Re: Epic Clash Round 2 - The Wax Colosseum
03-12-2010, 11:39 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by suomynonAyletamitlU.
One engine down--almost. One enemy up. And ... yeah, it looks like the structure is warped a little. I can probably transform, but if I do it willy-nilly, I'm gonna break something.
Spender pushed his mech form backwards and down while waiting for Glere to catch up. He toggled the commo, still wearing that shit-eating grin. He even too his hands off the controls long enough to offer a short round of applause.
"Bravo! For a moment, I thought I had you there. I didn't think you realized your mini-avatar still had access to your cloak." His grin grew a little wilder. "Why that almost makes it easier on me--if you ever push me into a corner, I won't have to worry that you think I'm cheating." His laugh was dry, and a little cutting.
"But that's for later! For now, we're still playing [img]images/smilies/icon_heartbeat.gif[/img] ."
Spender cut power to the limping engine and flipped back into jet mode, taking a moment to check on everything before bringing his good engine back up. He scanned the arena, and then, just to be contrary, decided to go on a whirlwind tour, and dived down towards some statues, weaving between them before gunning it for what he thought might be the next-nearest living humanoid.
The sight of the waxen figures did bring him back down a little bit, but he'd half-intended it that way. Games were games, but they didn't make Nightmares go away.
At the very least, the worried look on Glere's face--and the lack of his Darth Glere mask--reassured him that the Glere's streak of good luck, performance, and quick learning had already forced him to get serious, which meant he still had the upper hand for the moment.
Spender pushed his mech form backwards and down while waiting for Glere to catch up. He toggled the commo, still wearing that shit-eating grin. He even too his hands off the controls long enough to offer a short round of applause.
"Bravo! For a moment, I thought I had you there. I didn't think you realized your mini-avatar still had access to your cloak." His grin grew a little wilder. "Why that almost makes it easier on me--if you ever push me into a corner, I won't have to worry that you think I'm cheating." His laugh was dry, and a little cutting.
"But that's for later! For now, we're still playing [img]images/smilies/icon_heartbeat.gif[/img] ."
Spender cut power to the limping engine and flipped back into jet mode, taking a moment to check on everything before bringing his good engine back up. He scanned the arena, and then, just to be contrary, decided to go on a whirlwind tour, and dived down towards some statues, weaving between them before gunning it for what he thought might be the next-nearest living humanoid.
The sight of the waxen figures did bring him back down a little bit, but he'd half-intended it that way. Games were games, but they didn't make Nightmares go away.
At the very least, the worried look on Glere's face--and the lack of his Darth Glere mask--reassured him that the Glere's streak of good luck, performance, and quick learning had already forced him to get serious, which meant he still had the upper hand for the moment.