08-12-2015, 11:52 AM
The prison courtyard was getting bloodier by the minute. Cumberbot mowed its way through most of the Stormtrooper legion. Waves and waves of bullets and missiles swept away the soldiers in white. If you listened closely before you got massacred, you could hear the impatient sighs of the Radical royal inside.
You could also probably hear the distant roar of something huge. King Radical surely did. He flinched.
"My good doctor?"
Meanwhile, Dr. McNinja was dashing up a wall, his sword moist and red. As he ran up, he used his blade to slash up another Stormtrooper sniper who had positioned himself on a balcony, and landed on the ground with an evasive roll. As the other Stormtroopers on the balcony took multiple shots, Doc kicked off the nearby wall to run his sword through another Stormtrooper's neck. Catching the railing of the balcony, Doc swung around and slammed his foot into another soldier's helmet, cracking his neck, and landed on his knees. Before the last soldier behind that Stormtrooper could take his shot, Doc kicked his legs out from under him. He hopped onto his feet and jammed his blade into the Stormtrooper's stomach.
"What," Doc panted, "You tired?"
"Brace yourself."
"For what?"
An explosion. All of the balconies collapse. Rubble everywhere. Falling. Corpses everywhere. Rock crushing limbs. Dust in eyes. Lightning.
Lightning?
Dr. McNinja slowly came to and looked up. Concrete dust and sparks swirled around him. A stray Stormtrooper corpse was obscured in the ocean of debris from the explosion.
BOOM
He whirled around to find any sign of his temporary ally. The Cumberbot was nowhere to be found.
BOOM
Dr. McNinja couldn't help but wonder why Stormtroopers had taken to using cannons. Last time he checked, there was no hard ammunition in the Stormtrooper arsenal.
BOOM
Doc got onto his feet, taking care to listen for any flying cannonballs. It was very strange to think of Stormtroopers with cannons.
BOOM
"Oh," Doc mumbled, "That's cause they aren't cannons."
BOOM
Doc grimaced. "Those are footsteps."
BOOM
In the dust cloud, two blue sparks came to life. They grew in intensity and size after each tremorous BOOM. Soon enough, Doc heard a low growl in the back of his brain. As he heard this, an outline of a giant revealed itself. Two balls of lightning seemed to spiral statically where the figure's hands would be. The blue sparks shifted upwards, then a third ball of lightning crackled into existence just below the sparks.
The figure roared.
It wasn't any roar. It was a roar that shook the ground. It was a roar that shattered bones. It was a roar that terrified Dr. McNinja so much he wanted to kill himself at the very spot, just to avoid whatever was coming. He would have done so, if all the strength in his arms hadn't fled.
BOOM
The cloud cleared, as if even the dust wanted to flee the giant. As the dust cleared, Doc got an exact look at his new opponent.
"You have got to be kidding me."
The figure was a giant polar bear. It was wearing steel plates as armor, embroidered elaborately with images of, well, it was safe to assume that they were depictions of the victims it had slaughtered. Blue lightning coursed through its entire body. The ball lightning Doc had seen earlier was surrounding the bear's balled fists. The third ball of electricity was barely contained in the bear's mouth. Each breath the bear exhaled raised hairs on the back of Doc's arms.
The monstrous lightning bear opened its mouth, revealing lightning that almost blinded Doc. It grumbled something, then roared again, this time proclaiming a statement, a command that Dr. McNinja almost wanted to submit to.
"Face... the STORM!"
With that, the courtyard lit up like a giant blue disco ball as a bolt of lightning struck the bear.
"I don't suppose that was an accident?" Doc weakly asked.
The bear looked at Dr. McNinja and clapped its hands. In a small explosion of static, Doc was flung back several feet. He rolled and tumbled until he managed to regain his balance. The bear glared at him with those electric eyes. Suddenly, a torrent of bullets assaulted the bear.
"Now this is a radical battle!" an all-too-familiar voice roared.
The Cumberbot had finally revealed itself and was releasing its entire arsenal into the polar bear. The rattle of the bullets and the roaring fire from the flamethrower covered the bear in a cloud of destruction, allowing Doc to stand up and shake the static off. He gripped his katana when the barrage ended.
The bear had been brought to his knees, severely wounded. Suddenly, the static around his body doubled in intensity and the bloody wounds in his body and the burn marks on its back shrunk and retreated back into its body.
"Are you quite done?" the bear grumbled.
"Actually," King Radical whimpered, "I had another trick I wanted to-"
The bear charged forward in a burst of lightning and gripped the sides of the Cumberbot. With a growl, the bear tore the robot suit apart and flung Radical into the air. The king whirled in the air as he made an arc over the bear's head. The bear spun around and punched the king, sending him flying off into another wall.
Dr. McNinja stood. His feet were frozen and his arms wouldn't move. The bear slowly made its way over to McNinja.
