Re: Epic Clash Round 1 - Dungeon of the Crimson Fish
02-09-2010, 06:08 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Babel.
Emilio watched with small wonder as the man disappeared before him. This action, although confirming his suspicions of sorcery, reflected, to Emilio, a subtler kind of cowardice – one he had encountered before. It was one that, in turn, revealed a deep-rooted intelligence. Too often, those crafty enough to weasel their way out of direct confrontation would be those left standing, when the rest of the world ripped itself apart. Well, if it came to the shattering of worlds, Emilio was confident enough in his own ability to know where he would stand. He would match them, blow for blow – strike for strike – and prove his prowess in battle. He would rise, in the end. That much he knew.
He shifted his attention to the young man in front of him – guarded, cautious, so difficult to read. It was nothing Emilio had seen before. The boy was clearly nervous, and although Emilio suspected that all was not as it seemed with the boy, by all indications he was currently harmless. Emilio smiled again at him, recalling the question he had previously raised.
“I have little regard for that which has already come to pass,†he said, simply, allowing his hand to travel back to the hilt of his sword. He felt the familiarity of the grip, mentally reconstructing the countless times he had held it before, “My chief concern are those events that are, unknown to us, already almost upon us.â€
The sword was out in a blur. It vibrated, for a second, in the stillness of the moment, hanging tensely in the direction of the boy. Emilio never let his eyes down. Let the song fill him. Felt the rush of fear, anger, and surprise well up in his opponent. Analyzed the reaction time, the mental pulling for the supernatural. He let his smile fall. Heard the song rise again.
"Sing of penance and of glory, of fire, snow, and ice,
See two forces meet in battle, one valor and one vice.
Mark in his expression, lad, the flame that burns too bright.
Note the beast's eternal cold, its never-ending spite.
See the caverns wrought and wrecked, it's jagged halls now spent,
see the dragon now unleashed, and know where Emilio went."
“I suspect,†he said, with some excitement, “that there are things within this cavern that are bigger than us both.â€
The blade snapped down, he felt himself move back. The song called him, and he would follow.
“I intend to know them all,†he finished, and was soon running through the darkness.
Emilio watched with small wonder as the man disappeared before him. This action, although confirming his suspicions of sorcery, reflected, to Emilio, a subtler kind of cowardice – one he had encountered before. It was one that, in turn, revealed a deep-rooted intelligence. Too often, those crafty enough to weasel their way out of direct confrontation would be those left standing, when the rest of the world ripped itself apart. Well, if it came to the shattering of worlds, Emilio was confident enough in his own ability to know where he would stand. He would match them, blow for blow – strike for strike – and prove his prowess in battle. He would rise, in the end. That much he knew.
He shifted his attention to the young man in front of him – guarded, cautious, so difficult to read. It was nothing Emilio had seen before. The boy was clearly nervous, and although Emilio suspected that all was not as it seemed with the boy, by all indications he was currently harmless. Emilio smiled again at him, recalling the question he had previously raised.
“I have little regard for that which has already come to pass,†he said, simply, allowing his hand to travel back to the hilt of his sword. He felt the familiarity of the grip, mentally reconstructing the countless times he had held it before, “My chief concern are those events that are, unknown to us, already almost upon us.â€
The sword was out in a blur. It vibrated, for a second, in the stillness of the moment, hanging tensely in the direction of the boy. Emilio never let his eyes down. Let the song fill him. Felt the rush of fear, anger, and surprise well up in his opponent. Analyzed the reaction time, the mental pulling for the supernatural. He let his smile fall. Heard the song rise again.
"Sing of penance and of glory, of fire, snow, and ice,
See two forces meet in battle, one valor and one vice.
Mark in his expression, lad, the flame that burns too bright.
Note the beast's eternal cold, its never-ending spite.
See the caverns wrought and wrecked, it's jagged halls now spent,
see the dragon now unleashed, and know where Emilio went."
“I suspect,†he said, with some excitement, “that there are things within this cavern that are bigger than us both.â€
The blade snapped down, he felt himself move back. The song called him, and he would follow.
“I intend to know them all,†he finished, and was soon running through the darkness.