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[Round 2 - C] Pennywise & Shantotto vs Link & Clownpiece - Karl Jak - 06-25-2018
Pennywise and Shantotto stepped forward as the teleportation wisps faded. Almost immediately, Shantotto found herself taken aback by the devastation. Once glorious structures were shattered, blackened infernos. The stench of death washed over the entire area.
It merely leaned its head back and breathed deep the beautiful aroma.
“Reporting for duty,” a gruff voice barked from behind the pair. Shantotto spun and saw that there was a collection of ragtag soldiers standing in tight formation. A man with a pistol and a helmet concealing the top half of his head stepped forward from the collection. The warrior tilted its strong chin down to look at the minute prime, and after a smile filled with perfect teeth, he disengaged the safety on his pistol. “Judge Jak reporting for duty.”
On the far side of what had once been a park, Link and Clownpiece had emerged and found themselves confronted by their ‘allies’—a collection of hideous demonic creatures.
While Link seemed mortified, Clownpiece was all smiles. “Oh, I do love this,” the hell fairy sneered as a 9-foot behemoth of a demon strode forward.
Its hulking form was stitched together with massive staples, and the whole create stank of sulfur and decomposing flesh. A bloodstained purple butcher’s apron clung to its form as he hefted a rhinestone-studded clever onto its shoulder. Its other hand moved up to smooth out the coifed black hair that sat between two massive, curled horns. “Butcher Jak, at your disposal.”
Quote:Word Limit: 850
Posts: 2
Time Limit: 48 hours
Random Elements: On
Damage Meter: Off
Time limit starts at 5 pm CDT on June 25, 2018
“Omniverse: End Times” – You are fighting a post-apocalyptic version of the Omniverse. The Fight Area is a 2 square mile chunk of Coruscant’s Tier 1, although the entire place has long-since been overrun by Diablo and the Underverse itself. The skies are blood red, the machinery and shining metals of Coruscant are rusted and warped. Several of the landmarks are still visible on the skyline, even if they are crumbling or otherwise… befouled by the darkness of the Lord of Terror. In this battle, one side portrays ‘survivors’ of this apocalypse, while the other represent a horde of Diablo’s faithful.
Stipulation: Team A will receive backup in the form of a squad of 10 stormtroopers and 3 space marines, and a Judge (but not the Judge). Team B will receive backup in the form of a squad of 10 Doom Guard, 3 succubi, and the Butcher (all three are Diablo mobs). All these units are considered exactly the same capabilities in terms of ‘gameplay’ so there’s no advantage or disadvantage to each side.
Shantotto/Pennywise are the Coruscant side
Link/Clownpiece are the Underverse side
RE: [Round 2 - C] Pennywise & Shantotto vs Link & Clownpiece - Pennywise - 06-26-2018
A mighty blast of smoke-laden wind smote the earth, howling through the windowless shells of decimated buildings. Squinting her eyes against the caustic plumes of ozone and ash, Shantotto judged the distance between her forces and their hellish adversaries. The convoy of abominations loomed toward them, brilliant cinders dancing amidst their twisted and misshapen forms.
Satisfied with her assessment, the little mage turned to Judge Jak. “These are worthy foes. We would do well to stay on our toes.”
The Judge bowed his head in solemn agreement. “As you say.” A distant growl of something like thunder rattled the ground beneath their feet, stray embers hissing as they streamed from the roiling, deathly-dark clouds above; the Judge looked expectantly at her. “What are your orders, commander?”
“I—“ Shantotto paused, mouth clicking shut. She had never had such a ragtag militia under her command before; needless to say, she had a bit of stage fright.
Quite abruptly, a flicker of movement drew the mage’s attention in the direction of their enemies. What she saw nearly made her scream in frustration.
Pennywise had begun to slowly lope forward.
Upon seeing Pennywise’s steady advance, Shantotto began to swiftly direct the Stormtroopers until they flanked her on either side, some taking cover behind mounds of crumbling concrete with their blasters at the ready. The black material of her robes whirled about her like a triumphant ship’s sails, her staff held aloft like a beacon amid the scene of utter destruction. Still, it was with great reluctance that she turned to her Judge and the trio of soldiers in heavy armor at his side.
“You must accompany the clown in Its assault,” she said, helpfully pointing her staff in the right direction. “Stay out of Its way or an early demise will be entirely your fault.”
“Aye,” replied the Judge, ripping a cigarette out from his teeth and grinding it into the dirt. He shook out his shoulders as if loosening the muscles from a long, long rest. “Let’s give these hellspawn a show, boys.”
He broke into a run, a sharp whistle ringing over his shoulder. The distinct burrrooom of an engine roaring to life answered him, a bulky-seeming motorcycle swinging out from behind a nearby ruin and speeding angrily toward him. With a running leap and a practiced sweep of his leg, the Judge hopped astride the bike, leaning forward in the low-slung seat as a sea of flames rocketed by.
“Chaaaarge!” the hellish fairy-general shrieked, her torch raising in tandem with Shantotto’s glowing staff.
Chaos erupted. Pennywise struck like a lightning bolt upon meeting the first demonic foot soldiers, ferocious jaws snapping around the midsection of the nearest sack of demented flesh. It wrenched Its skull back with a nauseating squelch, crunching down on a pair of ribs as bits of gore splattered the front of Its costume. The demon let out a bleating scream, limbs doing a silly jig as it was throttled mercilessly about.
A few paces away, Link’s palms sweated as he swiftly notched an arrow, the metal tip flaring brightly as he hauled the bowstring back and released it with a melodic twang!
