09-30-2017, 04:10 PM
The Warlock heaved himself back out of the snow, where his erstwhile ally had unceremoniously deposited him mid-battle. Skeletor stared with mouth agape as the Icy crystals formed around Kopaka and the Darkloid. Their ally had possessed this much control over his elemental abilities and chose only now to reveal them? The ungrateful blowhard!
Skeletor leaned on his havoc staff watching the chaos as Wiess floundered under the barrage of Nebula’s minions. The Rightful ruler of Eternia considered helping her for a moment, but any altruistic notions were dashed seconds later by a geyser of ice-cold vapors that sent him flying into the air Skeletor’s limbs were rigid and unresponsive as he crashed through the pines back into the snow.
He groaned, a stiffened arm reaching to clutch at the shorn stave protruding from his abdomen. With a growl of defiance, he tore the broken branch loose. They were fighting rashly, disorganized, like cornered beasts. Skeletor got to his feet only to be slammed in the face by the passing arm of a yeti, the furry creature zipping off into the distance as Skeletor reeled from the blow.
“ENOUGH!” The sorcerer shouted in fury, “I will no longer be hindered by this throng of holidaymakers!” Red lights gleaming in the recesses of his skull, as Skeletor whirled away from the freezing sculpture of the two mechs. The Prime forced his aching limbs into motion, struggling to shake the frostbite away as he trudged through the snow in the direction of the ruined lodge. A few supernaturally powerful leaps were enough to get him onto what remained of the building’s roof, and he stared uphill as eldritch energies started to accumulate in his Havoc Staff.
The mountainside rose steeply above them, the trees giving way quickly to the rocks and snow of the mountaintop itself. Skeletor’s eyeless gaze swept over the heights, seeking a suitable target.
“Sneeze girl! If you can hear me, find some shelter quickly!” The shout of warning was mostly an afterthought, as Skeletor spotted an overgrowth of precarious snow. With a grunt of effort, he sent a blast sailing away up towards it. The magic beam knocking loose the built-up snow to send it careening down the slopes. He began charging up another blast, setting his sights on another block of snow.
“NEBULA!” the Warlock screamed, Bolt after bolt sailing into the mountaintop, “No army you muster, no pawn you bring against me, it cannot stop me!” bringing a torrent of rock and snow down the slopes. It crashed through the trees, battering the slopes and the remains of lodge. The impact broke down the unstable ruins of lodge, knocking Skeletor off of his perch.
The scourge of Eternia burst out of the snow as the avalanche subsided. Re-orienting his sights on the darkloid, Skeletor began to tear through the snow towards the icy sculpture of the frozen mechs. No thought crossed his mind for the welfare of the heiress, nor for those minions of Nebula that had managed to survive the torrent of rock and snow. His jawbone was stiff and his gaze fel as he closed distance on his quarry.
A telltale rumbling from beneath his feet did halt the Warlock’s charge, and he grabbed hold of the roiling earth beneath him, holding it firmly with his eldritch powers. The rocks splintered and cracked, vapor hissing from the fissures as Skeletor strained against the cyro-geyser.
“No trap you lay, no snare you cast! They will not catch me unprepared!” Skeletor screamed, arms shaking from the force as he held the mounting pressure below the surface. With a growling whine, he leaned the magickly restrained earth at an angle, sending the pressure spraying out to the side and causing him to stumble back from the sudden imbalance of forces.
Skeletor again set his sights on the darkloid once again. Struggling through the snow as his energy fled at an alarming rate. He neared the icy sculpture of the two mechs, and planted his havoc staff in the snow. Withdrawing from his robes once more the jade talisman, Skeletor held the ramstone aloft. Emerald lightning arced from the violet snow. The energy coalesced into the demented nightmare form of a large ram, with the wrathful sorcerer at the center.
“No general, no soldier, and no traitor you place in my path! None of them can stop me from claiming your power! Nyeheheheheehee!” With a maddened cackle, Skeletor intoned the enchantment. The sparking demonic ram was reabsorbed by the talisman, the emerald glowing and pulsating with an increasing frequiency, before bursting forth in a brilliant beam of power that crashed into the icy sculpture.
