Re: Epic Clash Round 4 - The Unholy Fortress
08-13-2010, 07:05 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Wojjan.
The dark alleyways and countless rocks reminded the politician of her first encounter with her enemies, in the icy cavern of round one. The endless supply of rocks all around, the passages leading from one to another (though she was the only one to experience it that way by passing through the walls) and the occasional heavy footsteps of a heavily-armored knight, like James Raven.
Hold on, that last part wasn't right. There were no armored knights left in here, to her knowledge. She headed directly towards the clinking sound, hoping to find a fine vessel for this round. She mumbled a bit to herself, sure no one could hear it. "It's a shame really. Every physically great contestant is dead already. You'd think they'd do better at a battle like this... To think I wasted all that effort on setting them up against each other at the start." She reminded herself of what has happened to her already, in the battle and before. She tried to look at herself, only to see the darkness inside the limestone walls. She then remembered that miniature lance of Girgid. "Means to an end. At least I know that plan isn't going to work again. If this contest is over, I'll probably still be a ghost. Wether I die or live, I'll never be the same me again." Musing over everything and anything that crossed her mind, she was caught by surprise to suddenly end up in a corridor, with Glere tugging on a knight's statue. "Hah, that dead witch isn't getting me this time! Even if all this armor fails, I still have a trick up my sleeve" He didn't seem to notice Asteira, so she marked that one up as coincidence. Nevertheless, she hid away somewhere not to be seen. Before climbing into the knight's armor he reached inside his cape to pull out some kind of otherworldy vacuum cleaner. The machine let out a few bleeps and cranks, when a robotic voice sprang up to greet Glere "Spookvacuum Pro ready for use." "What a lame name... But it'll do! Spookvacuum, scan for ghosts!" Hearing those words, Asteira figured it would be best to get the jump on Glere instead of the other way around. She appeared right in front of Glere, Girgid's dagger in hand mostly for the effect of surprise. "Hello Glere, darling. Could you die?"
Thomas had a more difficult time to navigate the tunnels than Asteira, especially the deeper reaches. Whenever a boulder laid in the way, Bern would have to switch out to Greg, who then had to shove the rocks away in complete darkness. If they looked behind them during that change though, they would have noticed the faint torchlight behind them. In a while, the gang of workers caught up with the four, and Greg, who was at the time in control, rapidly turned to look behind him. That same swift motion launched the rock towards the miners, barely missing the assaulters. Bern switched back, and turned on his flame again to see the eyes with a glint of insanity of the leading attacker. "Are you battling a ghost?" "Yeah, we- I am." "I see. We have nothing personal against you, but we need you to die. The three of us were promised rescue if we kill you."
Spoiler
Hold on, that last part wasn't right. There were no armored knights left in here, to her knowledge. She headed directly towards the clinking sound, hoping to find a fine vessel for this round. She mumbled a bit to herself, sure no one could hear it. "It's a shame really. Every physically great contestant is dead already. You'd think they'd do better at a battle like this... To think I wasted all that effort on setting them up against each other at the start." She reminded herself of what has happened to her already, in the battle and before. She tried to look at herself, only to see the darkness inside the limestone walls. She then remembered that miniature lance of Girgid. "Means to an end. At least I know that plan isn't going to work again. If this contest is over, I'll probably still be a ghost. Wether I die or live, I'll never be the same me again." Musing over everything and anything that crossed her mind, she was caught by surprise to suddenly end up in a corridor, with Glere tugging on a knight's statue. "Hah, that dead witch isn't getting me this time! Even if all this armor fails, I still have a trick up my sleeve" He didn't seem to notice Asteira, so she marked that one up as coincidence. Nevertheless, she hid away somewhere not to be seen. Before climbing into the knight's armor he reached inside his cape to pull out some kind of otherworldy vacuum cleaner. The machine let out a few bleeps and cranks, when a robotic voice sprang up to greet Glere "Spookvacuum Pro ready for use." "What a lame name... But it'll do! Spookvacuum, scan for ghosts!" Hearing those words, Asteira figured it would be best to get the jump on Glere instead of the other way around. She appeared right in front of Glere, Girgid's dagger in hand mostly for the effect of surprise. "Hello Glere, darling. Could you die?"
Thomas had a more difficult time to navigate the tunnels than Asteira, especially the deeper reaches. Whenever a boulder laid in the way, Bern would have to switch out to Greg, who then had to shove the rocks away in complete darkness. If they looked behind them during that change though, they would have noticed the faint torchlight behind them. In a while, the gang of workers caught up with the four, and Greg, who was at the time in control, rapidly turned to look behind him. That same swift motion launched the rock towards the miners, barely missing the assaulters. Bern switched back, and turned on his flame again to see the eyes with a glint of insanity of the leading attacker. "Are you battling a ghost?" "Yeah, we- I am." "I see. We have nothing personal against you, but we need you to die. The three of us were promised rescue if we kill you."
Spoiler
quidquid Latine dictum sit altum videtur.