It had finally let go of the drooping, groaning demon. The distorted grin on Its face was all teeth, tusk-like protrusions of bone glinting in the firelight. Craning Its neck to look for more easy kills, It scarcely had time to react as an arrow thunked into Its side, scorching pain erupting from the wound like a burst infection.
“Hoohoo! Does Santa’s Little Helper want to play, too?” It twittered, crimson painting Its front in hideous detail as It whirled to face the Hylian warrior. It prowled forward with achingly delicate steps, claws splitting the ends of Its gloves into tatters. “Don’t worry… Pennywise’ll be gen-teeeeell this time…”
Link glanced around. The space marines had engaged his and Clownpiece’s succubi allies, their massive bolters belting out streams of deadly lead that often struck true. There was also the man on the strange, rumbling metallic steed. He circled round and round Butcher Jak, craning his mount low to the ground in elegant curves to avoid the Butcher’s massive cleaver.
Clownpiece herself was attempting to encroach upon Shantotto’s territory, torch waving about and emanating hypnotic light. Volleys of blasterfire streaked past her tiny form with dozens of separate high-pitched whines; he could see white-armored figures darting about for cover, the sharp crackle of their voices creating a kind of white noise beneath the strident sounds of battle.
Breathing deeply to calm himself, the fair-headed Hylian held the Master Sword before him and slipped into a guarded stance.
Pennywise quailed before the divine blade. It stared at the scintillating, silvery glow that seemed to grow only brighter as the cosmic devourer’s unease built, every particle of Its being repulsed by this balefire of celestial might. But, rage bubbled inside Its mind, too-- rage at being so easily conquered, so utterly cowed and frightened by a little butterknife.
It would slaughter this elf with his own sword.
Quote:850 words - Google Docs
Pennywise used Vortex of Teeth and Claws.
Link used Fairy Bow and Master Sword.
RE: [Round 2 - C] Pennywise & Shantotto vs Link & Clownpiece - Link - 06-28-2018
A hellish wind whipped around the Hylian, sulfur and brimstone flooding his nostrils. Ash and dust assaulted the boy’s eyes, he squinted through the smoke, locking eyes with the Dancing Clown before him. He shook his head quickly, almost as if clearing whatever thoughts clouded his mind. The Hero glanced either side of him, a pair of Doom Guard lumbered beside him, demonic swords brandished. A slight dip of the boy’s chin and the Doom Guard leapt into action, charging a pair of encroaching Stormtroopers with diabolic fervor. Guttural growls escaped the creatures, devilish blades slashing and cutting at sullied white armor, stained by red dust and ash.
Bolter blasts flew past her ears, buzzing with vicious intent as they soared and slammed into derelict buildings, chunks of stone and debris flung into the air as the Hellfairy zipped around, launching bolts of Hellfire toward the Doctor, chortling all the while. Shantotto, however, moved to dodge; dipping away from the Hellspawn’s fire, only to be caught off guard by Clownpiece’s torch, swept out in front of her, casting a brilliant light into the abyss. The Hell Fairy’s laughter echoed, lingering on the putrid air as she all but disappeared, naught but a hallucination on the Doctor’s mind.
The Hylian groaned and rolled his wrist, spinning the Master Sword as he began to circle It. Pennywise responded in kind, like a shark circling its prey, before leaping into action. Claws outstretched threateningly, lunging for the Hylian as they darted about, in some twisted game of cat and mouse. Each thrust forward saw the Hylian backpedalling a few paces. The Clown cackled, warped jubilation present in every action.
Link’s breathed, rapidly, shallowly as he evaded capture and the beast’s maw. The boy drummed his fingers on the hilt of his blade, rhythmically, waiting for his moment to strike. Each of the Clown’s strikes deflected by the boy’s shield, It’s laughter grew louder and louder with each passing moment, elated in the depraved game of tag. Finally, however, the boy saw his moment. The Clown lunged forwards, clawing at the green fabric of his tunic only to be met with a shield to the head as the Hylian spun on heel. It whimpered and clambered backward, clutching the side of It’s head, insides clanging about within it’s skull. The Hero followed up, bringing his sword down in a heavy diagonal sweep, yelling out with his exertion. It staggered, blood erupting from the wound and seeping down it’s tattered white costume.
Pennywise crumbled to the ground with a thunk, head held in It’s hands. The Hylian approached, sword poised to thrust and shut the Dancing Clown down. The Clown had others plans, however. It lunged forwards, screaming an almighty “BOO!” in the Hylian’s face and swatted the Master Sword from his grip. It brought Link to the ground, resuming it’s haunting cackle, one foot planted on the boy’s wrist, it’s other knee locking the shield to the ground. The Hylian struggled against it as the Clown’s maw closed in on his face, warping into a demented vortex of teeth, each thirsty for blood, eager to satisfy It’s unending hunger.
The boy dug his fingers into the desecrated ground, clutching at a handful of dust and rubble, features contorted with exertion, teeth gritted as he struggled against the Clown’s clutch. A deep inhale and the boy closed his eyes.
“Santa’s Little Helper is ready to die?” It taunted, eager teeth gnashing, itching to sink into the boy’s flesh as It craned it’s neck, inching ever closer toward the Hylian’s dust-ridden countenance.
Exhale
The Hero of Time wrenched his eyes open, the maw of the Clown mere millimeters from his face. He lunged forward, as best he could, his forehead connecting with the thousands of teeth and sending It backwards, off of the Hero. A multitude of teeth dislodged from it’s sickening gums, now rooted deep in the Hylian’s skin.