Skeletor leaned on his havoc staff watching the chaos as Wiess floundered under the barrage of Nebula’s minions. The Rightful ruler of Eternia considered helping her for a moment, but any altruistic notions were dashed seconds later by a geyser of ice-cold vapors that sent him flying into the air Skeletor’s limbs were rigid and unresponsive as he crashed through the pines back into the snow.
He groaned, a stiffened arm reaching to clutch at the shorn stave protruding from his abdomen. With a growl of defiance, he tore the broken branch loose. They were fighting rashly, disorganized, like cornered beasts. Skeletor got to his feet only to be slammed in the face by the passing arm of a yeti, the furry creature zipping off into the distance as Skeletor reeled from the blow.
“ENOUGH!” The sorcerer shouted in fury, “I will no longer be hindered by this throng of holidaymakers!” Red lights gleaming in the recesses of his skull, as Skeletor whirled away from the freezing sculpture of the two mechs. The Prime forced his aching limbs into motion, struggling to shake the frostbite away as he trudged through the snow in the direction of the ruined lodge. A few supernaturally powerful leaps were enough to get him onto what remained of the building’s roof, and he stared uphill as eldritch energies started to accumulate in his Havoc Staff.
The mountainside rose steeply above them, the trees giving way quickly to the rocks and snow of the mountaintop itself. Skeletor’s eyeless gaze swept over the heights, seeking a suitable target.
“Sneeze girl! If you can hear me, find some shelter quickly!” The shout of warning was mostly an afterthought, as Skeletor spotted an overgrowth of precarious snow. With a grunt of effort, he sent a blast sailing away up towards it. The magic beam knocking loose the built-up snow to send it careening down the slopes. He began charging up another blast, setting his sights on another block of snow.
“NEBULA!” the Warlock screamed, Bolt after bolt sailing into the mountaintop, “No army you muster, no pawn you bring against me, it cannot stop me!” bringing a torrent of rock and snow down the slopes. It crashed through the trees, battering the slopes and the remains of lodge. The impact broke down the unstable ruins of lodge, knocking Skeletor off of his perch.
The scourge of Eternia burst out of the snow as the avalanche subsided. Re-orienting his sights on the darkloid, Skeletor began to tear through the snow towards the icy sculpture of the frozen mechs. No thought crossed his mind for the welfare of the heiress, nor for those minions of Nebula that had managed to survive the torrent of rock and snow. His jawbone was stiff and his gaze fel as he closed distance on his quarry.
A telltale rumbling from beneath his feet did halt the Warlock’s charge, and he grabbed hold of the roiling earth beneath him, holding it firmly with his eldritch powers. The rocks splintered and cracked, vapor hissing from the fissures as Skeletor strained against the cyro-geyser.
“No trap you lay, no snare you cast! They will not catch me unprepared!” Skeletor screamed, arms shaking from the force as he held the mounting pressure below the surface. With a growling whine, he leaned the magickly restrained earth at an angle, sending the pressure spraying out to the side and causing him to stumble back from the sudden imbalance of forces.
Skeletor again set his sights on the darkloid once again. Struggling through the snow as his energy fled at an alarming rate. He neared the icy sculpture of the two mechs, and planted his havoc staff in the snow. Withdrawing from his robes once more the jade talisman, Skeletor held the ramstone aloft. Emerald lightning arced from the violet snow. The energy coalesced into the demented nightmare form of a large ram, with the wrathful sorcerer at the center.
“No general, no soldier, and no traitor you place in my path! None of them can stop me from claiming your power! Nyeheheheheehee!” With a maddened cackle, Skeletor intoned the enchantment. The sparking demonic ram was reabsorbed by the talisman, the emerald glowing and pulsating with an increasing frequiency, before bursting forth in a brilliant beam of power that crashed into the icy sculpture.
Quote:776 words, because life is rough...
Skeletor used one order point to hit Blizzardman with the Ramstone. He's not targeting Kopaka, but after recent events isn't particularly trying to void hitting him either.*shrugs*
Sorry for taking more than a month to post...
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