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| Topic Started: Mar 13 2011, 04:29 PM (1,713 Views) | |
| Raiu | Apr 26 2011, 12:25 AM Post #31 |
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What went through Alba's head as she stood with the bodies of former Valuans and former... Calling them people would be strange... former things was quite simply the normal reaction by a noble who was used to seeing killing on what seemed to be a weakly basis. True, she was a noble who had killed recently but that is besides the point. She felt numb and just ignored the bodies, stepping over them when she needed to. She noticed the Valuan Captian, Daiohma... "My word." Was he?... Yes, he really was sliding on ice like a master of some long forgotten art. The armor would have been a major hindrance but, in truth, it seemed like the Captian was ignoreing the encumbering armor like it was not even there. In the words of an experenced sailor (Who often made port in the Lower City. It is very easy to get past the barriers between the cities if one knew where to look.) "Wow." She nodded at the man when he landed nearby, "Captian. Excellent show." She could not say much more before a thick wall of ice blocked her view of the machine (Which was most likly a blessing, given that it was made for mass murder.). With that threat gone for the moment, Alba decided to look around again, searching for anything she could use. Lo and behold, she found one... just not what she expected. The weapon of their fallen ally, Roarke, was embeded in the door in which monsters, usually large feline things, were unleashed on the defenseless people in the Arena. The same door happened to be nearby Alba and, for some reason, she knew that the blade of the polearm was a moonstone... "A black moonstone... Oh what the Hell. Captian, try to keep the madman busy for a moment." Thank the Moon she was not wearing high heels. She ran towards the weapon and, once she placed her hands on the weapn (Sorry guard. Blame my small stature.)), she started to channel energy through the moonstone. It. Sucked. Massively. It felt like her arms were trying to tear themselves apart, muscle by muscle. For a man, the pain would have been unbareable. For a woman? Piece of cake. It still sucked though and she didn't want to go through a first time with that shade of moonstone ever again. She let loose the energy being channeled into her by the 'stone and unleashed it in a nameless spell. The energy seemed to buzz as it left her hand and a small cluster of black dots sped away like something a bored god of plague was summon. Alba had no idea how to aim the damned thing and where it would hit was a mystery to her. One thing was sure, the Exicutioner would be loseing that armor. In the mean time, Alba was doing her best impression of a fish woman who was married to a sailor. Pain is easier to handle when cursed off. |
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| Jet Blackbeard | Apr 28 2011, 08:20 PM Post #32 |
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Illyrian's fiery spell flew straight. Once it met its mark the Pyrulen spell would ignite the fuses of the explosive cannonballs, causing them all to explode at once. As he surmised this would destroy the cannon-arm at the very least, possibly causing more serious damage to the Gladiator's internal mechanisms as well. It would have done all of this if not for a stroke of luck. The recoil from the shot it had just fired caused the Gladiator's cannon to lurch upward just enough for the Pyrulen spell to miss its barrel. Instead it struck the underside of the arm and exploded. Intense heat blanked the machine, causing its paint to sizzle and the crest atop its head to burst into flames. In the aftermath the Gladiator's iron frame became red hot and would cause severe burns to anyone who touched it within the next few moments. It was otherwise unharmed. ~ The Gladiator's charge towards Alba and Daiohma was scarcely interrupted by the Pyrulen blast. It came on like a deranged war god, mace raised to strike a lethal blow. "Kyahahahahaaa!!!!" Deloco's voice cackled from the speaker. "Now you