Re: Epic Clash Round 2 - The Wax Colosseum
03-13-2010, 02:14 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by McBatman.
Well, this had backfired grandly, then again, he never really did have many well thought through plans, but still. This had to take the cake. The ground quickly approached, the pillar snagging several chains, and mere moments before impact. Glere shut his eyes and sighed, before finally grabbing a large rubber object from his cape.
Spender kept his eyes on the Tie Fighter, expecting the game to end soon, but the impact never occurred. Spender raised a brow as a bright, orange colored object suddenly emerged from the cockpit of the Tie Fighter. The fork impaled the ground sure enough, but the Tie Fighter merely dangled on the end of the chain, jerking violently back and forth. Spender couldn't help but laugh, slowly leveling the rifle.
"Oh Garfield, you're my only friend." Glere said as a large Garfield parade float suspended the Tie Fighter hopelessly above the ground, mere feet from destruction. Thick cables held fast to harpoon that had been jabbed straight through the hull of the fighter itself, anchoring it in place. Glere climbed out onto the wing of the fighter and simply sat down. Spender's VF-1 flew around his target.
"You are aware this could technically count as a loss, right?" Spender laughed over the radio, as he circled.
"I hope you're not too dissapointed!"
"Hardly!" Glere shouted back, smiling broadly, "I was looking for a game, and this by far, was one of the best yet! Though, I'm afraid I can't just let you just...win." Glere said into the radio, reaching into his cloak again.
"Just do me one favor if never again, don't let this be my final hour... just yet." he said, chuckling over the radio. Spender brought the rifle around to finish the fight, when he suddenly hear a loud click. A large sphere of fire engulfed the Tie Fighter and the miniature Glere. Debris and shrapnel flew everywhere in a loud bang.
Spender's VF-1 vanished, as he emerged from the pocket dimension, victorious. Glere reemerged falling to the ground with a loud thud, paralyzed in place, a large psychotic grin frozen to his face.
Well, this had backfired grandly, then again, he never really did have many well thought through plans, but still. This had to take the cake. The ground quickly approached, the pillar snagging several chains, and mere moments before impact. Glere shut his eyes and sighed, before finally grabbing a large rubber object from his cape.
Spender kept his eyes on the Tie Fighter, expecting the game to end soon, but the impact never occurred. Spender raised a brow as a bright, orange colored object suddenly emerged from the cockpit of the Tie Fighter. The fork impaled the ground sure enough, but the Tie Fighter merely dangled on the end of the chain, jerking violently back and forth. Spender couldn't help but laugh, slowly leveling the rifle.
"Oh Garfield, you're my only friend." Glere said as a large Garfield parade float suspended the Tie Fighter hopelessly above the ground, mere feet from destruction. Thick cables held fast to harpoon that had been jabbed straight through the hull of the fighter itself, anchoring it in place. Glere climbed out onto the wing of the fighter and simply sat down. Spender's VF-1 flew around his target.
"You are aware this could technically count as a loss, right?" Spender laughed over the radio, as he circled.
"I hope you're not too dissapointed!"
"Hardly!" Glere shouted back, smiling broadly, "I was looking for a game, and this by far, was one of the best yet! Though, I'm afraid I can't just let you just...win." Glere said into the radio, reaching into his cloak again.
"Just do me one favor if never again, don't let this be my final hour... just yet." he said, chuckling over the radio. Spender brought the rifle around to finish the fight, when he suddenly hear a loud click. A large sphere of fire engulfed the Tie Fighter and the miniature Glere. Debris and shrapnel flew everywhere in a loud bang.
Spender's VF-1 vanished, as he emerged from the pocket dimension, victorious. Glere reemerged falling to the ground with a loud thud, paralyzed in place, a large psychotic grin frozen to his face.