It roared in frustration, the boy’s blood trickled from It’s teeth, giving It a brief taste of what was to come. A taste was not enough, however, far from it. It’s Hunger must be abated. It loped forwards, It was so tantalisingly close. Link scrambled for his Sword, wrapping his fingers around the hilt gave him some sense of security, hope even. It eyed the blade, another wave of unease wafting over the beast. It’s silvery glow, however, slowly eclipsed by a dull blue that grew in intensity as the seconds passed until finally, a vibrant orange flared, casting it’s light around the battle ravaged war zone.
It tip toed onwards, each step more delicate than the last. It chortled coyly, “That little letter opener doesn’t scare me, Liiiink,” It glowered, before sniffing at the air, “Tasty, tasty fear!” It launched itself for the boy, vicious laughter echoing around him.
The boy spun on heel, the vibrant orange light of his blade flickering before erupting into a wave of fiery energy, a whirlwind dust, debris and flame assaulting the demented Clown’s being as it was blown aside.
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Clownpiece used Hellfire and Am I seeing Things?
Pennywise used Vortex of teefs and claws
Link used a fully charged Spin Attack
RE: [Round 2 - C] Pennywise & Shantotto vs Link & Clownpiece - Shantotto - 06-30-2018
Defeat was an excellent teacher, but one which Shantotto had hoped she wouldn’t be learning from again quite so soon. Alas, the previous lessons had brought forth a revelation that was harsh in its reality, one which belied the true power of those in this tournament. No longer would the mage hold back; instead, she would obliterate, incinerate, and decimate any being foolish enough to stand between her and victory. This demonic army was no exception.
Her monster of a partner had left her with little choice other than to assign the white-carapaced soldiers the role of laying down suppressive fire from cover. Blaster bolts tore into and burned the flesh of the first hell guards to come within twenty feet of Shantotto, the stench of rancid, charred flesh reminiscent of a crematorium. Still, it wasn’t long before the fleshy, spiny monsters were clambering over the rubble, their infernal weapons and raw strength wreaking havoc upon many hapless Stormtroopers.
The mage winced as blood-curdling screams filled the air, struggling to keep a weather eye on the star-spangled jester leading the demonic forces. Purple flames erupted from the small fairy girl’s free hand, the fire from her torch wavering like the lonely gleam of a lighthouse through thick fog. It flashed once, the glare mighty and retina-searing, only for it to vanish altogether an instant later.
Momentarily taken aback by this development, Shantotto glanced sharply around, her narrow-eyed gaze searching for the cause of her alarm. Her heart was racing, yes, and she had been about to use her trusty staff to cast a spell, but… why?
Shantotto brandished her staff before her like a cutlass, ready to strike out at any moment. But, no-- there was no threat. Only the ghostly cast of the fairy-general stood before her, the gaudy stars and stripes of her outfit seeming almost incorporeal. All around the infernal horde swarmed, the unnatural makeup of their bodies writhing through the cloak of reddish smoke and swirling embers that coated the wreck of a city. The hoards seemed to ignore the magi something which puzzled Shantotto quite a bit.
Perhaps she had been mistaken. This figure was clearly a hallucination, and the hand raised toward her was also a hallucination, and the flames engulfing it, surely hallucinatory, and--
A cone of blinding light engulfed Shantotto head-on, intense and all-consuming and markedly sinister. Darkly-lit fires from the deepest pits of hell lapped at her skin, what felt like a hundred phantom fingers upending her ribcage and tearing into her very soul. While she was able to resist for a brief time, it wasn’t long before the fiery pain overcame her, searing inside until she felt that her spirit had been hollowed out like an apple core.
An agonized wail pierced the air; the short mage crumpled into a heap.
“Hah!” Clownpiece gloated, towering over her downed opponent like a victorious trophy hunter. “That was a piece of cake. After those last two guys I was sure we’d run into someone a little tougher, but it seems that you’re just a pair of weaklings!”
Grunting from exertion, Shantotto raised herself up onto one arm. Her other hand reached for her Stardust rod, trembling fingers grasping it in a tight hold.
“Such reckless behavior to charge me all alone. I admire your heart, but your head must be of solid bone!” The mousy mage taunted the foolish fae. Despite the immense pain she was in, she still mustered up the strength to swing her staff toward the malevolent jester in a single, vicious movement.
Water blasted out from the opaline focus of the Stardust rod, sweeping across the stretch of battlefield before the magus. A wave of rushing azure liquid tore at the ground, pushing Clownpiece back towards the remainder of her reinforcements and giving Shantotto the opportunity to stand.
The torrent of water cleared just enough vision through the soot and ash that the mage could make out the hulking form of Pennywise having at it with the teenage boy clad in green. The boy’s shield was giving the clown more trouble than it was worth, it seemed, but the Tarutaru was sure It could handle a simple melee.
She returned her attention to Clownpiece just in time to witness the hell fairy peeling herself from the ground, her gossamer wings and polka-dotted hat absolutely soaked.
Normally, the mage would laugh at the prospect of bombarding another magic user, another imposter. No other could match her skill, a fact which made fighting a frivolous waste of time. This time, however, the goal was simple: win.
An exception could be made.
Her robes burnt, body seared, will unbroken Shantotto’s timeless eyes glared as she once again challenged the very rules of the Omniverse to unleash her devastating might. She wasn't done, though: power glimmered in her brown eyes while she focused on the one thing she needed
Her focus unbroken she commanded the very skies to open up as lightning crashed down in a cascading flash of blinding light upon Clownpiece.
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Stormtroopers take up defensive positions
Shantotto takes a hit from hellfire
retaliates with Flood to give herself distance
Shantotto uses Dimentional Break for one round 2/4 SP used, Stats are
8 ATT
3 DEF
1 SPD
5 TEC
Shantotto uses Burst on CP.