die~ie~ieieieeeeee!!!" His threat trailed off into a high-pitched cry as the Gladiator reached the ice slick and spun out of control. The Gladiator swerved off course once again and ploughed to a stop several yards away from the two. There it sat for a moment, smoke rising from its body. Deloco's voice gasped and snorted over the speaker in obvious irritation. Alba's attempt at a Necri spell struck the Gladiator from behind but had no effect whatsoever. The power of the Black Moonstone was unleashed but whatever source of power gave the machine life was shielded from the magic underneath its heavy iron armor. Finally the Gladiator spun around to face Daiohma and Alba. "Heh heh, well played. But I suppose I can scrath the high-speed trial off my list. Let's see how my machine does in low gear!" He crowed. Then the Gladiator began a slow and steady advance towards the duo who were cowering next to the door. This time the machine's advance was not encumbered by the ice. Moving slowly across the slick surface the Gladiator's wide base gave it more than enough balance to remain upright and its great weight caused the ice to shatter beneath its treads. In only a few seconds it had come again to menace the two. "How, where were we? Oh yes......NOW DIE!" Deloco cried as the Gladiator's mace came up a second time. ~ "You okay?" Bear asked as he helped Illyrian to stand. He looked the mage over, taking stock of his wounded arm. "You can still cast spells right? I have an idea but I'll need your help pulling it off." Seeing the Gladiator advancing on the others Bear offered Illyrian his shoulder to lean on. "No time to explain! Just follow my lead!" He added as he hurried over to lend Daiohma and Alba a hand. As he neared the machine Bear thrust the haft of his axe through his belt and reached into his pocket. He withdrew a rough, blockish piece of Purple Moonstone, the same one he'd found in the mountains of his homeland so long ago. The stone was much like he was; rough and unrefined, but it did help him to focus what little magical talent he possessed. In fact Bear only knew one spell. But he'd learned how to apply that one spell to its fullest. His meager Crystali spell could barely contain a single person, much less a massive machine like the Gladiator. But the machine itself wasn't his target. Bear had studied the Gladiator's appearance earlier. He'd located its three primary means of attack, noting that both the cannon and the spiked ram were integrated into its frame. But the mace...., well it wasn't part of the Gladiator's construction at all. And if it wasn't bolted down or welded in place then it was the the most obvious target to attack. Bear gripped his Moonstone and concentrated. "Moons.....lend me your power!" He cried, unleashing his spell. ~ The Gladiator's mace swept downward, striking Daiohma squarely in the chest. "Kyahahahahahaaaa......ha.....ha....huh?" Deloco's triumphant laughter was cut short as he observed Daiohma's condition. The man should have been reduced to a bloody heap by the mace's viciously spiked head and yet he lived, albeit knocked flat by the blow. The Gladiator lifted its mace so that Deloco could examine it through the machine's mechanical eyes. To his surprise he found that the mace's head had become completely encased in ice! The extra weight had made the Gladiator's attack awkward and the thick ice surrounded the spikes, blunting them and preventing any from piercing Daiohma's armor. "Hey! That was dirty!" Deloco yelled down at Daiohma, whom he assumed had cast the spell. He was unaware that the true culprit and a wizard who could do far worse were closing in on his precious invention from behind. ~ "I've done that a few times before! Works like a charm eh?" Bear laughed as he took in Deloco's predicament. "But my spell wasn't enough. If you can hit it with something a little stronger I'm hoping that mace will be too heavy for the arm to support. We can at least take that weapon out of its arsenal!" Bear was certain Illyrian could finish what he'd started. Surely his spell-casting ability was more than up to the task. Edited by Jet Blackbeard, May 7 2011, 12:19 AM.
