Re: Epic Clash Round 3 - The Ascended City
06-12-2010, 04:12 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Wojjan.
It was clear that there was some devastating power at work. The rumbling towers, collapsing walls, this wasn't part of the stage. For yet another time, everything she knew, everything that was alive, she herself, this wonderful city, it all had to result in death.
Asteira was sick of that.
She knew she could save it. This ascended city, as the storyteller drones repeated incessantly, has a power source. As long as it was safe, the city would remain in the sky. But she didn't care the least for that source. She needed the warriors assigned to protect it. She needed to save everything.
“Well, they sure look strong.†Lasers raced around, ricocheting on the polished, smoothened copper, filled the previously black room – so dim and dark she wouldn't know if she passed through a wall – with an intense light and heat, one she thought not even Spencer could match.
This is what she needed. She took quick actions, floating past all beams, trying to get to the core of the robot. She entered, and found herself in the blandest mind imaginable. Of course it was, a robot owned it. There wasn't even a struggle for power, not a will trying to repel her. She got in soon enough, and tore the place apart with her controlling grasp. The robot, while internally destroyed was fully operational and was subjected to Asteira's will, and she was frantically intent to save whatever was left of this world. Towers and roads crumling, she sped through the devastated scenery.
It sounded something like this.
Pacing through the endless corridors and passageways, nearing the source of the destruction every rhythmic step, as she finally appeared before Spencer, entirely ready for battle. The invisible choir sang.
“Hey Spender, one more tower down and you'll go with it! I've got control over the entire grid in one swift movement, and I can make this world fall to its doom any second! I'm not letting you rampage any longer!â€
It was clear that there was some devastating power at work. The rumbling towers, collapsing walls, this wasn't part of the stage. For yet another time, everything she knew, everything that was alive, she herself, this wonderful city, it all had to result in death.
Asteira was sick of that.
She knew she could save it. This ascended city, as the storyteller drones repeated incessantly, has a power source. As long as it was safe, the city would remain in the sky. But she didn't care the least for that source. She needed the warriors assigned to protect it. She needed to save everything.
“Well, they sure look strong.†Lasers raced around, ricocheting on the polished, smoothened copper, filled the previously black room – so dim and dark she wouldn't know if she passed through a wall – with an intense light and heat, one she thought not even Spencer could match.
This is what she needed. She took quick actions, floating past all beams, trying to get to the core of the robot. She entered, and found herself in the blandest mind imaginable. Of course it was, a robot owned it. There wasn't even a struggle for power, not a will trying to repel her. She got in soon enough, and tore the place apart with her controlling grasp. The robot, while internally destroyed was fully operational and was subjected to Asteira's will, and she was frantically intent to save whatever was left of this world. Towers and roads crumling, she sped through the devastated scenery.
It sounded something like this.
Pacing through the endless corridors and passageways, nearing the source of the destruction every rhythmic step, as she finally appeared before Spencer, entirely ready for battle. The invisible choir sang.
“Hey Spender, one more tower down and you'll go with it! I've got control over the entire grid in one swift movement, and I can make this world fall to its doom any second! I'm not letting you rampage any longer!â€
quidquid Latine dictum sit altum videtur.