RE: [Round 2 - C] Pennywise & Shantotto vs Link & Clownpiece - Clownpiece - 07-03-2018
Radiant light. A concussive blast. In an instant, the heavens themselves tore open and unleashed their divine wrath down upon the hapless hellspawn. A scream she could not hear rose up from the lips of the star-spangled pierrot, her flesh searing, her senses upended, her body rattled. Clownpiece collapsed onto a ground filled with errant shards of metal and asphalt, the debris cutting shallow grooves into her, but beneath the agonizing lightning burns zigzagging across her flesh, she didn’t feel these small wounds.
Time passed. How much, the fairy couldn’t tell. With her vision black, her ears ringing, and the thick, overwhelming stench of ozone and searing flesh—her flesh—choking her out, the only thing she could use to tell the time was the intermittent throbbing of her lightning-scorched skin, pounding in tune with her racing heart. A soundless groan escaped her as she worked her arms under her prone form, fighting through the agony.
Again! Again these mooks of hers failed to protect her. Failed to keep everyone occupied while she rained hell down upon them! Even with so many already, she needed more. More lunatics! More bodies to throw in the way! If overwhelming force couldn’t do it, then what about overwhelming numbers? Gritting her teeth with newfound determination and swelling with lunatic power, Clownpiece rose up, every inch of her singed body screaming in pain. Hellish pain, welcome pain. Her tattered and shredded dress—torn asunder by the minute mage’s attack—held on by mere threads, but the resolute little fae paid that no mind.
Mad purple eyes met driven brown ones. The tiny doctor seemed almost taken aback, her mouth moving, but no words coming out. What? Scared speechless? Clownpiece tried to say. Her chest heaved with soundless laughter, but all she could hear was the ringing in her ears. Shantotto readied her staff, dazzling, iridescent light swirling and coalescing around its similarly vibrant focus. Two hellish flames sprung up on either side of the Lampad, burning fervently as though summoned from the river Phlegethon itself.
From the fires emerged a pair of hell fairies, one clad in white, her long, purple hair tied in twintails, a similarly-colored sunflower clutched to her chest, the other clad in navy blue, her red hair tied back in a braid, a large rose in her offhand. With a silent laugh, Clownpiece swept her torch up, high into the air, casting its brilliant magenta light not only upon her two new allies but all of the infernal vanguard within range. Red immediately hurled herself forward, diving recklessly through the air towards the Tarutaru.
Shantotto’s eyes widened as she drew her Stardust Rod back, desperately trying to raise the staff to defend herself in time. The tiny fairy barrelled into the even tinier magician, and the good doctor was hurled backward, sent rolling and tumbling over the gravelly ground until she was abruptly stopped, the back of her head smacking against the crumbling remnants of a streetlamp, jarring loose the rust and paint. Clownpiece cackled madly, her laugh unheard by her and distorted by her newfound deafness as Purple floated up and backward, letting loose a shining volley of six tri-colored lasers. With perfect timing, the nymph swept her torch again, casting its glow over the dazed Tarutaru, too disoriented to offer resistance as three pairs of hellish beams slammed into her, one after another.
Bolts of brilliant plasma seared through the air, the changing tide forcing the survivors’ guard to tear their attention from the legions of hell to try to take down this new menace. Clownpiece leaped up into the air, grinning wickedly in spite of the ache weighing her down. The air, once laden with the fetor of blood and decay, now only smelled of fire, smoke, and sulfur. Just like home. The festive fae swung her torch out, conjuring up a line of bright bullets and throwing them at the organized army below. Her own barrage was joined by Purple’s and Red’s, dozens upon dozens of shimmering stars raining down on the hapless infantry. The soldiers’ well-kept formation collapsed as they scattered, everyone desperately out for themselves in the face of a chaotic bullet hell.
The chthonic army surged forward, throwing themselves through the dazzling curtain of missiles, swords at the ready, shields raised above them, protected from the onslaught in ways that their adversaries were not. In no time at all, the Hell Knights were upon them, the steel of their demonic blades flashing as they hacked at the scrambled Stormtroopers.
Her work there done, the energetic Lampad swiveled back to Shantotto, still laughing that twisted laugh in spite of how ragged and hurting she was. The mousy mage, looking a little burnt around the edges, glared up at Clownpiece, the crystal in her staff glinting with a magical light. The fairy simply shook her head and deftly twirled her torch, its purple flame flashing. Shantotto clutched her chest suddenly, mouth contorting in a silent scream, and the pierrot simply sneered. Music to her ears!
Now if only she could hear it.
Quote:847 Words.
Using T1 Assist: Torchlit Fairy x2 for 1 round. 2/6 SP remaining.
Fairy Stats: 2/1/2/0
Fairy Appearances
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Mayflower and Antebellum
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All fairies used: Barrage: Stars and Stripes
Clownpiece used: Agitation to buff her fairies and Phantom Pain to sear “Stripes” into Shantotto’s memory.
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RE: [Round 2 - C] Pennywise & Shantotto vs Link & Clownpiece - Pennywise - 07-04-2018
A whirlwind of ashen dust and charred debris hurtled at gale-force speed from Link’s balletic spin, thrusting Pennywise backward until It was forced to dig Its claws into the cracked earth to slow down, the clownish creature’s talons leaving deep, jagged gouges in their wake. Regaining Its footing, Pennywise gave a dizzying shake of Its head to rid Its costume of rust-colored grit, a movement accompanied by the silvery, sweet jingling of bells. Hatred colored the fiend’s eyes as It eyed up the Hylian warrior, red-painted features twisting into a snarl.
“Tsk, tsk, pretty-boy…” It ground out, words grating like a saw cutting through bone. “Your buddy isn’t here to help you. Best give up while the getting is good.”