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| The Karlminion | Apr 29 2011, 09:10 PM Post #33 |
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"Yes, I'll be fine," Illyrian replied. With a few moments to focus he could easily heal himself, but that wasn't about to happen while that machine still stood. He was put out by the failure of his attack, and resolved to aim a little more carefully next time. In the meantime he watched as the Gladiator spun out of control on the ice sheet Daioh had created, noting with some satisfaction that the thing's high-speed charges could be so easily nullified; good to remember, for future reference. Bear said he had a plan, and was offering a shoulder if the sorcerer needed it; he wasn't so badly hurt, but he leaned on the burly Viking anyway and hurried over to where the thing was menacing their allies. The mace came up, but Bear cast a spell and the attack was rendered mostly harmless; Illyrian saw what Bear was up to instantly, and reached for his Purple Moonstone. "Good plan, Bear," he muttered. "I can take it from here, though." And while Deloco cursed and raved at Daioh and Alba, Illyrian charged his attack, watching the thing for any sign of mischief. The stone charged quickly, frost curling up his black sleeve, and he had time to reflect on how he had acquired this particular stone; he'd been in Glacia, years before the Crystal Wars, running interference for a Nasrean treasure hunting expedition, and they had been accosted by the strange monsters of the area. Thanks to his skill in Red magic they were no great issue, and one of them had left the little Purple rock behind. Whether it was an actual Moonstone or some remnant of the monster, Illyrian wasn't sure, but he'd taken it and had it cut and polished to his satisfaction, and had used it ever since. It was a powerful tool in his hands, and today it would prove both their worths. All this went through his head in a second, and by then the Moonstone was completely encased in ice, along with his hand, and his arm had thin lengths of frost reaching up it. "Now, let us try again," he muttered, taking careful and calculated aim at the Gladiator's mace weapon before thrusting his arm forward with a shout of 'Crystalen!' Rather than a single tiny point of fire, the icy spell manifested as a blast of cold, icy air flung through the air, right for the gigantic (and hopefully fragile) mace. In the split second between casting and striking, Illyrian hoped and prayed that this time, his spell casting would take effect and they could deal some meaningful damage to the hideous construct. |
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| Daiohma | Apr 30 2011, 06:15 PM Post #34 |
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The Ice Fang
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Daiohma watched as Deloco's Gladiator turned to face him. ''This could be bad'' he said to Alba as he turned back to face her. He was shocked for a second as she was not there. He looked over to see her running to one of the huge wooden doors. Suddenly the noise of the tank grabbed his attention. Daiohma stood up and faced the oncoming tank as it raced across the colosseum at what he presumed was it's full speed. ''Come on, slip you monster.'' He muttered under his breath. The Gladiator hit the ice at such a great speed that it spun out of control. As it sat there for a Minuit, Deloco must of been surprised, a black wave of magic hit the machine. ''Necri!?'' Daiohma had never seen this attack before but had done research about what little there was to know from Black moonstones. He looked in the direction the attack came from to see Alba exhausted from using the attack. A loud sound of cracking ice came from the direction of the Gladiator, as he turned to face the machine again he already knew it was approaching them at a slow speed so that it could maneuver on the ice. Waiting as the machine approached he knew there was no place to run, not that he would ever back down from a fight. The machine towered over them, it eyes glowing bright like that of the yellow moon. Daiohma braced himself for the next attack. "How, where were we? Oh yes......NOW DIE!" Deloco screamed over the Gladiator's speakers. The Gladiator raised its arm that held it's mace. Daiohma knew this would not end well as he dodged to the side anticipating a downwards swing of the mace. Unfortunately Deloco was not as dumb as he sounds and the mace swung sideways on, as the mace flew at Daiohma he hears Bear's voice. "Moons.....lend me your power!" Daiohma was stuck in the chest by the mace and slipped over on the ice. He opened his eyes and could not believe that he was still alive. As he looked up he saw that the mace was covered in ice. Bear had saved him, a pirate saved him!? He did not have time to think this over as he heard Deloco's voice snap at him. "Hey! That was dirty!" ''Dirty?'' Daiohma stood up and faced the machine. ''Says the wacko using a metal giant to do his dirty work.'' He dashed to one side to avoid any more attacks, doing so he saw that Bear had Illyrian with him. He watched as Illyrian's hand became covered in ice. He thrust his arm forwards ''Crystalen!'' It was obvious that he was aiming for the mace that Bear had first attacked. As the spell was cast Daiohma's took notice of the metal spikes on the front of the machine. He held his arm with his clawed gauntlet across his body and held on to it with his other hand. The purple moonstone began to shine bright as he focused. The gauntlet began to freeze up as the moonstone reached the level he needed. He slammed his gauntlet into the ice that was still on the ground around him. ''Crystales'' he called out. The ice ran across the ground causing icicles to shoot up from the ground. Normally he would of took the time to aim and hit his target dead on, but in this situation he did not have the time that he needed. Hopefully at least one of the icicles would hit the machine head on. If he could cover the front in ice then the spiked front would only be like a normal battering ram and not so deadly. He watched on hoping for the best. |
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| Raiu | Apr 30 2011, 09:48 PM Post #35 |
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Well that...sucked. After all that pain the attack didn't even work. It was useful though... Alba looked at the machine and, upon seeing that it was occupied with her allies, turned back to the weapon and pulled herself up onto it. It was stuck fast and she lept from it to the top of the wall separateing the Arena floor and the stands. She dropped down into the stands and hid beind it, using it to catch her breath... When an idea came to her. Lightning went for the tallest and closest tower of metal and the machine was very big. It would be hard as Hell though... "Screw it." She sighed and focused her mind, pushing through the pain that was fading but still strong, on her yellow ring. She was horridly weak in magic when compaired to Illyrian so the best she could mannage was distractions. She gritted her teeth as she reached upwards towards the clouds, calling forth a bolt of lighting. It wasn't as strong as the last one and she had to guide it to the machine but it hit... Hopefully with enough effect... "Come on... Work... Edited by Raiu, May 1 2011, 08:51 PM.
