He silently made a mental note to cut the kid down right on the spot if he even dared try something like that again. But now there was the bigger mystery. What exactly was this... battle? How did he and the others get here? That one man had said something else - that it was time to start killing. Hm, killing... Now that was something Axys liked to hear. So that's what I'm here for, huh? I like this already... He grinned a sinister smile and began laughing to himself.
His thoughts were interrupted by numerous shoutings of various curses from somewhere else on the other side of the warehouse, most notably "DAMMIT!" followed by the piercing shriek of a mad dragon flailing through the air and anticlimactically slamming into the ceiling with an audible CLANG.
"Wow... what an idiot," Axys remarked. He almost couldn't believe he would have to be fighting someone stupid enough to throw themself into the ceiling like that. He figured now would be the time to find his first opponent, or really, victim, hoping they were a little brighter than the one who slammed into the ceiling... He looked around. He was in a corner of the warehouse, close to the wall with the door that the Coach had closed with his earlier departure. Small stacks of dusty old boxes here and there, no stack more than four or five boxes tall. A few steps forward, and he found himself bumping a large stack of boxes with one of his blade-arms. The stack collapsed, various contents spilling from their cardboard prisons, completely uncared for by the culprit responsible for the mess. Ugh. The blade-arms were incredibly useful, but that didn't change the fact that they sometimes just sort of... got in the way, you know?
There. He spotted someone. Some sort of robot-like armor with several extra limbs. He rushed off to meet his new target.