The Hero of Time remained silent as always, still recovering from both his spin attack and the teeth lodged in his forehead. Blood trailed into his eyes from the ugly, weltering cuts, dripping like fresh warpaint down his cheeks and chin. Adjusting his grip on the Master Sword, Link tracked the clown’s movements as Pennywise shifted into a feline crouch, Its long limbs and elastic spine ready to pounce.
Just as It made to lunge forward, however, an enormous, meaty leg got in the way, the staples cinching the flesh together straining grotesquely against an amalgamation of rotting skin and muscle. A purple butcher’s apron was half-draped over one thick thigh, riddled with bullet holes and flapping in the wind.
Looking up, Pennywise could see that the apron didn’t really leave much to imagination. In fact, if the apron was a deceased relative of imagination’s, then imagination had been left out of the will altogether. Nothing was hidden by that flimsy garment!
“Mind if I cut in?” Butcher Jak asked, the rhinestones decorating his meat cleaver twinkling prettily (all orange and yellow and brilliant from the scattered building fires) as it swung mightily downward.
Pennywise jerked to the side, the massive blade just barely failing to sever Its head from Its shoulders. Instead, the clown’s fiery-red hair was suddenly smoothed back across Its bulbous scalp as if by a slight breeze. Careening around, the circus terror lashed out with all Its might, claws and rows upon rows of teeth sinking wetly into the bend of the Butcher’s knee.
“Ow!” The towering demon yelped, raising his leg and attempting to shake the comparatively little Pennywise off. “Leggo, you damn ankle-biter!”
It did not let go. The creature held on quite literally by the skin of Its teeth, talon-tipped fingers dragging mercilessly across the Butcher’s leg as It began to climb up the demon lord’s body. Whenever Its claws grazed over one of the staples holding the Butcher’s mass together, Pennywise ripped them out in a fit of fury, cackling madly.
For a moment, Link watched all this happen with a curious mixture of amusement and disgust on his face. The clown’s face was twisted like tissue paper to the side, flapping about like the flimsy material of a mask, Its lips peeled back over the creature’s devil-red gums. No semblance of a cheery circus performer was left, only exposed gums and hundreds of serrated chips of bone.
Butcher Jak was no better. His stitched-together body was even more abominable in motion, rolls of decaying flesh jiggling around and his bedazzled cleaver waving in the air. Still, the Butcher was Link's ally and obviously in need of help. Notching an arrow, Link squinted as he waited for the perfect opportunity to strike. Seeing an opening, he hauled the bowstring back almost to his shoulder, arms straining from the enormous effort. Just as he prepared to loosen his grip and let the bolt fly, however, he was interrupted by a thunderous, world-shattering BANG!
Bright, nerve-searing pain erupted in the Hylian hero’s shoulder, the force of it nearly sending him to his knees. By some blessing granted by the great goddess, Link remained standing, his bow discarded on the ground where he’d dropped it in his shock. He clutched at the wound with a shaking hand, breath hissing through gritted teeth as he felt out the freshly-made hole in his arm. It wept blood, the warm, sticky fluid staining his tunic a dark red.
Movement in Link’s peripheral vision drew his gaze. Standing tall, one foot propped atop his overturned and partially-crushed motorcycle, Judge Jak blew a cooling breath over the barrel of his standard black Lawgiver. A smirk quirked on his lips, a hint of good humor despite the solid set of the man’s jaw.
“You’ve got guts, kid, I’ll give you that. But no one escapes the long arm of the law,” the Judge deliberately took aim, the metal of his gun glinting dangerously. “And I am the law.”
Time seemed to slow down. The Judge pulled the trigger, a screaming incendiary round streaking toward the boy. The Hylian’s hand fled from his shoulder, grabbing onto his shield and bringing it to the fore. In a second’s time the two forces had collided, a raging inferno roaring to life between them.
Quote:850 words - Google Docs
RE: [Round 2 - C] Pennywise & Shantotto vs Link & Clownpiece - Link - 07-06-2018
Pain roared through the Hylian’s body. His chest heaving with every breath, fighting against the ash and debris that littered the putrid air. A steady stream of claret soaked the boy’s tunic, every twinge, every movement eliciting a grimace from him. He wrinkled his nose, groaning as he assessed his current situation. Link raised his shield above him, despite the searing pain. A trio of Doomguard caught sight of the boy’s action and stomped toward him, eager for more blood as he directed them towards the Stormtroopers lingering just beyond the Judge, firing endlessly upon the forces of Diablo.
A crescendo of vicious battle cries erupted from the group of Demonic Knights as they charged, vicious weapons brought to bear upon the pristine white armor of the troopers, entire swathes of plastoid composite torn from their being. Though, they replied in kind, chunks of Doomguard blasted from their being, point blank blaster bolts cauterising wounds as they pounded demonic flesh and erupted out the other side.
Link sneered, his shield arm now hanging limp at his side.The boy shook his head, solemnly, and discarded the Hylian Shield — opting for a rather more brazen tactic. He bullrushed the Judge, sword arm trailing behind him as he ran. The boy drummed his fingers across the hilt of the Master Sword, grim determination painted across his countenance, and a fork of green lightning burst forth from the ring on his finger. The lightning danced around his being from tip to toe before ‘settling’ in the Master Sword, crackling along the length of the blade and emanating an ominous emerald glow. A vague wisp of smoke emanated from the palm of his shield arm, quickly coalescing into the form of his Clawshot. He raised the weapon, aiming vaguely for the Judge. A quick shot from the Clawshot saw the Judge duck to the side, the projectile whizzing past his ear and retracting as quickly as it came.
