Re: Epic Clash Round 3 - The Ascended City
06-15-2010, 02:25 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Wojjan.
“Think about it!†Reiterating Glere's final words in the colloseum, Spender headed off to search for the engines, hoping to crash this entire complex into the ground.
He had to push up the tempo.
Asteira quickly had her puppet sound the alarm, the cue for many robots of the kind to join in, each speeding from a different angle, before she reemerged from her metal shell, ready to speed past Spender, into a new hull that already awaited her at the end of the endless corridor. Lateral missiles blazing, she took a little time to converse. “There's no way you will win, Spender. At this moment, with me in the network, I am the island!â€
Spender heeded these empty threats no mind, running around in the dazzling towers, looking for the engines and with a soldier's notice searching for that core she spoke of. As a turret screeched with open fire and missiles sped by, he hit a dead end. A myriad of robots, C at best, blocked off the final stretch to what he was sure must have been the engine. Spender quickly jammed a coin in his device, slicing the corridor in twain, disjointing it from the towering behemoth it was a part of, then opening up a small part of his pocket dimension, having the robots short-circuit on their way down the endless plummet. The chasm it left behind was easily crossed with a flight coin, and he soon arrived at his destination. Just that little bit more…
Asteira reared up with a leaping jump, past the pit Spender created for her. He was getting to close. It mustn't happen, but it did. With a single lethal blow, Spender shut down the engine entirely, causing the tower to again submit to gravity, leaning all connecting towers to the right. The engines, now diagonally on the zenith, started to propel the floating towers to the right. Even the largest of robots started to lose balance, and finally tipped over just as well. The world was toppling over, and it mustn't happen. Asteira was enraged.
“Well, Spender. You are planning to destroy this world? You think you can face everything in it, and make it crumble by your hand? No, that would be a horrible deed. This is a thing of beauty. Life was a thing of beauty, and I'm not letting you take this from me again!â€
Frustrated beyond belief, and confused as of where that ‘again' came from, she mindlessly started firing all around, hoping to hit him, just once. “It won't happen! I won't allow it!! You are dying, and I will make sure of that! Do you hear me, Spender? You are going to be killed!†She lost control. The robot sprang up, wide awake, to see a strange black-coated individual having recently mauled the engines of tower 4B-Demeter. It regained consciousness and, although maybe more refined, the pattern it followed didn't differ much from Asteira's commands.
“Think about it!†Reiterating Glere's final words in the colloseum, Spender headed off to search for the engines, hoping to crash this entire complex into the ground.
He had to push up the tempo.
Asteira quickly had her puppet sound the alarm, the cue for many robots of the kind to join in, each speeding from a different angle, before she reemerged from her metal shell, ready to speed past Spender, into a new hull that already awaited her at the end of the endless corridor. Lateral missiles blazing, she took a little time to converse. “There's no way you will win, Spender. At this moment, with me in the network, I am the island!â€
Spender heeded these empty threats no mind, running around in the dazzling towers, looking for the engines and with a soldier's notice searching for that core she spoke of. As a turret screeched with open fire and missiles sped by, he hit a dead end. A myriad of robots, C at best, blocked off the final stretch to what he was sure must have been the engine. Spender quickly jammed a coin in his device, slicing the corridor in twain, disjointing it from the towering behemoth it was a part of, then opening up a small part of his pocket dimension, having the robots short-circuit on their way down the endless plummet. The chasm it left behind was easily crossed with a flight coin, and he soon arrived at his destination. Just that little bit more…
Asteira reared up with a leaping jump, past the pit Spender created for her. He was getting to close. It mustn't happen, but it did. With a single lethal blow, Spender shut down the engine entirely, causing the tower to again submit to gravity, leaning all connecting towers to the right. The engines, now diagonally on the zenith, started to propel the floating towers to the right. Even the largest of robots started to lose balance, and finally tipped over just as well. The world was toppling over, and it mustn't happen. Asteira was enraged.
“Well, Spender. You are planning to destroy this world? You think you can face everything in it, and make it crumble by your hand? No, that would be a horrible deed. This is a thing of beauty. Life was a thing of beauty, and I'm not letting you take this from me again!â€
Frustrated beyond belief, and confused as of where that ‘again' came from, she mindlessly started firing all around, hoping to hit him, just once. “It won't happen! I won't allow it!! You are dying, and I will make sure of that! Do you hear me, Spender? You are going to be killed!†She lost control. The robot sprang up, wide awake, to see a strange black-coated individual having recently mauled the engines of tower 4B-Demeter. It regained consciousness and, although maybe more refined, the pattern it followed didn't differ much from Asteira's commands.
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