Re: Epic Clash Round 2 - The Wax Colosseum
05-23-2010, 07:15 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by suomynonAyletamitlU.
Distracted as Spender was, his first instinct fell back to hard-learned lessons, ones fresh in his mind due to his most recent memories--two, four, eight coins fell out of his sleeves and disappeared with barely any conscious thought.
Two enormous swords, chained together with four feet of steel chain, fell at his feet, two walls shot up behind him to cover Thomas and Michelle, and the air became deathly chill; a rippling wave tore through the fog, and everything within a radius of him lifted off the ground, its gravity nulled. And although it was hard to notice, the lights shifted, backlighting Spender in a way that was theatrically intimidating.
Spender snatched up one of the two swords and yanked on it, causing the other around to swing around and impact the ground in front of Glere, but he didn't get much closer. Somehow, the sword embedded in the rock, keeping the momentum from knocking it into open space.
His eyes blazed out from the darkness, a piercing fury that was clear even when his face was covered in fog. "Glere... I 'played' with you before. If you don't want to die, you will only 'play' when I'm in a good mood."
"And I'm NOT in a good mood."
Distracted as Spender was, his first instinct fell back to hard-learned lessons, ones fresh in his mind due to his most recent memories--two, four, eight coins fell out of his sleeves and disappeared with barely any conscious thought.
Two enormous swords, chained together with four feet of steel chain, fell at his feet, two walls shot up behind him to cover Thomas and Michelle, and the air became deathly chill; a rippling wave tore through the fog, and everything within a radius of him lifted off the ground, its gravity nulled. And although it was hard to notice, the lights shifted, backlighting Spender in a way that was theatrically intimidating.
Spender snatched up one of the two swords and yanked on it, causing the other around to swing around and impact the ground in front of Glere, but he didn't get much closer. Somehow, the sword embedded in the rock, keeping the momentum from knocking it into open space.
His eyes blazed out from the darkness, a piercing fury that was clear even when his face was covered in fog. "Glere... I 'played' with you before. If you don't want to die, you will only 'play' when I'm in a good mood."
"And I'm NOT in a good mood."