“Shit..” Judge Jak muttered as he regained his composure. A trio of thuds later and a loud “Hyat!” resounded around the man, his attention drawn to the Hylian lunging for him, Master Sword poised dangerously to sink into his chest. Jak dodged the intended strike only to have the sword plunge into his shoulder. The near destroyed motorcycle served as the boys footing and he spun, tearing a neat gash outwards from the blades resting point, an arc of blood and a pained yell from the judge were enough confirmation for the Hylian, he bounded away from the Judge and the skirmish that raged beside him.
Link sheathed the emerald soaked blade and skulked away, keeping his form low to the ground and behind any cover provided by the cityscape of Coruscant. The Hero ground to a halt in the shadow of what was once a skyscraper, torn asunder by his apparent allies in this fight, dust and sediment whipped up from the ground in a choking cloud. But the boy paid it no heed, his attention on the screaming wound on his shoulder. He tore a length of cloth from his beige undershirt, one end clamped between his teeth, the other wrapped around his shoulder as a makeshift bandage. He growled between gritted teeth as he pulled it tight against the wound and knotted it, instantly staining the cloth red as blood seeped from the wound.
The boy sighed quietly, opting to take a few moments to catch his breath and come to his senses. He dug his heels into the ground and pushed himself up against a gigantic boulder of concrete. Something, however, caught his eye. What he had assumed was a rock rolled over to the side, revealing a dusty red and white helmet, sundered in two and scored with scratches and seared. The boy’s eyes widened as realisation dawned on him. He recognised the helmet.. He’d fought alongside it’s wearer in a different competition of power, in the Graveyard. Blues; Proto Man. A wave of emotion wafted over the teen, regret mostly. He’d been pitted alongside the forces that had done this, taken a friend. Another sigh and the boy shook his head, cleared his thoughts.
He pushed himself to his feet with a groan and willed his Fairy Bow into existence, his quiver filling with a bundle of arrows. Link pulled one and notched it against the string of his bow as he stepped up onto the top of the concrete boulder. The teen mustered what little strength and tenacity remained within and yanked the bowstring back, to his shoulder and the arrowhead erupted into flame. A grunt of relief and the arrow flew, righteous fire leaving a streaking trail in the air as it sailed toward his intended target: Shantotto. Through no amount of luck or insight, the Mousey Mage managed to sidestep the arrow as it sunk into the ground, flame bathing the desecrated ground. However, the boy’s assault was far from over. He leapt into the air, willing his Megaton Hammer into existence, it’s head glinting in the scorching sun and brought to bear unto the mage.
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Link activated his Ring of Lightning for the remainder of the fight. 2/3 SP used
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Link used Megaton Smash on Shantotto. 3/3 SP used
RE: [Round 2 - C] Pennywise & Shantotto vs Link & Clownpiece - Shantotto - 07-08-2018
The silent hero leapt up into the air, the devastating hammer he wielded crashing down along with him. Shantotto grimaced, her mind racing franticly as she watched the immense Megaton Hammer closing in from above. In an act of desperation, the mousy mage swiftly flung up a magical barrier—hoping, praying for it to prevent her from being crushed.
An energy shockwave erupted from the hammer's impact point as Shantotto's hastily-summoned shield succumbed to the thunderous, explosively powerful blow. Sent sprawling, Shantotto felt her lightweight body tumbling, rolling, rag-dolling through the air. Rock scraped at skin, thin streams of blood trickling from the smattering of cuts decorating her body.
After her embarrassing trip through the skies, the midget mage came to a rather abrupt halt by crashing into a crumbling ruin. Her glorious robes were utterly reduced to tatters, dust and pieces of white plaster rained down over her slumped form, Shantotto blinked dazedly at the flame-tinted sky, wondering how on earth things had spiraled out of control so quickly.
A thickly-gloved hand closed around her upper arm, startling the Tarutaru into jerking into a sitting position, completely prepared to defend herself. Instead of an enemy, however, she was greeted by one of the surviving Stormtroopers, a fine ally who quickly helped get the mage back on her feet. A task made difficult by the sheer amount of pain Shantotto was in, unfortunately. At least one of her ribs had been crushed by the resounding blow from the Goron weapon. The uncomfortably tight feeling in her chest and stomach proving to be a hindrance to breathing properly. The mousy mage wheezed a little as she stood, patting the white plastoid-covered arm so that the Imperial soldier would release her.
Miraculously, Shantotto had somehow maintained her grip on her Dimensional Break spell. The foolish teenager brandished his shield and sword once again, Shantotto was sure to mock him with a hearty laugh.
"Fools like you always seem to be confused, prepare to experience pain—" Her words were cut off as the Lampad's torch appeared behind her, fire in the clown-girls hand. Another withering cone of flames washed over the petite woman’s frame as hair, flesh, and cloth burnt under the superheated onslaught.
An explosion rocked the ground as the Stormtrooper did the only thing he could to keep his commander safe. As he withdrew a thermal detonator from his belt and activated it, the soldier understood that in such close proximity there was no chance of his survival. The flare of flame incinerated him instantly; a painless death.
The few seconds he had afforded Shantotto were invaluable to the mage. She noted that the remaining Stormtroopers had fortified a barricade, their numbers not sufficient to hold back the tides of incoming hellspawn. Even so, the Imperial soldiers fought on, blaster rifles spewing lances of red energy at the Hylian boy, forcing him to take cover behind a cluster of twisted metal.
Shantotto hissed in anguish as the skin on her back was seared, blisters already forming upon delicate flesh. Her seething gaze on the star-spangled pierrot, locking eyes with the fairy from Hell.
