Re: Epic Clash Round 2 - The Wax Colosseum
03-11-2010, 09:11 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by suomynonAyletamitlU.
"My, he IS a fast learner!" Spender's sweat dripped off of him slightly, but he was still smiling that same eager grin.
The dome was coming up fast. Even with smaller ships, the size of the arena really wasn't all that large...
A couple shots buzzed past, and over his shoulder, he could see that a neverending stream of them was moments away. He flipped to semi-humanoid mode again and dodged back and forth, keeping an eye on the ceiling as the bolts came alarming close, one or two even searing the paint job.
At the last moment, he was inverted, his engines now pushing back downward, away from the ceiling chamber, arresting his momentum. Before the torrent of blaster bolts could hone in on him, he blasted off laterally in jet mode, dodging between structural supports and hugging the glass ceiling.
To either side of him, beams of some unidentified metal, still bracing the arena ceiling, began to loom closer and closer together as he neared the apex of the dome. Behind him, guns still spitting, Glere hung below (above, from Spender's yet-inverted perspective) him, trying to trap him in the ever-narrowing groove.
About that time, Spender figured the irony quotient of the scenario was both too high and totally against him. So, he switched to humanoid again and blasted away from the dome, back down into open air. Glere's wave of blasts finally scored a hit, forcing Spender to spend a moment checking it--but to cover himself, he gave in and flipped a toggle, releasing a quick wave of dozens of seeking micromissiles.
"My, he IS a fast learner!" Spender's sweat dripped off of him slightly, but he was still smiling that same eager grin.
The dome was coming up fast. Even with smaller ships, the size of the arena really wasn't all that large...
A couple shots buzzed past, and over his shoulder, he could see that a neverending stream of them was moments away. He flipped to semi-humanoid mode again and dodged back and forth, keeping an eye on the ceiling as the bolts came alarming close, one or two even searing the paint job.
At the last moment, he was inverted, his engines now pushing back downward, away from the ceiling chamber, arresting his momentum. Before the torrent of blaster bolts could hone in on him, he blasted off laterally in jet mode, dodging between structural supports and hugging the glass ceiling.
To either side of him, beams of some unidentified metal, still bracing the arena ceiling, began to loom closer and closer together as he neared the apex of the dome. Behind him, guns still spitting, Glere hung below (above, from Spender's yet-inverted perspective) him, trying to trap him in the ever-narrowing groove.
About that time, Spender figured the irony quotient of the scenario was both too high and totally against him. So, he switched to humanoid again and blasted away from the dome, back down into open air. Glere's wave of blasts finally scored a hit, forcing Spender to spend a moment checking it--but to cover himself, he gave in and flipped a toggle, releasing a quick wave of dozens of seeking micromissiles.
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