07-12-2017, 08:54 PM
Somerled stared up from his sideways perch on the pillar, eyes fixed on the newly formed hole in the roof. A faint breeze drifted in from the alien sky above, and a familiar feeling filled the storm spirit. A wide grin spread across his face. Everything about this sky was all wrong, from its dark purple color, down to the very atmospheric readings he was getting. Barometric pressure, humidity, air currents, all of them hurt his head to even bear witness to. But despite how unnatural it was, it was still sky, his domain.
“This isn’t looking good.” Sun’s voice rose up from somewhere beneath the monster, speaking an observation he just flat out didn’t agree with. Desertman’s maw opened wide, and it unleashed one hell of a roar, a tremendous sound that shook the very walls of the temple and dislodged even more stone. Somerled let loose a manic laugh as the darkloid’s bellowing echoes faded away, and he spun on his heel to face his other opponent. The dusty gunslinger wobbled on its feet, almost out of the fight entirely.
Somerled surged forward and wrapped one hand around his adversary’s throat before it could even think of reacting. Four tired hands shot up to meet his one, scrabbling uselessly against his wrist. The monster whipped around and heaved with all his might, releasing his grip on the darkling. Screaming uselessly, the skeletal warrior sailed through the air roughly in the direction of the bridge, and slammed against the stone right next to Sun, who jumped in surprise. The storm spirit grinned vibrantly. It looked like gravity was still taking a vacation. He took on a crouching stance, happy that this jump was small enough for him to actually make it, and sprang straight up. The very air around him shifted as he reached the apex of his leap, and soon he found himself back in normalcy.
CRACK
Bone crunched beneath his feet as she slammed boot-first into the marksman’s back. He spared a momentary glance at the dusty bug under his boot before turning up to face the Desertman. Its right hand raised ominously above its head, ready to crash down and crush the trio under a wave of sand.
“Somerled, Run!” Sun shouted out from his right, already booking it down to the other end of the bridge, no doubt told by Jim to say that. The monster’s only response to that was a mad cackle and a shout of his own.
“Thank you!” He raised his arms up to the giant, hovering hand. His hair began to raise to the sky as electrical current raced through the air. “For being such a fucking huge target!” His left hand dropped to his side, leaving only his right, which he pointed at the hand racing for him. He put his fingers together and snapped.
KRA-KOW
Brilliant lightning arced down from the demonic sky and stabbed right through the Desertman’s hand. Immediately, Somerled’s vision was wiped away by the electrical radiance, his eyes filled only by the plasmatic white and his ears deafened by the tremendous crack. Slowly, his sight returned, and he grinned a tired grin. Loose sand rained down upon the lightning spirit, the remnants of his adversary’s gigantic limb. Where impending doom had once been speeding down at him, there was now only air.
Desertman turned to face its missing hand, and its mouth twisted open in a scream that shook the very foundations of the labyrinth, unheard over the ringing still in Somerled’s ear. The monster was wracked with silent laughter, and he immediately set to work weaving his next spell, keeping his eyes on the sentient sandpile. There was no doubt in his mind that it’d try and get revenge on him for that, and he didn’t have it in him for another strike. He needed a less tiring spell.
“Thirty seconds!” he shouted into the void, hoping Jim would be able to hear him even if he couldn’t hear himself. Beneath his feet, the almost dead and exhausted gunslinger wiggled helplessly. The sandman’s black eyes swung over to the spirit that had dared to take its limb, and its remaining hand rushed towards him, sparing no time for a dramatic lift and crush maneuver. Somerled unfurled his whip and stared at the oncoming death with a maniacal grin.
He leapt backwards fearlessly, and began to plummet in time with the air pressure. His arm shot forward, and the whip lashed out, wrapping around the railing just as the unstoppable wave of sand crashed into it. The bridge shattered beneath the unyielding tide, but fortunately it saved Somerled from the bulk of it. Shrapnel and sand slammed into the spirit, cutting at his exposed flesh and driving the breath right out of him, and suddenly his short-lived free-fall was stopped. Living sand washed around him and bound him, and soon he was lifted into the air.
The monster cast a quick glance up as he was raised to the Desertman’s face, stuck in its hand. The deep purple sky above was now replaced by a dreary stormcloud cover, and Somerled let out a small giggle. He turned back to his captor, coming face to face with black-irised eye larger than his body.
“Hi.” He said plainly, barely able to hear himself. In response, the sandman lifted its mouth up and bellowed right into his face. Pain exploded in Somerled’s head as all hope of ever hearing again was squashed. His eardrums ruptured with a vengeance, and he could faintly feel a trickle of blood from his ears. Well fuck you too. “By the way,” he tried to say, unsure of whether it was coming out properly or not. “Look up.”
Whether or not the Desertman heard his words, it didn’t look up, and instead raised its last hand, ready to dash Somerled against the ground below. Wind and rain slammed into the storm spirit’s sandy restraints, tearing into the last limb and blasting newly-formed mud everywhere.