"It's rude to cut someone off, pardon me while I blast you and scoff!” Shantotto challenged, a spell already forming upon her tongue. Without warning, violently churning winds whipped up around the fae, lifting her even higher into the air, her delicate insect wings flapping feverishly as the very air came alive and cut savagely at her body.
Shantotto grinned as her next spell began channeling. Several strides away, Link felt his body being sucked towards an invisible vacuum, his feet scrambling to grip ground but unable to find purchase as he was dragged toward his doom. The Tarutaru watched with a smile as liquid flame exploded around him, dousing the elf-like warrior in whip-like tendrils of dancing fire.
A shadow descended from above—Pennywise! A meaty arm was stuck between Its sharp-toothed mandibles, oozing blood. The clown looked worse for wear, yet despite this the Macroverse monster gleefully gripped the severed arm in one hand, using it to wave at the hell fairy and her summoned allies.
Behind Pennywise, Judge Jak glared at their remaining enemies. A single Marine clad in gore-covered power armor lumbered over, hurt but still not out of the fight.
“My Battle-Brothers are engaged in close combat. ” A synthetic voice came out from it, a bolter held securely in one massive hand.
"Grenade," Judge Jak muttered and leveled his Lawbringer at the Hylian hero. He jerked his head in Link’s direction. "Negotiation's over. Sentence is death.”
The grenade burst forth with an ominous doom-boom! One of the fae’s minions immediately jumped to intercept, and the resultant explosion threw the creature against a wall, at the foot of which it collapsed, a bloodied mess. Clownpiece's anger was palpable whirling on the tarutaru, Link remained focused on the demented clown and Judge closing in around them.
Without muttering another word, the mousy mage prepared to unleash her finest weapon: Chainspell.
"Quake,Tornado, Freeze, Flood, Flare and Burst!" Shantotto invoked, unleashing her entire arsenal upon her foes.
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Shantotto uses Stardust Wand to attempt to mitigate damage from Megaton smash.
Shanty maintains Dimensional Break for this post 3 / 4 SP used
CP uses Hellfire
Stormtrooper commits suicide to buy Shanty time to regroup with her allies
Shanty uses Flare on link, shoulda worn his goron tunic…..
Judge Jak grenades one of CP’s assisty doodads.
Shanty unleashes Chainspell separating her 6 spells between link and CP 4 / / SP used
Quake,Tornado, Freeze on CP Flood, Flare and Burst on link
RE: [Round 2 - C] Pennywise & Shantotto vs Link & Clownpiece - Clownpiece - 07-10-2018
Dead Silence.
The ringing had long since faded from Clownpiece’s ears, leaving in its wake naught but a pristine peace. A hellish peace. Wrapped in an ephemeral tranquility under the crimson light of an infernal sky, the Lampad closed her eyes and took in a deep, burning breath through her nose. For just a moment, she was home, floating through the depths of Hades, aimlessly, not a care in the world. Stretched infinitely in front of her was the deepest pit of hell itself; a boundless, all-consuming black maw, endlessly dark, endlessly still. Tartarus.
For something so serene, the abyss gave off a dangerous aura, as though that stygian void could at any moment just... reach up and pull you down into its impermeable blackness, never to see or be seen again, never to hear or be heard again. Only suffer in unending agony amongst the titans imprisoned there.
But Tartarus this was not. Hades this was not. As the scorching air stirred to life, Clownpiece opened her eyes once again, her heartbeat slowed, her ire contained. While this might not have been hell, and while these pests before her hadn’t yet been consigned to an afterlife of untold torment, that didn’t mean they could escape it. If she needed to send them there herself, if she needed to enact their torture herself, then so be it.
Shantotto whipped herself up a pathetic cyclone, and even as Clownpiece let the winds take her, throwing her arms out and spinning not-so-gracefully into the sky, she couldn’t help but smirk. They were strong! But they still knew nothing of hell. Errant debris ripped up by the tempest tore at the fairy, and what remained of her tattered dress, but both held firm. And just like that, the tornado vanished, leaving her floating freely in the air, staring up at the sky of an already-victorious hell. The temperature plummeted, her breath fogged up before her eyes, and suddenly, Clownpiece dove.
A brilliant purple flame flashed, and madness descended. Two fairies, exhausted and half-dead, suddenly found new life. Light glinted in their eyes, and at the ends of their flowers, ragged and wilting, but still alive. The one or two remaining Hell Knights, dragging their weapons, suddenly opened up with raucous shouts, hefting their swords and rallying behind Butcher Jak.
Water erupted from the Tarutaru’s Stardust Rod, slamming into hell’s reluctant Hero. Next. Shantotto gestured quickly with her staff, light and pressure swiftly mounting around Link, and... Clownpiece slammed feet-first into the Doctor from above, a powerful shockwave rattling through her tiny body as she crushed the mage into the ground. All of her wounds throbbed and stung with the wave, but the fairy just kept on smiling, grinding her teeth.
The tiny terror hopped right back into the sky, fire and brimstone sparking to life between the curled fingers of her free hand. Shantotto’s face contorted from surprise, into a reckless rage as the light of madness took her. Her staff glimmered, magic swirling as she prepared to unleash another spell towards her floating foe. In an instant Clownpiece’s world was shattered, electrical agony surging through her body, radiant light searing her eyes. And just as quickly, it faded, leaving the little fairy crispier than before.
Unable to do anything to react, she plummeted gently to the wasteland, and towards an equally-charred Doctor below. She hit the Tarutaru lightly, bouncing off the squishy mage and to the side, where she landed amidst the gravel. No time to waste. The fanatical jester willed her twitching, lightning-scorched limbs to move, quickly but shakily rising to her feet.
