06-13-2018, 02:39 AM
As the armored titan strode forward and effectively cornered the clown against the arena’s concrete edge, Pennywise sacrificed precious seconds to survey Its opponent. Although clad in a skeletal chassis of metal, Lord Zedd’s damaged and almost burnt-looking skin was an angry red, gnarled twists of sinew pulsing outward to advertise the skinless warrior’s strength… and also his weakness.
Shells were difficult things to crack, Pennywise knew. Like with walnuts, pecans, or even turtles, they were designed to keep all the tastiest, softest bits in; It couldn’t reap such a delicious reward without a little effort.
It would crack this one, this Zedd, like the most savory of nuts.
The clown strafed to the side with a yelp, narrowly avoiding a white-hot spear of lightning as it struck the rough-hewn ground beside Its head. An eruption of smoke and fiery cinders blitzed out from the area, jabbing into Its pale flesh and wrenching a yowl from the monstrous circus performer’s throat. Reduced to stumbling blindly through a cloud of ash, Pennywise attempted to leap out from this corner of the arena to regain Its bearings-- and perhaps to clear Its lungs!
Unfortunately, upon making even the slightest movement to quit the scene, It collided with a hard body that felt like it was reinforced with steel. The creature reeled backward, already thrashing about like a feral beast caught in a trap, and came face-to-helmet with Its adversary.
Zedd levelled the sharp end of his staff at the demonic clown, forcing the creature to either back up or have Its throat cut into ribbons. Pennywise did, in fact, take a hearty step backward, but it was only to try and duck under the pile of scrap metal’s defense, the creature’s cartoonish gloves splitting to reveal wickedly-curved claws.
Pennywise swiped at the rib-cage of chrome that sheltered Zedd’s midsection, talons poised in the optimal position to rend flesh from bone. Sadly, the trunk of Zedd’s body was made of a lot sturdier stuff than It had imagined. The creature’s claws bounced off, just barely leaving a scar equal to a papercut. Yikes!
Leaping backwards with an exaggerated pout tugging Its candy-red lips downward, Pennywise reconsidered the situation. This fella was hard as nails! If only It could have a little helper, a pint-sized elf sitting on Its shoulder to give some much-needed advice…
Wait! It did have that!
Grinning, Pennywise hopped out of the way as Zedd’s metal staff came bearing down, bloodshot yellow eyes skittering around until they caught sight of what It was looking for. In a blur of dust-laden ruffles and fiery red hair, the clown hurdled toward the other pair of dueling primes. It could hear Zedd’s incredulous shout from behind, but didn’t pause to look back.
Shantotto, meanwhile, was not having the best of days. The woman before her had scarcely broken a sweat, her wine-dark hair only streaked with the occasional trace of magical residue. It was frustrating, and the tiny mage wondered if her partner was faring any better.
“Tired already?” Violet asked, measuring up her opponent with little to no sympathy in her gaze.
“Not at all, not at all,” said Shantotto, twirling her staff in her hand. “Though surely you understand that those at their highest have the furthest to fall.”
Violet narrowed her eyes. She brushed off the comment with a roll of her muscled shoulders, a burst of ki already beginning to ripple through her. Lifting her hands, she opened her mouth to reply only to be interrupted by a whirlwhind of zesty color and acrid sewer-stench sweeping right into their midst.
“Sorry, not sorry!” Pennywise chirped, plucking the mousy-looking mage out from under Violet’s nose.
The unwitting mage held on for dear life as the clown barreled across the concrete slab, only releasing her white-knuckled grip when It drew to a halt. Panting, she extracted herself from Its costume, fixing the clown with a surprisingly fierce glare. “You had best get this alliance into your head, or else we will both wind up dead!”
Pennywise snarled wordlessly as the rhyming rodent then clambered up onto Its shoulders with surprising grace. Shantotto, for her part, remained focused on the battle, her staff readied in one hand as she looked at their foes. They only had a few seconds to speak; their enemies were closing in fast. “Onward, steed-- my word alone you must heed!”
One pupil swivelled up to regard her out of the corner of Its eye. The creature was amused by the little thing’s habit of speaking in rhyme, but that wouldn’t last for long. “And what word is that, pipsqueak?”
Shantotto considered this. “These fools think they have got us beat. We must prove that such a thing will be no easy feat.”
"Yeee-es? Anything you say, sweetmeat." Pennywise agreed in Its wheedling, rasping voice. Drool pooled on Its bottom lip and splattered on the ground in thick, shining globules. Shantotto eyed the clown warily, but elected to forgive such an odd quirk.
