05-18-2018, 01:37 PM
Atelos lifted his sandals from the ground, the black, grotesque tar sticking onto his shoes. The air was filled with with an odor that reeked of rotting eggs. The grecian scrunched his nose in disgust, the habit of wearing open toed shoes proved to be unlucky. He turned his head to Shang Tsung, the sorcerer calm and seemingly unbothered by the minor inconvenience.
From the corners of the forest, a thick mist rolled in at the height of their knees. Reaching his arm behind his back, he retrieved his shield and donned it over his arm. The cold bronze gave him a feeling of warmth and comfort despite the undesirable conditions. In the shadows of the forest, hooded figures circled the group. The Spartan unsheathed his spear before turning his head to the group.
“I have a bad feeling about this,” he muttered as chills ran up his spine. Hades cackled, its voice echoing in his mind.
What gave you this inclination Spartan? Hades sarcastically snickered at him before his voice became somber and wild. Let me free Spartan. I want to feel their blood on our skin. Atelos frowned. ‘Our.’ He shuddered.
“Fucking Genius.” Straizo said underneath his breath, barely audible to Atelos. Gamzee snickered before emphatically nodding. Atelos turned his head with a confused look on his face. “Yes?”
Straizo smirked before shaking his head. Atelos dismissed the rage mage’s sarcastic words as the hooded figures advanced. One of the figures threw back his hood, revealing a grotesque bat-like head. The creature spoke, it’s voice unpleasantly high pitched.
“Begone humans. You step on the sacred territory of the almighty Tarrasque!” The creature rose up its arms as if it were praying to a wicked god. The rest of the hooded figures nodded and murmured in agreement. Shang Tsung opened his mouth to calmly speak, but the hot-headed spartan gave him no room.
“You worship that monster? We are here to slay the wretched beast!” Atelos shouted,baring his teeth like a rabid animal. His breathing became labored and the daemon in his head was reveling in Atelos’ anger, encouraging every ounce of it.
The bat creature smiled before it squeaked, “I was hoping you would say that.” Pointing it’s bony finger at the group it shouted, “KILL THEM!” The hooded figures jeered at the group and taunted them by beckoning the group. The riled up the already angry Spartan and Hades wasn’t helping.
Let me at them Spartan! UNLEASH ME! Hades shouts clouded the Grecian’s mind. With a battle roar, Atelos attempted to charge at the jeering monsters, but his legs wouldn’t move. The tar that had been collecting on the ground, however, had been climbing his legs without him even noticing. Forcing his legs up, ripping off the tar-like tendrils that had gathered around his legs. Each step was like wading through a pool of honey. An arrow wizzed right past the Spartan’s helm as another embedded itself into his stomach. A funny feeling rushed to his brain, making everything seem hazy for a second. Ripping out the arrow, Atelos felt his mind almost immediately clear.
“Fucking Drow!” Atelos shouted, his face contorted into a grimace. Tossing the arrow into the tar, the hole in his abdomen began to mend itself.
Don’t you miss this power, Spartan? Give me more!” Hades seductively whispered into his brain. Atelos shook his head and pounded on his shield to silence his inner daemon. He quickly looked around before homing onto the shooters, pushing through the tar even faster. Having complete tunnel vision towards the filthy drow, he completely forgot about his allies.Raising his shield to block the impending arrows, Atelos finally made it to the edge of the tar and dashed towards his attacker. Surprised by the burst of speed, the drow raised its hands to defend itself futilely against Atelos’ spear. Other hooded figures surrounded the Spartan, but each fell victim to his spear.
The bat hissed at the advancing forces, “Stubborn Primes.” He then let out a high pitched whistle. The rustling of leave was heard through the forest before the relative silence was broken by a menacing howl.
From the corners of the forest, a thick mist rolled in at the height of their knees. Reaching his arm behind his back, he retrieved his shield and donned it over his arm. The cold bronze gave him a feeling of warmth and comfort despite the undesirable conditions. In the shadows of the forest, hooded figures circled the group. The Spartan unsheathed his spear before turning his head to the group.
“I have a bad feeling about this,” he muttered as chills ran up his spine. Hades cackled, its voice echoing in his mind.
What gave you this inclination Spartan? Hades sarcastically snickered at him before his voice became somber and wild. Let me free Spartan. I want to feel their blood on our skin. Atelos frowned. ‘Our.’ He shuddered.
“Fucking Genius.” Straizo said underneath his breath, barely audible to Atelos. Gamzee snickered before emphatically nodding. Atelos turned his head with a confused look on his face. “Yes?”
Straizo smirked before shaking his head. Atelos dismissed the rage mage’s sarcastic words as the hooded figures advanced. One of the figures threw back his hood, revealing a grotesque bat-like head. The creature spoke, it’s voice unpleasantly high pitched.
“Begone humans. You step on the sacred territory of the almighty Tarrasque!” The creature rose up its arms as if it were praying to a wicked god. The rest of the hooded figures nodded and murmured in agreement. Shang Tsung opened his mouth to calmly speak, but the hot-headed spartan gave him no room.
“You worship that monster? We are here to slay the wretched beast!” Atelos shouted,baring his teeth like a rabid animal. His breathing became labored and the daemon in his head was reveling in Atelos’ anger, encouraging every ounce of it.
The bat creature smiled before it squeaked, “I was hoping you would say that.” Pointing it’s bony finger at the group it shouted, “KILL THEM!” The hooded figures jeered at the group and taunted them by beckoning the group. The riled up the already angry Spartan and Hades wasn’t helping.
Let me at them Spartan! UNLEASH ME! Hades shouts clouded the Grecian’s mind. With a battle roar, Atelos attempted to charge at the jeering monsters, but his legs wouldn’t move. The tar that had been collecting on the ground, however, had been climbing his legs without him even noticing. Forcing his legs up, ripping off the tar-like tendrils that had gathered around his legs. Each step was like wading through a pool of honey. An arrow wizzed right past the Spartan’s helm as another embedded itself into his stomach. A funny feeling rushed to his brain, making everything seem hazy for a second. Ripping out the arrow, Atelos felt his mind almost immediately clear.
“Fucking Drow!” Atelos shouted, his face contorted into a grimace. Tossing the arrow into the tar, the hole in his abdomen began to mend itself.
Don’t you miss this power, Spartan? Give me more!” Hades seductively whispered into his brain. Atelos shook his head and pounded on his shield to silence his inner daemon. He quickly looked around before homing onto the shooters, pushing through the tar even faster. Having complete tunnel vision towards the filthy drow, he completely forgot about his allies.Raising his shield to block the impending arrows, Atelos finally made it to the edge of the tar and dashed towards his attacker. Surprised by the burst of speed, the drow raised its hands to defend itself futilely against Atelos’ spear. Other hooded figures surrounded the Spartan, but each fell victim to his spear.
The bat hissed at the advancing forces, “Stubborn Primes.” He then let out a high pitched whistle. The rustling of leave was heard through the forest before the relative silence was broken by a menacing howl.