07-24-2017, 11:41 PM
Somerled had, once more, lost a limb. This was beginning to be a pattern. Though, to Somerled’s credit, he was throwing some serious punches and Ogong’s own legs were essentially useless at the moment.
In front of him was the giant caltrop that the Gunslinger tried to crush them with.
“We’re making progress!” Ogong shouted, “I got this, Jim, set me down.”
Ogong's blood burned in his body, as if it had been entirely replaced with adrenaline. He couldn’t even think properly, just ensuring that his feet were always in motion. Eventually, he slipped into another room, eyeing the every-increasing void behind them. He was honestly surprised that the Gunslinger would be this persistent, even when his whole world was disappearing.
As he ran forward, the four-armed skeleton leapt out of the shadows and tackled the monkey. Gravity turned upside-down, but only for Ogong. The monkey grunted as he started tumbling through the air, only barely catching himself on one of the rungs of the humongous caltrop. The skeleton vanished and did the same for Somerled, who managed to do cling to the same rung with his un-demolished hand.
Jim looked up at the two upside-down Liberators, then at the pure disappearance now entering the room like a gas.
Ogong looked relatively down. If he were to let go, he would fall directly into the void, as would Somerled. He needed an idea, lest the storm spirit become nothing.
“NAH-WAH-RAH! SOO!”
A large circle of ethereal light spawned under Somerled, and a large grey hand shot out from within. It collided into Somerled and pushed him up to the next rung. Ogong himself was swinging up to the next spike.
“Coulda warned me,” Somerled mouthed.
“You’re welcome.”
Jim reached up, grabbing onto Yeo-Ee-Pil, which was extended forward by the monkey chief. Ogong then latched onto Somerled. Jim hoisted the two with great effort onto the roof of the next corridor. Ogong and Somerled tentatively stepped onto the ceiling of the hallway as the giant caltrop stopped existing.
Ogong looked behind to locate the Gunslinger. No luck. That annoying pile of bones had disappeared again. He sprinted after his two allies. Yeo-Ee-Pil had shut up again. So they were in trouble.
At that exact moment, the three skidded to a stop at a giant crevice in the ground. Ogong’s bare feet screamed their gratitude for his temporary pause. There was no other passage, and the way back was incomprehensively nowhere to be found.
Somerled stepped forward, raising his remaining hand. Ogong cleared his throat.
“Jim can’t carry both of us.”
“He’s right, Somer. Ogong, got your fire ready?”
Jim launched another explosive, which Ogong ignited with his arcane fire. The raging explosion was once more stopped by Jim’s shield. But it did nothing to the wall.
“What the hell...” Jim muttered.
The void behind them was catching up. Ogong looked nervously at the increasing non-existence. Now the floor was collapsing just behind their heels. Ogong felt a tingling as his hood was caught in the void.
Then Somerled reached out with his hand through the wall.
Ogong and Jim glanced at each other, then all three Liberators rushed through the imaginary wall, barely avoiding being sucked into absence.
“Nice job, Somerled!” Ogong laughed in relief.
Somerled mouthed, “What?”
Ogong shook his head and gave him a thumbs-up.
The monkey ran too slowly, still exhausted by having to use magic far more powerful than the sum total of the spells he cast in his life. Jim reached out for the back of Ogong’s sweater, then blinked confusedly.
“Kid, didn’t you have a...”
“A what?”
“A hood or something?”
“No. This is a hoodless hoodie.”
“...could’ve sworn you did.”
Jim hoisted Ogong onto the back of his armor’s neck. The monkey gripped tightly onto the many plates of armor as the marine sprinted after Somerled, who had missed out on that entire conversation.
They turned a corner, and entered the room with the portal.
“There!” Ogong shouted excitedly.
The Liberators sprinted for the portal, excited to finally leave this hellish place. Unfortunately, this hellish place seemed to have different plans. As they ran, the distance between them and the portal actually seemed to increase.
“Jiiiiim?” Ogong called out nervously.
“I don’t know either, kid. Just run!”
Somerled was shouting incoherently as the other two tried to figure out their next step. The void crept up behind them.
The four-armed skeleton reappeared, walking through another illusory wall in the back. It cackled, and limped towards the portal.
Ogong pointed two fingers at the skeleton. He focused as quickly as he could, spawning the rings of magic above his head again. As he focused, the Chinese characters inscribed themselves.
“Sswah-rah! BAHL-SAH!”
A bolt of light shot from Ogong’s fingertips flashed out and landed between the Gunslinger’s eyes. The skull flew far back, shattering against the back wall. Unexpectedly, the headless, legless skeleton seemed to turn and glare at the monkey.
