Re: Epic Clash Round 1 - Dungeon of the Crimson Fish
02-11-2010, 01:42 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Odinod.
"The real question is..." Mr. Nothing said, a hint of mischief in his eyes, "Are you going to kill me?" His hand was still extended toward her, waiting for hers to take it. Michelle stood and trained her gun away from him, while still keeping it ready. This was a competition based around killing each-other, after all. She shook his hand quickly, taking a few steps back when the greeting was finished.
"No, I don't think I am. Although I will if I have to!" She aimed her gun at his head and made a "Pow!" noise, grinning all the while.
Mr. Nothing looked around nervously, stepping to one side so that the gun was no longer pointing directly at his face. A shot he would most likely survive, but the point remained that the regeneration would hurt like hell. He smiled back at her, attempting to quell the rising tension. "So what other people have you-" He was interrupted by a blast of noise that came from one of the tunnels around them; the ground shook, and stalagmites and stalactites, weak from the rising temperature, broke off from the ground and ceiling, falling and rising. He jumped out of the way of one that was about to land right on him. Unfortunately, this brought him closer to Michelle. And her gun.
He tried his best to keep his composure. "Wha...what whas that?"
"I don't-" Michelle was interrupted as the floor beneath both of them rumbled some more. It suddenly occurred to Nothing to wonder where down really was. Didn't they say something about gravity generators in the beginning? As soon as this thought entered his mind, he started falling up. Or down, as the case happened to be. He quickly reoriented himself and cast out his wings, flapping them hard in an attempt to prevent the fall. It was only after he had saved himself that he even thought about Michelle. He dropped down to the ground and looked around for her.
She was behind a large, cold rock, dusting bits of dirt and grime off herself. "Are you okay? How did you make it down here without being hurt?"
She laughed and smiled at him. "I can take care of myself just fine, Mister." Nothing made an incredulous face, then turned away from her and looked around. "This place is falling apart...the other competitors must be at each-others throats already. You think we should just stay here for now? You know, wait it out until someone gets killed and we move on to the next place?"
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"The real question is..." Mr. Nothing said, a hint of mischief in his eyes, "Are you going to kill me?" His hand was still extended toward her, waiting for hers to take it. Michelle stood and trained her gun away from him, while still keeping it ready. This was a competition based around killing each-other, after all. She shook his hand quickly, taking a few steps back when the greeting was finished.
"No, I don't think I am. Although I will if I have to!" She aimed her gun at his head and made a "Pow!" noise, grinning all the while.
Mr. Nothing looked around nervously, stepping to one side so that the gun was no longer pointing directly at his face. A shot he would most likely survive, but the point remained that the regeneration would hurt like hell. He smiled back at her, attempting to quell the rising tension. "So what other people have you-" He was interrupted by a blast of noise that came from one of the tunnels around them; the ground shook, and stalagmites and stalactites, weak from the rising temperature, broke off from the ground and ceiling, falling and rising. He jumped out of the way of one that was about to land right on him. Unfortunately, this brought him closer to Michelle. And her gun.
He tried his best to keep his composure. "Wha...what whas that?"
"I don't-" Michelle was interrupted as the floor beneath both of them rumbled some more. It suddenly occurred to Nothing to wonder where down really was. Didn't they say something about gravity generators in the beginning? As soon as this thought entered his mind, he started falling up. Or down, as the case happened to be. He quickly reoriented himself and cast out his wings, flapping them hard in an attempt to prevent the fall. It was only after he had saved himself that he even thought about Michelle. He dropped down to the ground and looked around for her.
She was behind a large, cold rock, dusting bits of dirt and grime off herself. "Are you okay? How did you make it down here without being hurt?"
She laughed and smiled at him. "I can take care of myself just fine, Mister." Nothing made an incredulous face, then turned away from her and looked around. "This place is falling apart...the other competitors must be at each-others throats already. You think we should just stay here for now? You know, wait it out until someone gets killed and we move on to the next place?"
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