"Then we are in agreement. To battle, and let us not forget this time well-spent!"
Shells were difficult things to crack, Pennywise knew. Like with walnuts, pecans, or even turtles, they were designed to keep all the tastiest, softest bits in; It couldn’t reap such a delicious reward without a little effort.
It would crack this one, this Zedd, like the most savory of nuts.
The clown strafed to the side with a yelp, narrowly avoiding a white-hot spear of lightning as it struck the rough-hewn ground beside Its head. An eruption of smoke and fiery cinders blitzed out from the area, jabbing into Its pale flesh and wrenching a yowl from the monstrous circus performer’s throat. Reduced to stumbling blindly through a cloud of ash, Pennywise attempted to leap out from this corner of the arena to regain Its bearings-- and perhaps to clear Its lungs!
Unfortunately, upon making even the slightest movement to quit the scene, It collided with a hard body that felt like it was reinforced with steel. The creature reeled backward, already thrashing about like a feral beast caught in a trap, and came face-to-helmet with Its adversary.
Zedd levelled the sharp end of his staff at the demonic clown, forcing the creature to either back up or have Its throat cut into ribbons. Pennywise did, in fact, take a hearty step backward, but it was only to try and duck under the pile of scrap metal’s defense, the creature’s cartoonish gloves splitting to reveal wickedly-curved claws.
Pennywise swiped at the rib-cage of chrome that sheltered Zedd’s midsection, talons poised in the optimal position to rend flesh from bone. Sadly, the trunk of Zedd’s body was made of a lot sturdier stuff than It had imagined. The creature’s claws bounced off, just barely leaving a scar equal to a papercut. Yikes!
Leaping backwards with an exaggerated pout tugging Its candy-red lips downward, Pennywise reconsidered the situation. This fella was hard as nails! If only It could have a little helper, a pint-sized elf sitting on Its shoulder to give some much-needed advice…
Wait! It did have that!
Grinning, Pennywise hopped out of the way as Zedd’s metal staff came bearing down, bloodshot yellow eyes skittering around until they caught sight of what It was looking for. In a blur of dust-laden ruffles and fiery red hair, the clown hurdled toward the other pair of dueling primes. It could hear Zedd’s incredulous shout from behind, but didn’t pause to look back.
Shantotto, meanwhile, was not having the best of days. The woman before her had scarcely broken a sweat, her wine-dark hair only streaked with the occasional trace of magical residue. It was frustrating, and the tiny mage wondered if her partner was faring any better.
“Tired already?” Violet asked, measuring up her opponent with little to no sympathy in her gaze.
“Not at all, not at all,” said Shantotto, twirling her staff in her hand. “Though surely you understand that those at their highest have the furthest to fall.”
Violet narrowed her eyes. She brushed off the comment with a roll of her muscled shoulders, a burst of ki already beginning to ripple through her. Lifting her hands, she opened her mouth to reply only to be interrupted by a whirlwhind of zesty color and acrid sewer-stench sweeping right into their midst.
“Sorry, not sorry!” Pennywise chirped, plucking the mousy-looking mage out from under Violet’s nose.
The unwitting mage held on for dear life as the clown barreled across the concrete slab, only releasing her white-knuckled grip when It drew to a halt. Panting, she extracted herself from Its costume, fixing the clown with a surprisingly fierce glare. “You had best get this alliance into your head, or else we will both wind up dead!”
Pennywise snarled wordlessly as the rhyming rodent then clambered up onto Its shoulders with surprising grace. Shantotto, for her part, remained focused on the battle, her staff readied in one hand as she looked at their foes. They only had a few seconds to speak; their enemies were closing in fast. “Onward, steed-- my word alone you must heed!”
One pupil swivelled up to regard her out of the corner of Its eye. The creature was amused by the little thing’s habit of speaking in rhyme, but that wouldn’t last for long. “And what word is that, pipsqueak?”
Shantotto considered this. “These fools think they have got us beat. We must prove that such a thing will be no easy feat.”
"Yeee-es? Anything you say, sweetmeat." Pennywise agreed in Its wheedling, rasping voice. Drool pooled on Its bottom lip and splattered on the ground in thick, shining globules. Shantotto eyed the clown warily, but elected to forgive such an odd quirk.
"Then we are in agreement. To battle, and let us not forget this time well-spent!"
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