Re: Epic Clash Round 3 - The Ascended City
06-18-2010, 02:35 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by McBatman.
Glere watched as the storm began to tear building after building apart, in addition to Spender's continuous onslaught. If this were a war, they'd definitely be winning, but it's hard to win wars against inanimate objects. Glere knew that personally. It was a bitter feud, and the fridge still won. He swore he could hear some kind of music playing, but shook his head. There was always a melody of some sort, though it was usually a calliopi and trumpets. His attention was however, pulled to a very distracted looking... Thomas... Bern... George, whatever the four-in-one called itself. He was just floating there, almost falling out of the air at times.
Glere narrowed his eyes. He knew the behavior. The uncertain movements, the struggle for control...
"Asteira..." he almost spat the words out, but narrowed his eyes, looking rapidly back and forth between Spender and Thomas. Whatever gears weren't caught up in the wanton destruction were calculating something. Spender was by far the most dangerous of the bunch. Thomas was about the only one who could put up a one on one direct confrontation with the him, but if Thomas could be eliminated, it MIGHT take Asteira with him... but she was already dead.
"...not worth it yet." Glere said solemnly, before pulling out another harpoon, and firing another line to a building close to Thomas. He may not have had much of a defense or means of dealing with something like Asteira, but he did know how to knock someone out of one of her trances.
Glere watched as the storm began to tear building after building apart, in addition to Spender's continuous onslaught. If this were a war, they'd definitely be winning, but it's hard to win wars against inanimate objects. Glere knew that personally. It was a bitter feud, and the fridge still won. He swore he could hear some kind of music playing, but shook his head. There was always a melody of some sort, though it was usually a calliopi and trumpets. His attention was however, pulled to a very distracted looking... Thomas... Bern... George, whatever the four-in-one called itself. He was just floating there, almost falling out of the air at times.
Glere narrowed his eyes. He knew the behavior. The uncertain movements, the struggle for control...
"Asteira..." he almost spat the words out, but narrowed his eyes, looking rapidly back and forth between Spender and Thomas. Whatever gears weren't caught up in the wanton destruction were calculating something. Spender was by far the most dangerous of the bunch. Thomas was about the only one who could put up a one on one direct confrontation with the him, but if Thomas could be eliminated, it MIGHT take Asteira with him... but she was already dead.
"...not worth it yet." Glere said solemnly, before pulling out another harpoon, and firing another line to a building close to Thomas. He may not have had much of a defense or means of dealing with something like Asteira, but he did know how to knock someone out of one of her trances.