"My name is Volibear," it growled, "I am the Chosen of the Storm. I was sent to kill you."
Dr. McNinja shrugged.
"Please don't?"
You could also probably hear the distant roar of something huge. King Radical surely did. He flinched.
"My good doctor?"
Meanwhile, Dr. McNinja was dashing up a wall, his sword moist and red. As he ran up, he used his blade to slash up another Stormtrooper sniper who had positioned himself on a balcony, and landed on the ground with an evasive roll. As the other Stormtroopers on the balcony took multiple shots, Doc kicked off the nearby wall to run his sword through another Stormtrooper's neck. Catching the railing of the balcony, Doc swung around and slammed his foot into another soldier's helmet, cracking his neck, and landed on his knees. Before the last soldier behind that Stormtrooper could take his shot, Doc kicked his legs out from under him. He hopped onto his feet and jammed his blade into the Stormtrooper's stomach.
"What," Doc panted, "You tired?"
"Brace yourself."
"For what?"
An explosion. All of the balconies collapse. Rubble everywhere. Falling. Corpses everywhere. Rock crushing limbs. Dust in eyes. Lightning.
Lightning?
Dr. McNinja slowly came to and looked up. Concrete dust and sparks swirled around him. A stray Stormtrooper corpse was obscured in the ocean of debris from the explosion.
BOOM
He whirled around to find any sign of his temporary ally. The Cumberbot was nowhere to be found.
BOOM
Dr. McNinja couldn't help but wonder why Stormtroopers had taken to using cannons. Last time he checked, there was no hard ammunition in the Stormtrooper arsenal.
BOOM
Doc got onto his feet, taking care to listen for any flying cannonballs. It was very strange to think of Stormtroopers with cannons.
BOOM
"Oh," Doc mumbled, "That's cause they aren't cannons."
BOOM
Doc grimaced. "Those are footsteps."
BOOM
In the dust cloud, two blue sparks came to life. They grew in intensity and size after each tremorous BOOM. Soon enough, Doc heard a low growl in the back of his brain. As he heard this, an outline of a giant revealed itself. Two balls of lightning seemed to spiral statically where the figure's hands would be. The blue sparks shifted upwards, then a third ball of lightning crackled into existence just below the sparks.
The figure roared.
It wasn't any roar. It was a roar that shook the ground. It was a roar that shattered bones. It was a roar that terrified Dr. McNinja so much he wanted to kill himself at the very spot, just to avoid whatever was coming. He would have done so, if all the strength in his arms hadn't fled.
BOOM
The cloud cleared, as if even the dust wanted to flee the giant. As the dust cleared, Doc got an exact look at his new opponent.
"You have got to be kidding me."
The figure was a giant polar bear. It was wearing steel plates as armor, embroidered elaborately with images of, well, it was safe to assume that they were depictions of the victims it had slaughtered. Blue lightning coursed through its entire body. The ball lightning Doc had seen earlier was surrounding the bear's balled fists. The third ball of electricity was barely contained in the bear's mouth. Each breath the bear exhaled raised hairs on the back of Doc's arms.
The monstrous lightning bear opened its mouth, revealing lightning that almost blinded Doc. It grumbled something, then roared again, this time proclaiming a statement, a command that Dr. McNinja almost wanted to submit to.
"Face... the STORM!"
With that, the courtyard lit up like a giant blue disco ball as a bolt of lightning struck the bear.
"I don't suppose that was an accident?" Doc weakly asked.
The bear looked at Dr. McNinja and clapped its hands. In a small explosion of static, Doc was flung back several feet. He rolled and tumbled until he managed to regain his balance. The bear glared at him with those electric eyes. Suddenly, a torrent of bullets assaulted the bear.
"Now this is a radical battle!" an all-too-familiar voice roared.
The Cumberbot had finally revealed itself and was releasing its entire arsenal into the polar bear. The rattle of the bullets and the roaring fire from the flamethrower covered the bear in a cloud of destruction, allowing Doc to stand up and shake the static off. He gripped his katana when the barrage ended.
The bear had been brought to his knees, severely wounded. Suddenly, the static around his body doubled in intensity and the bloody wounds in his body and the burn marks on its back shrunk and retreated back into its body.
"Are you quite done?" the bear grumbled.
"Actually," King Radical whimpered, "I had another trick I wanted to-"
The bear charged forward in a burst of lightning and gripped the sides of the Cumberbot. With a growl, the bear tore the robot suit apart and flung Radical into the air. The king whirled in the air as he made an arc over the bear's head. The bear spun around and punched the king, sending him flying off into another wall.
Dr. McNinja stood. His feet were frozen and his arms wouldn't move. The bear slowly made its way over to McNinja.
"My name is Volibear," it growled, "I am the Chosen of the Storm. I was sent to kill you."
Dr. McNinja shrugged.
"Please don't?"
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