Dazzling stars crashed into the ground all around Clownpiece, and she couldn’t help but jump, letting loose a silent yelp as she did. Her head whirled up towards the sky, her body tottering tiredly, threatening to tumble right over again. High above, the obstreperous fairies Mayflower and Antebellum fluttered about spastically, their mouths open in noiseless laughs. Red and purple petals sloughed off the sprites’ flowers as they swung them about in a manner unbefitting of nature spirits, using them to conjure up barrage after barrage of patriotic stars.
Such an erratic display.
And yet its mayhem was perfect. Under the thick haze of a reckless fervor, the dwindling survivors cared not to dodge, instead simply taking magical bullets right to the face. And allies as well, she supposed, but they could handle it! They were hell’s legion, after all! Leaving the dazed Shantotto where she lie, Clownpiece drifted forward, taking up position hiding behind The Butcher.
The towering wall of rags and meat lumbered forward ceaselessly, its flesh jiggling as bolts and bullets just... slammed into it. The fairy wasn’t even sure if it was feeling those attacks. How absolutely metal. A white-faced pierrot skittered hastily towards her unflinching ally. He lashed out with a bejeweled blade, dull edge tearing into It, sending It sprawling. Clownpiece grinned cruelly, a smirk that lasted just a moment before she realized the danmaku had ceased. For one eternal second after the pandemonic rain had vanished, the battlefield seemed almost... peaceful.
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2 SP used to maintain Torchlit Fairies for 1 more post. 0/6 SP remaining.
Clownpiece activated Lampad’s Torch: Reckless Fervor to throw the battle into overdrive.
Of the Chainspells, half hit, half missed.
Under the effects of madness, Shanty hit both Clowno and herself with Burst.
Mayflower and Antebellum unleashed hell with Barrage: Stars
Butcher Jak tore Pennywise a new one.
Mayflower and Antebellum ran out of time and disappeared. They’re no longer around to help :<
RE: [Round 2 - C] Pennywise & Shantotto vs Link & Clownpiece - Karl Jak - 07-10-2018
Face to Face
#28 Pennywise & #23 Shantotto vs #27 Link & #07 Clownpiece
#28 Pennywise & #23 Shantotto vs #27 Link & #07 Clownpiece
Fires burned in the distance as the facsimile of the End Times consumed itself. In the distance, the buildings started to crumble into heaps of molten steel and ash as the very personal struggle near the center of the conflagration neared its conclusion.
The ancillary forces had either perished outright or been taken out of the combat.
The Judge and the Butcher had stepped aside and found themselves once again allowing the primes to slaughter and maim one another. They might look fabulous and have awesome might, but they were still secondaries. Even worse, they were secondaries designed solely to live out a short, brutal existence in this little zone. If both were destined to the scrap heap of misbegotten secondaries, it was better to let the primes kill one another than risk a horrible death.
“Chess?” The judge asked as he pulled up the carcass of a space marine and sat down across from the Butcher, who was large enough that he needed so such frivolities.
“Get ready for the slaughter.”
Removed from the pair of secondaries, the four real contestants were halfway in their graves. A bloodied Link, his left arm hanging useless at his side, clenched his blade. Five yards away, a sneering clown monster lumbering toward him.
Somewhere in the background, Clownpiece found herself confronted once more with Shantotto. Even after all the spectacle and glamor of the Chainspell, there was still fight in the fiery little tarutaru. Another spell screamed through the air. It fell flat like many before, but this time, the hell fairy couldn’t recover as easily as she wanted. Her feet dragged like rocks on the terrain as she lurched sideways to avoid the pressurized burst of water.
“Rook takes knight,” the Judge muttered as he slid his castle piece forward and knocked the little horse over the makeshift board.
Link stumbled and caught his balance. He swung the Master Sword and saw it cleave through empty air before it smacked the ground. The hylian grimaced as he tried to lift it, but it seemed that even the greatest heroes have their limits.
A shadow fell over Link.
Clownpiece shuddered as she saw the headless body of her comrade fall to the ground. No torch powers would make her forget that image or the one of the grinning, gore-stained visage of Pennywise as he simply stood there and watched her.
“Queen takes bishop.” The judge muttered, sneering beneath his visor as he moved the pieces. He had the demon just where he wanted him.
The hell fairy retreated down the alley. She needed to formulate a plan, but…
“Hiya,” Pennywise shouted from the end of the alley. The creature, drenched in blood and wearing the tattered remains of Link’s tunic like a scarf, blocked Clownpiece’s escape.
“Fine,” the cornered prime muttered as she extended her torch. “Let’s end this.”
A voice behind Clownpiece issued the reply as the air around the fairy suddenly started to heat up: “Let’s.”
Clownpiece squeezed her eyes shut as the Flare consumed her. The star-spangled fairy swallowed her screams until the world released her from its clutches.
Back near the original scene of the fight, Judge Jak moved his queen and flashed a rugged smirk. “Checkmate.”
[spoiler]
Pennywise (3.2) & Shantotto (3.0) defeat Link (2.8) and Clownpiece (3.15)
#07 Clownpiece DEAD
#27 Link DEAD
Pennywise & Shantotto advance to match H of the Consolation Bracket, where they will face the loser of the Dane/Jack vs Dave/Kenpachi fight.
Link and Clownpiece will respawn in the Nexus in 7 days.[/spoiler]
#07 Clownpiece DEAD
#27 Link DEAD
Pennywise & Shantotto advance to match H of the Consolation Bracket, where they will face the loser of the Dane/Jack vs Dave/Kenpachi fight.
Link and Clownpiece will respawn in the Nexus in 7 days.[/spoiler]