“This isn’t looking good.” Sun’s voice rose up from somewhere beneath the monster, speaking an observation he just flat out didn’t agree with. Desertman’s maw opened wide, and it unleashed one hell of a roar, a tremendous sound that shook the very walls of the temple and dislodged even more stone. Somerled let loose a manic laugh as the darkloid’s bellowing echoes faded away, and he spun on his heel to face his other opponent. The dusty gunslinger wobbled on its feet, almost out of the fight entirely.
Somerled surged forward and wrapped one hand around his adversary’s throat before it could even think of reacting. Four tired hands shot up to meet his one, scrabbling uselessly against his wrist. The monster whipped around and heaved with all his might, releasing his grip on the darkling. Screaming uselessly, the skeletal warrior sailed through the air roughly in the direction of the bridge, and slammed against the stone right next to Sun, who jumped in surprise. The storm spirit grinned vibrantly. It looked like gravity was still taking a vacation. He took on a crouching stance, happy that this jump was small enough for him to actually make it, and sprang straight up. The very air around him shifted as he reached the apex of his leap, and soon he found himself back in normalcy.
CRACK
Bone crunched beneath his feet as she slammed boot-first into the marksman’s back. He spared a momentary glance at the dusty bug under his boot before turning up to face the Desertman. Its right hand raised ominously above its head, ready to crash down and crush the trio under a wave of sand.
“Somerled, Run!” Sun shouted out from his right, already booking it down to the other end of the bridge, no doubt told by Jim to say that. The monster’s only response to that was a mad cackle and a shout of his own.
“Thank you!” He raised his arms up to the giant, hovering hand. His hair began to raise to the sky as electrical current raced through the air. “For being such a fucking huge target!” His left hand dropped to his side, leaving only his right, which he pointed at the hand racing for him. He put his fingers together and snapped.
KRA-KOW
Brilliant lightning arced down from the demonic sky and stabbed right through the Desertman’s hand. Immediately, Somerled’s vision was wiped away by the electrical radiance, his eyes filled only by the plasmatic white and his ears deafened by the tremendous crack. Slowly, his sight returned, and he grinned a tired grin. Loose sand rained down upon the lightning spirit, the remnants of his adversary’s gigantic limb. Where impending doom had once been speeding down at him, there was now only air.
Desertman turned to face its missing hand, and its mouth twisted open in a scream that shook the very foundations of the labyrinth, unheard over the ringing still in Somerled’s ear. The monster was wracked with silent laughter, and he immediately set to work weaving his next spell, keeping his eyes on the sentient sandpile. There was no doubt in his mind that it’d try and get revenge on him for that, and he didn’t have it in him for another strike. He needed a less tiring spell.
“Thirty seconds!” he shouted into the void, hoping Jim would be able to hear him even if he couldn’t hear himself. Beneath his feet, the almost dead and exhausted gunslinger wiggled helplessly. The sandman’s black eyes swung over to the spirit that had dared to take its limb, and its remaining hand rushed towards him, sparing no time for a dramatic lift and crush maneuver. Somerled unfurled his whip and stared at the oncoming death with a maniacal grin.
He leapt backwards fearlessly, and began to plummet in time with the air pressure. His arm shot forward, and the whip lashed out, wrapping around the railing just as the unstoppable wave of sand crashed into it. The bridge shattered beneath the unyielding tide, but fortunately it saved Somerled from the bulk of it. Shrapnel and sand slammed into the spirit, cutting at his exposed flesh and driving the breath right out of him, and suddenly his short-lived free-fall was stopped. Living sand washed around him and bound him, and soon he was lifted into the air.
The monster cast a quick glance up as he was raised to the Desertman’s face, stuck in its hand. The deep purple sky above was now replaced by a dreary stormcloud cover, and Somerled let out a small giggle. He turned back to his captor, coming face to face with black-irised eye larger than his body.
“Hi.” He said plainly, barely able to hear himself. In response, the sandman lifted its mouth up and bellowed right into his face. Pain exploded in Somerled’s head as all hope of ever hearing again was squashed. His eardrums ruptured with a vengeance, and he could faintly feel a trickle of blood from his ears. Well fuck you too. “By the way,” he tried to say, unsure of whether it was coming out properly or not. “Look up.”
Whether or not the Desertman heard his words, it didn’t look up, and instead raised its last hand, ready to dash Somerled against the ground below. Wind and rain slammed into the storm spirit’s sandy restraints, tearing into the last limb and blasting newly-formed mud everywhere.
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Somerled took full advantage of the open roof and used Heavenly Bolt (0/1 uses left) to obliterate Desertman’s right hand. He also used Microburst (6/11 left) mostly to create a rainstorm that’s gonna turn all this sand into mud.
Also he's probably deaf now :V
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