Re: The Fatal Conflict! (GBS2G7) (Round 1: Everybody's Dead!)
08-16-2010, 07:29 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by SleepingOrange.
Kargrek approached the splitting Luron and Laura more quickly and enthusiastically than did Bellona; the gladiatrix trailed behind him, eyes still focused on the seam in the street. She was so focused on it and thinking about it, in fact, that she mostly missed or tuned out the low rumble of clipped masculine voices coming from a few feet in front of her; as she pondered the nature of her amulet's magic and how it related to Zaire's, the barbarian and swordsman held a fairly short conversation.
Bellona's attention was not drawn to her companion until his discussion with the other man was cut short; with no real warning, she heard feet pounding across the pavement and what sounded like Kargrek grunting her name. She looked up from her puzzle to see a nonplussed Loran watching the barbarian's retreating back; Strongarm himself was beckoning her as he sprinted across the street towards... The coffee shop?
As the woman sped to catch up, the entire scene became obvious: another pair was approaching the shop, apparently intent on confronting the monster within; the one in front was striding with the determination of a man on a mission, but the second was scuttling to catch up with an air that made it clear he was simply going along for the ride. She wasn't sure if the barbarian was intent on stopping or joining them, but it was at least understandable why he was heading back towards the dragon's nest already. Kargrek was surprisingly fast for a man of his size and she had barely caught up to him when he drew level with the smaller man; he clapped his enormous hand on his quarry's skinny shoulder, and the bespectacled man gasped and... disappeared in a flash of light. The other one, attention caught by the sound of running and his companion's disappearance, turned around, face pulled into a quizzical expression.
Kargrek approached the splitting Luron and Laura more quickly and enthusiastically than did Bellona; the gladiatrix trailed behind him, eyes still focused on the seam in the street. She was so focused on it and thinking about it, in fact, that she mostly missed or tuned out the low rumble of clipped masculine voices coming from a few feet in front of her; as she pondered the nature of her amulet's magic and how it related to Zaire's, the barbarian and swordsman held a fairly short conversation.
Bellona's attention was not drawn to her companion until his discussion with the other man was cut short; with no real warning, she heard feet pounding across the pavement and what sounded like Kargrek grunting her name. She looked up from her puzzle to see a nonplussed Loran watching the barbarian's retreating back; Strongarm himself was beckoning her as he sprinted across the street towards... The coffee shop?
As the woman sped to catch up, the entire scene became obvious: another pair was approaching the shop, apparently intent on confronting the monster within; the one in front was striding with the determination of a man on a mission, but the second was scuttling to catch up with an air that made it clear he was simply going along for the ride. She wasn't sure if the barbarian was intent on stopping or joining them, but it was at least understandable why he was heading back towards the dragon's nest already. Kargrek was surprisingly fast for a man of his size and she had barely caught up to him when he drew level with the smaller man; he clapped his enormous hand on his quarry's skinny shoulder, and the bespectacled man gasped and... disappeared in a flash of light. The other one, attention caught by the sound of running and his companion's disappearance, turned around, face pulled into a quizzical expression.