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| Jet Blackbeard | May 2 2011, 08:49 PM Post #36 |
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Deloco was intent upon removing the ice from the Gladiator's mace. He slammed the heavy weapon against the ground a half-dozen times in an attempt to shatter it. The sandy ground of the arena's floor wasn't hard enough though and all he managed to do was pound a shallow hole into the ground. During this little temper-tantrum Alba had time to escape the Gladiator's clutches by scrambling up the wall and into the bleachers. Daiohma however remained and quickly became the focus of Deloco's ire once again. "Stand still! I'll get you this time for sure!" Deloco screamed through the speaker, the Gladiator's ice-encrusted mace rising as he as it's reach permitted. Ice or no ice the insane admiral would bludgeon the turncoat captain into a pool of gore. But just as the mace reached its pinnacle Illyrian's spell struck. Unlike Bear's feeble magic this attack had a great deal more power behind it. The mace's head became encased in a large block of ice that quickly spread down its shaft and up to the Gladiator's wrist. The sheer weight of it caused its mechanical arm to bend backward. At the same time the Gladiator's treads rose several inches off of the ground as well. And that was when Daiohma's spell was cast. The wave of ice raced across the ground on its intended course. But instead of spreading across the machine's front (which was no longer touching the ground) a thick icicle burst upward, catching just below the Gladiator's front fender and lifting it even further off of the ground. "Whoa oh oh oh.....HEY!" Deloco shrieked as his machine teetered precariously. It was weighed down from the back by the frozen mace while being pushed upward by Daiohma's spell. And then, as if on cue, Alba's spell struck, breaking the delicate balance and sending the Gladiator toppling over on its backside. For the next several seconds the machine's treads spun at full speed, churning up deep ruts where they were touching the ground. But the Gladiator barely moved at all. "Why you little......argh! Just you wait!" Deloco's agitated voiced warned over the speaker. There was a crackling sound as the machine's right arm broke free from the ice that still held its weapon prisoner. With a great deal of effort the Gladiator got both of its elbows beneath it and slowly pushed the its bulk upright. As it began to right itself the treads spun in reverse, finding purchase and at last setting the machine upright. One of the Gladiator's exhaust tubes was bent but the machine was otherwise unphased by its fall. Deloco's pride however had probably suffered a telling blow. The Gladiator's head tilted to inspect the condition of its mace. Its eyes flared with a yellow glow at the sight. The mace was completely encased in a solid chunk of ice and wouldn't be thawing out any time soon. Something drastic would have to be done to free it. Then, with another burst of speed, the Gladiator spun around, catching Illyrian and Bear in its sights. It glanced back and forth between the two, its eyes finally settling on the mage. "It was you wasn't it? Oh, you'll pay for that!" Deloco cried, the right hand of the Gladiator pointing first at Illyrian and then at its frozen weapon. Treads churning the Gladiator rushed towards Illyrian. But just before it reached him it came skidding to a stop. If Illyrian were expecting another charge attack he would be totally surprised by what came next. "Come here you!" Deloco yelled. The Gladiator's empty hand shot out, wrapping around Illyrian's waist and lifting him bodily off of the ground. The machine then spun around to face the others. It held Illyrian aloft, displaying the captured mage to his comrades. "Well, it seems I've lost a weapon." Deloco began. "But gained a dandy shield!" Now using Illyrian as a human shield the Gladiator rumbled forward. Its cannon targeting the stands where Alba had taken cover. A thunderous clap heralded the release of another cannonball that streaked into the stands, sending chunks of stone flying in all directions. Edited by Jet Blackbeard, May 2 2011, 09:09 PM.
