04-08-2015, 12:18 PM
The giant Tarrasque limb came out of nowhere and knocked Atelos and Blues to the side. Atelos felt a crack underneath his skin. Pain flared up as he felt his body bounce off the ground. Atelos hit his head against the floor and felt his blood spill on the floor. His vision faded in and out as he saw Blues barely make it to the ground ok. Black overcame him in and out as he heard sounds of explosions and he opened his eyes to see Blues shooting at the beast like a boss. Fading in and out of sight he saw the giant beast stampeding and rapid sights of people going in and fighting.
Is it my time to play Spartan? The voice creepily cooed in his head followed by a sinister laugh. Atelos began to push himself up and he felt his head beginning to mend itself. He felt an oozing liquid seep out of his head as his skin was forced back together. A feeling of nausea washed over him as he lost strength in his arm and crumpled to the ground. He felt the world leaving from him before a hand grabbed him and helped pull him up. The red ten-year old was pulling on the large Spartan. Atelos was spurred to his feet and as he wobbled to get his balance, he felt the Grecian god curse as he was forced into the recesses in his mind.
“Are you alright?” The boy questioned with a concerned look on his face. Atelos assumed that he didn’t look too good, especially with the black oozing liquid just finishing fixing his head. Atelos smiled and grunted as he recovered from his small break to see the large monstrosity before them, as strong as ever. Atelos felt an insatiable rage as he looked at the beast. Literal fire began to leak out like little faucets as Atelos gritted his teeth at the mere sight of the monstrosity.
“You want me to run? I’m just getting started!” Atelos cracked his neck and chuckled as his younger associate smiled and raised his arm to help finish off this beast. He saw the boy begin to charge his arm cannon as Atelos grinned and donned his shield charging towards the titan that Atelos had no chance of harming. He ran towards the giant beast with his shield and saw the blast fly past him and dig itself into the hide of the monster. Atelos ran up towards the thing and saw it cry out a monstrous roar as the blast opened another wound in it’s leg, the magma flowing out of the wound. Atelos formed his three swords as the building charged into him causing him to be stuck to the creatures massive leg. The Tarrasque let out a giant roar as Atelos clinged onto the leg for death life. It was running and he began to slip from the legs. Atelos grabbed on for dear life as he put one arm up and grabbed onto the skin of the creature. Magma dripped from the wound onto Atelos’ shoulder and he felt the skin peel off his flesh and the burning sensation caused him to clench and grab onto the skin ever more tight.
This creature shall pay for the damage to my vessel. The thought raced through his mind and he new Hades was doing all he could to keep the Spartan from killing himself.
His body went up in flames and he continued to climb up on the body, his newfound flames causing the molten Magma to roll off his skin like water. His body began to tire out and ache and by the time Atelos got to the newfound wound his flames had begun to die out and Atelos struggled to grab a hold onto the monster. The fresh wound from the robotic warrior had almost closed and the magma seemed to dry up. His grip failing, Atelos knew he had to do something quick. A sword materialized before his head and impaled into wound right before it closed causing the monster to scream in pain and unleashing a frenzy; kicking and stampeding and destroying everything it could to stop the pain. The creature swiped at Atelos and grabbed him and brought him up into his hand.
Atelos struggled to get out of the grapple but the creatures strength was almost crushing his insides. It put him up into his eyes and Atelos saw nothing but the face of death and a chilling sense of fear ran down his spine. Atelos ignited himself on fire and watched as the Tarrasque gave no indication of letting him go or suffering any pain from the fire. It opened it’s wide jaw and began to move Atelos towards its mouth.
“Oh shit.”
You are a god damn idiot Spartan.
Is it my time to play Spartan? The voice creepily cooed in his head followed by a sinister laugh. Atelos began to push himself up and he felt his head beginning to mend itself. He felt an oozing liquid seep out of his head as his skin was forced back together. A feeling of nausea washed over him as he lost strength in his arm and crumpled to the ground. He felt the world leaving from him before a hand grabbed him and helped pull him up. The red ten-year old was pulling on the large Spartan. Atelos was spurred to his feet and as he wobbled to get his balance, he felt the Grecian god curse as he was forced into the recesses in his mind.
“Are you alright?” The boy questioned with a concerned look on his face. Atelos assumed that he didn’t look too good, especially with the black oozing liquid just finishing fixing his head. Atelos smiled and grunted as he recovered from his small break to see the large monstrosity before them, as strong as ever. Atelos felt an insatiable rage as he looked at the beast. Literal fire began to leak out like little faucets as Atelos gritted his teeth at the mere sight of the monstrosity.
“You want me to run? I’m just getting started!” Atelos cracked his neck and chuckled as his younger associate smiled and raised his arm to help finish off this beast. He saw the boy begin to charge his arm cannon as Atelos grinned and donned his shield charging towards the titan that Atelos had no chance of harming. He ran towards the giant beast with his shield and saw the blast fly past him and dig itself into the hide of the monster. Atelos ran up towards the thing and saw it cry out a monstrous roar as the blast opened another wound in it’s leg, the magma flowing out of the wound. Atelos formed his three swords as the building charged into him causing him to be stuck to the creatures massive leg. The Tarrasque let out a giant roar as Atelos clinged onto the leg for death life. It was running and he began to slip from the legs. Atelos grabbed on for dear life as he put one arm up and grabbed onto the skin of the creature. Magma dripped from the wound onto Atelos’ shoulder and he felt the skin peel off his flesh and the burning sensation caused him to clench and grab onto the skin ever more tight.
This creature shall pay for the damage to my vessel. The thought raced through his mind and he new Hades was doing all he could to keep the Spartan from killing himself.
His body went up in flames and he continued to climb up on the body, his newfound flames causing the molten Magma to roll off his skin like water. His body began to tire out and ache and by the time Atelos got to the newfound wound his flames had begun to die out and Atelos struggled to grab a hold onto the monster. The fresh wound from the robotic warrior had almost closed and the magma seemed to dry up. His grip failing, Atelos knew he had to do something quick. A sword materialized before his head and impaled into wound right before it closed causing the monster to scream in pain and unleashing a frenzy; kicking and stampeding and destroying everything it could to stop the pain. The creature swiped at Atelos and grabbed him and brought him up into his hand.
Atelos struggled to get out of the grapple but the creatures strength was almost crushing his insides. It put him up into his eyes and Atelos saw nothing but the face of death and a chilling sense of fear ran down his spine. Atelos ignited himself on fire and watched as the Tarrasque gave no indication of letting him go or suffering any pain from the fire. It opened it’s wide jaw and began to move Atelos towards its mouth.
“Oh shit.”
You are a god damn idiot Spartan.
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