RE: Grand Battle (S?) (Round 1: Matmor Atoll)
06-20-2013, 12:15 AM
Tom fought consciousness. Only a brief flash of self-preservation forced his eyes open.
As he adjusted to the dim lighting a flicker of something fled from his vision. But his vision was clouded with spots, and he was much more focused on the huge, soggy beast lumbering over him.
"Okay," he said to himself as he came to his senses, "you're an impressive monstrosity and you're coming close to crushing me under your weight. But I've been laying prone long enough for you to have made a meal of me any time you wanted. So for the moment," he said looking across the room "you're not the most pressing concern."
The massive egg that had contained the beast was still plugging the opening in the wall it had created. It was clearly strong considering how well it had survived the ten story fall that had befallen it, but without it's inhabitant it would become significantly less sturdy. Already, Tom could focus on the shell and see hairlines forming, ready to burst under a league of pressure.
Tom strained his lungs under the great orange lummox, seeing if he had the power to stave off another flood, but this was not the case. He turned his head to address the thing, coddling him like a gratefully puppy. "If you're so fond me, creature, I hope you're willing to hold on. It looks like we're going for a bit of a trip."
The mermen had formed units, and they swarmed the surface and the skies, ready to run down any of the intruders that had been detected. And although the squadrons were combing the area looking for more of the maniacs hiding in the woodwork, they all seemed to be missing the one standing perfectly out in the open.
Krugrug continued on a stroll down the rock formations that comprised the great sea ring. His campaign of destruction had taken a slight pause as he struggled to find any targets. A no man's land of sorts had formed around him, as the walkers and swimmers scurried to stayed out of a two-hundred foot radius of the killing machine and the gliders maintained altitude to stay safely out of reach.
Kyle considered popping out of the studio for a refresher on his coffee. The big fighting montage and the majority of the grunting was over. This meant that the next bit was going to be a slow scene, either one with a lot of landscape traveling and art budget spending or one with character interaction and a mild attempt to add a touch of friendship to stave off cancellation. Either a lot of talking or none at all, and he wasn't about to be bothered to slog through the script to find out.
Along the ring of coral, the sharp rocky shoals occasionally offered up soft, bright white sandbars. Krugrug plopped himself down on the side of the water and submerged the tip of his club in the ocean, loosing the blood and bits from it. He watched the water gain a tinge of red for a moment before the tide dissipated it. He lifted his head to gaze upon the horizon, looking at the sparse population of islands, beautifully breaching the bright sky with their shallow, time-worn peaks. A few thoughts floated in the orc's mind with some struggle. Maybe...he wasn't supposed to smash right now? Maybe.....there was more he could do than smas
Suddenly a giant, coral encrusted leviathan rose out of the water, covered in mercreatures staring daggers at the bloodthirsty beast that refused to stay down.
The creature had the shape of a whale with uncompromising, crustacean-like coral forming an exoskeleton. Large and small tentacles burst from the sides of it, ready to lunge for it's prey. Ganger smirked and snatched the encyclopedia from his double, trying to identify the impressive new creature. If the green machine couldn't take it down, he was going to have fun with it.
As he adjusted to the dim lighting a flicker of something fled from his vision. But his vision was clouded with spots, and he was much more focused on the huge, soggy beast lumbering over him.
"Okay," he said to himself as he came to his senses, "you're an impressive monstrosity and you're coming close to crushing me under your weight. But I've been laying prone long enough for you to have made a meal of me any time you wanted. So for the moment," he said looking across the room "you're not the most pressing concern."
The massive egg that had contained the beast was still plugging the opening in the wall it had created. It was clearly strong considering how well it had survived the ten story fall that had befallen it, but without it's inhabitant it would become significantly less sturdy. Already, Tom could focus on the shell and see hairlines forming, ready to burst under a league of pressure.
Tom strained his lungs under the great orange lummox, seeing if he had the power to stave off another flood, but this was not the case. He turned his head to address the thing, coddling him like a gratefully puppy. "If you're so fond me, creature, I hope you're willing to hold on. It looks like we're going for a bit of a trip."
The mermen had formed units, and they swarmed the surface and the skies, ready to run down any of the intruders that had been detected. And although the squadrons were combing the area looking for more of the maniacs hiding in the woodwork, they all seemed to be missing the one standing perfectly out in the open.
Krugrug continued on a stroll down the rock formations that comprised the great sea ring. His campaign of destruction had taken a slight pause as he struggled to find any targets. A no man's land of sorts had formed around him, as the walkers and swimmers scurried to stayed out of a two-hundred foot radius of the killing machine and the gliders maintained altitude to stay safely out of reach.
Kyle considered popping out of the studio for a refresher on his coffee. The big fighting montage and the majority of the grunting was over. This meant that the next bit was going to be a slow scene, either one with a lot of landscape traveling and art budget spending or one with character interaction and a mild attempt to add a touch of friendship to stave off cancellation. Either a lot of talking or none at all, and he wasn't about to be bothered to slog through the script to find out.
Along the ring of coral, the sharp rocky shoals occasionally offered up soft, bright white sandbars. Krugrug plopped himself down on the side of the water and submerged the tip of his club in the ocean, loosing the blood and bits from it. He watched the water gain a tinge of red for a moment before the tide dissipated it. He lifted his head to gaze upon the horizon, looking at the sparse population of islands, beautifully breaching the bright sky with their shallow, time-worn peaks. A few thoughts floated in the orc's mind with some struggle. Maybe...he wasn't supposed to smash right now? Maybe.....there was more he could do than smas
Suddenly a giant, coral encrusted leviathan rose out of the water, covered in mercreatures staring daggers at the bloodthirsty beast that refused to stay down.
The creature had the shape of a whale with uncompromising, crustacean-like coral forming an exoskeleton. Large and small tentacles burst from the sides of it, ready to lunge for it's prey. Ganger smirked and snatched the encyclopedia from his double, trying to identify the impressive new creature. If the green machine couldn't take it down, he was going to have fun with it.
---I've earned exactly nothing in my life from NOT being a cocky bastard---