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| The Karlminion | May 3 2011, 10:06 PM Post #37 |
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"Good plan, Bear," Illyrian told the Viking with a satisfied smirk. He watched as the machine flailed helplessly, digging ruts in the ground that would no doubt come in handy later on if it came down to it; he was gratified that his spellwork had done the trick this time, but knew he couldn't let his guard down until it was reduced to rubble. "But we can't relax yet, you know; stay on guard." Too quickly for his tastes the Gladiator got upright again, somehow freeing its arms enough to use its elbows for traction and leverage; the treads did the rest, digging more ruts into the ground. Deloco had to rant and rave some more before spinning about, displaying an unusual perceptiveness in identifying Illyrian as the culprit of the abomination's temporary disability. "What gave it away, I wonder," the Black Mage remarked snidely, bowing ironically as the thing charged forward again. He tensed and prepared to leap aside once more, but the thing screeched to a halt and, stupidly, he stayed in place, wondering what it was up to now. Before he could finish the thought though, the thing's arm swooped in, snatching him by the waist and hauling him upright! "Hey!" he yelled in surprise, sheer shock holding him helpless for a few crucial moments. "You dare manhandle a Telcondera?! Unhand me this instant!" Beating at the metal fingers did little good, even with his enhanced strength and speed; he had to think his way out of this, if there was a way out at all. Hissing in dread and embarrassment Illyrian could only struggle as the machine turned again and shot forward for Daioh's position; the cannon came up, and he could tell the thing meant to fire for Alba's hiding place. He only hoped she had enough sense to have moved after casting her spell, but he couldn't spare any thought for anyone's predicament but his own. The thing was just about to fire when he realized he still had his Purple Moonstone in his grasp; acting on wild instinct he twisted about and fired a spell at the machine's head, at point-blank range, with a shout of 'Crystales!' There was no time to focus and charge the spell as he preferred to do, which increased the already potent power of his magic, but he was still among the most powerful sorcerers alive today; at the very least the ice would block the thing's sight and hinder its movements that way. |
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| Daiohma | May 4 2011, 12:04 PM Post #38 |
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The Ice Fang
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Daiohma watched on as Deloco's machine lost control, its front pushed up by his ice attack. The treads turning faster and faster as Deloco tried to get the machine back under control and on the ground. The joint attack was effective but only for a short while. The Machine got itself back upright and turned to face Illyrian. In the blink of an eye the machine reached out and grabbed Illyrian in its huge metal hand. "Well, it seems I've lost a weapon." Deloco began. "But gained a dandy shield!" Deloco laughed out, turning to face Daiohma and Bear. It held Illyrian out towards them as if to show off it's new shield, one that had a look of embarrassment on his face. It was not looking good, this monster of a machine now had one of their team members in its hands, they could not attack as long as he was a target. Just then the Tank reached out with its cannon arm, it pointed right at Daiohma and bear. Just as the arm stretched out Daiohma realized it was aimed far too high for it to make contact with him or Bear. He quickly remembered that Alba was within the stands behind them. ''We can't let it fire!'' Daiohma called out to Bear. Just as he called out Illyrian was already casting a ice spell, It looked like Crystales. It was not focused right but who could have the time to focus when in that situation. The attack was clearly aimed at the machine's head, probably an attempt to blind the tank. A loud rumble shattered the moment of silence as the tank shot a cannonball at the stands which Alba was hiding within. The cannonball made contact with a large explosion which sent parts of the stand flying over the coliseum. Large chunks of the stands hit the floor of the colosseum, the destructive power of that cannon was not to be underestimated. As Daiohma looked up at what used to be the stands he could only hope that Alba would of moved away from her last position when she used her yellow magic. He quickly focused his attention back on Deloco's tank. It still had it's cannon arm stretched out at