RE: Grand Battle (S?) (Round 1: Matmor Atoll)
07-15-2013, 04:43 AM
The Three-fringed Destined Shell Rider twirled his bident, leaping from the Leviathan. He could not wait any longer. He would kill the two figures where they stood. They were facing each other and that gave him the perfect chance. Landing on the ground with a silent crunch, he stalked quietly towards them. The Great Leviathan could hold against the vicious muscled beast long enough, that he was sure of.
He would use the time to kill the two, the blue monster first, for she seemed the most dangerous of the two. Of course, the other one could fly and that would pose a problem. While he slowly stalked forward and planned his attack, he never realized that something could be just as stealthy as he could. He felt a sharp slice across his side and whirled around, striking the attacker's weapon with the shaft of his spear. A toothy grin tugged at his thin lips as the weapon stuck into a nearby pillar with a thunk. He would definitely beat this imbecile of an attacker and then he would kill the two. Perhaps they would even soften each other up. Reaching to his back, he yanked a spear from its sheath and stabbed forward, catching his assailant in the face. He thought.
Ganger grabbed the spear with his free hand, breaking it and yanking the head from his mask. He smiled against the wood, this fishman's expression was priceless. How arrogant. He seriously underestimated the people he was up against. Ganger would show him though. One hand gripped a short, katana like sword and the other, which once held his beloved machete, now gripped the splintered wood of the fishman's spear. Who uses wood for underwater combat anyway? Ganger watched silently as his adversary tossed the broken shaft away and reached back to grab another one, only lunging forward when the merman had his spears at ready. Wood clunked against wood and his sword stuck into the other spear. He was going to have fun with this one. He actually knew how to fight.
Tome Jones and his mount tore through dozens of merfolk soldiers as they dashed across the surface of the water, foam spraying into his eyes. They had been trying to dislodge the humanoid from the Shellbeast's back for who knows how long, wanting to keep the beast unharmed for their greatest fighter. Tome only had to point and his loyal friend would crush, splatter, even bite the soldiers in half. Jones was no slacker in battle either, grabbing a soldier that had managed to get close and breaking his neck. He roared, the Shellbeast roaring with him and once again the merfolk tried to shield themselves from the sound, only to cripple under the sonic assault. It stretched on for minutes, both man and beast falling silent once the merfolk were nothing more than bobbing masses on the surface. He spotted another figure on the nearby shore and it was... waving at him. This did not settle with him well. At all.
Doppel waved at the corpse-man. He hoped he would be calm if and when he arrived on shore. He wanted to talk with one of the biggest threats on the atoll. Tom Jones seemed strong, but with the beast of the local's legends and whatnot as his loyal pet, he was equipped to take out a good portion of the contestants. DoppelGanger did not want to be one of those contestants. Perhaps he and Tim could... strike a deal.
He would use the time to kill the two, the blue monster first, for she seemed the most dangerous of the two. Of course, the other one could fly and that would pose a problem. While he slowly stalked forward and planned his attack, he never realized that something could be just as stealthy as he could. He felt a sharp slice across his side and whirled around, striking the attacker's weapon with the shaft of his spear. A toothy grin tugged at his thin lips as the weapon stuck into a nearby pillar with a thunk. He would definitely beat this imbecile of an attacker and then he would kill the two. Perhaps they would even soften each other up. Reaching to his back, he yanked a spear from its sheath and stabbed forward, catching his assailant in the face. He thought.
Ganger grabbed the spear with his free hand, breaking it and yanking the head from his mask. He smiled against the wood, this fishman's expression was priceless. How arrogant. He seriously underestimated the people he was up against. Ganger would show him though. One hand gripped a short, katana like sword and the other, which once held his beloved machete, now gripped the splintered wood of the fishman's spear. Who uses wood for underwater combat anyway? Ganger watched silently as his adversary tossed the broken shaft away and reached back to grab another one, only lunging forward when the merman had his spears at ready. Wood clunked against wood and his sword stuck into the other spear. He was going to have fun with this one. He actually knew how to fight.
Tome Jones and his mount tore through dozens of merfolk soldiers as they dashed across the surface of the water, foam spraying into his eyes. They had been trying to dislodge the humanoid from the Shellbeast's back for who knows how long, wanting to keep the beast unharmed for their greatest fighter. Tome only had to point and his loyal friend would crush, splatter, even bite the soldiers in half. Jones was no slacker in battle either, grabbing a soldier that had managed to get close and breaking his neck. He roared, the Shellbeast roaring with him and once again the merfolk tried to shield themselves from the sound, only to cripple under the sonic assault. It stretched on for minutes, both man and beast falling silent once the merfolk were nothing more than bobbing masses on the surface. He spotted another figure on the nearby shore and it was... waving at him. This did not settle with him well. At all.
Doppel waved at the corpse-man. He hoped he would be calm if and when he arrived on shore. He wanted to talk with one of the biggest threats on the atoll. Tom Jones seemed strong, but with the beast of the local's legends and whatnot as his loyal pet, he was equipped to take out a good portion of the contestants. DoppelGanger did not want to be one of those contestants. Perhaps he and Tim could... strike a deal.