Re: Epic Clash Round 2 - The Wax Colosseum
03-08-2010, 09:49 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Odinod.
"You aren't on my list, you idiot!" Nothing cried out as Thomas tackled him into the stone pillar. He pushed the man (men?) away, his expression both exasperated and angry. He grabbed at his scythe, releasing its catch and watching it flip out into a fully functional farming implement. "But I guess I can make an exception for someone as interesting as you." A smile slowly spread across his face. His flesh started melting away, and the feathers started to fall from his wings. His attitude (as well as his voice) seemed to be...changing.
"Tell me, mortal...does one such as you have four souls as well as four minds?"
"Like I'd tell you!" Bern yelled, throwing more fire at the man who was slowly becoming a walking shamble of bones.
The fireballs hit Mr. Nothing directly; all they seemed to do were singe off the last clinging bits of meat that were still attached to him. They did happen to burn away parts of his suit, however, and the creature didn't seem to be pleased with that. "This was tailor-made, you imbecile!" It let out a hellish screech and flew at Thomas, scythe raised to strike, skeletal wings spread wide.
"You aren't on my list, you idiot!" Nothing cried out as Thomas tackled him into the stone pillar. He pushed the man (men?) away, his expression both exasperated and angry. He grabbed at his scythe, releasing its catch and watching it flip out into a fully functional farming implement. "But I guess I can make an exception for someone as interesting as you." A smile slowly spread across his face. His flesh started melting away, and the feathers started to fall from his wings. His attitude (as well as his voice) seemed to be...changing.
"Tell me, mortal...does one such as you have four souls as well as four minds?"
"Like I'd tell you!" Bern yelled, throwing more fire at the man who was slowly becoming a walking shamble of bones.
The fireballs hit Mr. Nothing directly; all they seemed to do were singe off the last clinging bits of meat that were still attached to him. They did happen to burn away parts of his suit, however, and the creature didn't seem to be pleased with that. "This was tailor-made, you imbecile!" It let out a hellish screech and flew at Thomas, scythe raised to strike, skeletal wings spread wide.