the stands, smoke rising from it. It had all happened so fast, just then Daiohma got an idea. He was good when it came to tactical planning and he had just seen a small but probably effective advantage. It would be a big risk to him but he had noticed that after this machine fired it's cannon, what would be the odds that Deloco would fire again right away!?. If he was right he could cause Deloco some more confusion. Daiohma turned to Bear, the man who moments ago saved him from being crushed by the huge mace. ''I have a plan, it could buy us some time'' Daiohma turned to face the machine. ''See if you can do anything about getting Illyrian out of there.'' With that he raced towards the tank, he was hoping that Illyrian's last attack had temporarily blinded or distracted the tank from seeing him get so close. He jumped up onto it's treads and ran up to become face to face with its cannon arm. He stopped and swung his arm with his clawed gauntlet on backwards, the purple moonstone shining bright as he thrusted his arm forwards into the barrel of the cannon. ''Crystali'' Daiohma could feel the chill of ice cover his arm. He had no idea what the outcome of forcing a Crystali spell into a cannon would do, but he owed his life to these people now. Edited by Daiohma, May 7 2011, 05:33 PM.
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| Raiu | May 7 2011, 06:21 PM Post #39 |
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Alba was, quite simply, stunned by the blast that had happened after she had cast her spell, which had hit the machine but with no effect. Her ring didn't produce that much light nor did the bolt come from her direction... So he must have been fireing indiscrimately. "Insane fishbowl..." Thankfully she had moved a bit from her last point and was out of the blast itself, though she was rattled a little. She started to crawl again and she felt something wrong with her leg, she wasn't sure what though and she looked. Big mistake. Her right leg looked like a bloody porcupine right now, shards of wood sticking out at rough angles. Alba knew she should be in massive pain right now but she couldn't feel it. "Oh... Shit... Shit...Shit..." She dragged herslef away from where she was, hid behind one of the collums and started to treat her leg. Now she could feel the pain... "Ow..." She wasn't going to be of any help now. Not for a while. |
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| Jet Blackbeard | May 8 2011, 12:06 AM Post #40 |
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The Gladiator's pace slowed considerably as its head crusted over with ice. Its vision was obviously being obstructed, limiting Deloco's ability to control his invention. Obstructed but not completely blocked. The machine's right arm rose instinctively to clear its field of vision, jostling Illyrian who was still a captive in its grasp. Then, recalling his valuable hostage Deloco ceased his attempts to brush the ice away and made due with what limited sight he had. "Hmm....." Bear muttered as the Gladiator rolled past him without so much as glancing in his direction. He loped alongside the machine, joining up with Daiohma. The renegade captain seemed to have some plan in mind. "I think I can get ol' Illy down from there." Bear replied. The mage's spell had given him an idea of his own. As Daiohma leapt atop the slow-moving Gladiator from the front Bear mounted it from behind. Unfastening his cloak the Viking leapt up and wrapped the thick fabric around the machine's head, totally blocking its view. The translucent ice had been bad enough but now Deloco's view from the Gladiator's cameras was totally blocked. He could no longer ignore the problem. "You insignificant little insects!" He screeched into the speaker. The machine's right hand lashed out, casting Illyrian to the ground. It then reached up, pulling Bear's cloak away from its face and breaking the ice that had formed across it. Daiohma's task was already completed, unbeknownst to Deloco, and he had had ample time to get clear of the Gladiator. Bear was not so fortunate. The mechanical arm reached up once again, grasping the Viking by the arm and pulling him off of its back. "What's this? A monkey on my back?" Deloco chortled. He dangled Bear's body in front of the Gladiator's face, mocking him for a moment. And then the cannon arm came up, aiming at the Viking's chest for a point-blank shot. "Oh crap..." Bear muttered, seeing the ice that was blocking the weapon's barrel. This was not going to be pretty. (OOC - Okay, this is the final round of the second stage. My next post will include the event that triggers the Gladiator's vulnerability.) |
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