At that exact moment, Ogong collapsed, unconscious.
In front of him was the giant caltrop that the Gunslinger tried to crush them with.
“We’re making progress!” Ogong shouted, “I got this, Jim, set me down.”
Ogong's blood burned in his body, as if it had been entirely replaced with adrenaline. He couldn’t even think properly, just ensuring that his feet were always in motion. Eventually, he slipped into another room, eyeing the every-increasing void behind them. He was honestly surprised that the Gunslinger would be this persistent, even when his whole world was disappearing.
As he ran forward, the four-armed skeleton leapt out of the shadows and tackled the monkey. Gravity turned upside-down, but only for Ogong. The monkey grunted as he started tumbling through the air, only barely catching himself on one of the rungs of the humongous caltrop. The skeleton vanished and did the same for Somerled, who managed to do cling to the same rung with his un-demolished hand.
Jim looked up at the two upside-down Liberators, then at the pure disappearance now entering the room like a gas.
Ogong looked relatively down. If he were to let go, he would fall directly into the void, as would Somerled. He needed an idea, lest the storm spirit become nothing.
“NAH-WAH-RAH! SOO!”
A large circle of ethereal light spawned under Somerled, and a large grey hand shot out from within. It collided into Somerled and pushed him up to the next rung. Ogong himself was swinging up to the next spike.
“Coulda warned me,” Somerled mouthed.
“You’re welcome.”
Jim reached up, grabbing onto Yeo-Ee-Pil, which was extended forward by the monkey chief. Ogong then latched onto Somerled. Jim hoisted the two with great effort onto the roof of the next corridor. Ogong and Somerled tentatively stepped onto the ceiling of the hallway as the giant caltrop stopped existing.
Ogong looked behind to locate the Gunslinger. No luck. That annoying pile of bones had disappeared again. He sprinted after his two allies. Yeo-Ee-Pil had shut up again. So they were in trouble.
At that exact moment, the three skidded to a stop at a giant crevice in the ground. Ogong’s bare feet screamed their gratitude for his temporary pause. There was no other passage, and the way back was incomprehensively nowhere to be found.
Somerled stepped forward, raising his remaining hand. Ogong cleared his throat.
“Jim can’t carry both of us.”
“He’s right, Somer. Ogong, got your fire ready?”
Jim launched another explosive, which Ogong ignited with his arcane fire. The raging explosion was once more stopped by Jim’s shield. But it did nothing to the wall.
“What the hell...” Jim muttered.
The void behind them was catching up. Ogong looked nervously at the increasing non-existence. Now the floor was collapsing just behind their heels. Ogong felt a tingling as his hood was caught in the void.
Then Somerled reached out with his hand through the wall.
Ogong and Jim glanced at each other, then all three Liberators rushed through the imaginary wall, barely avoiding being sucked into absence.
“Nice job, Somerled!” Ogong laughed in relief.
Somerled mouthed, “What?”
Ogong shook his head and gave him a thumbs-up.
The monkey ran too slowly, still exhausted by having to use magic far more powerful than the sum total of the spells he cast in his life. Jim reached out for the back of Ogong’s sweater, then blinked confusedly.
“Kid, didn’t you have a...”
“A what?”
“A hood or something?”
“No. This is a hoodless hoodie.”
“...could’ve sworn you did.”
Jim hoisted Ogong onto the back of his armor’s neck. The monkey gripped tightly onto the many plates of armor as the marine sprinted after Somerled, who had missed out on that entire conversation.
They turned a corner, and entered the room with the portal.
“There!” Ogong shouted excitedly.
The Liberators sprinted for the portal, excited to finally leave this hellish place. Unfortunately, this hellish place seemed to have different plans. As they ran, the distance between them and the portal actually seemed to increase.
“Jiiiiim?” Ogong called out nervously.
“I don’t know either, kid. Just run!”
Somerled was shouting incoherently as the other two tried to figure out their next step. The void crept up behind them.
The four-armed skeleton reappeared, walking through another illusory wall in the back. It cackled, and limped towards the portal.
Ogong pointed two fingers at the skeleton. He focused as quickly as he could, spawning the rings of magic above his head again. As he focused, the Chinese characters inscribed themselves.
“Sswah-rah! BAHL-SAH!”
A bolt of light shot from Ogong’s fingertips flashed out and landed between the Gunslinger’s eyes. The skull flew far back, shattering against the back wall. Unexpectedly, the headless, legless skeleton seemed to turn and glare at the monkey.
At that exact moment, Ogong collapsed, unconscious.
Quote:832 words. Used Launch: Bahl-Sah, 3/11 SP. Ogong has fainted.
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