09-22-2015, 08:49 PM
Silence hung like a dagger over the group, each laying upon the ground or staggering back and forth as the massive angelic being stared down upon them with absolutely distance and apathy. The attack had been quick, powerful, and utterly overwhelming, leaving the scrappy group of secondaries to the whims of yet another insurmountable challenge.
The goblin wasted no time.
A strange, digital chime rang out three times in rapid succession, and when the others looked to its source, Grobdum stared back at them, his body in hideous disproportion.
“Grob-“ Klaud managed to stutter before a broad stream of sputtering magic erupted from his fingertip, detonating in the center of the group. Body scattered in every direction as green energy and smoke cast propelled them into the darkness. Grobdum stomped into the crater he had formed at the epicenter of the swirling column of objects that soared overhead. Raising his broken staff into the air, the golden-skinned goblin began to chant and murmur, dark clouds beginning to form overhead.
“A traitor to the last!” Clayton snarled, sweeping a sweaty lock of hair from his face. He lifted his blunderbuss to his cheek and looked down the sights at his oversized target. “This is the last time I let you stand in my way!” His finger began to depress the trigger when an arrow whizzed by, slicing a deep cut into his cheek.
Staggering back in shock, He cupped his hand over the wound. “What in the blazes?” he stammered, searching for its source. Lyra stood a few yards away, already drawing another arrow from her quiver. A bright white radiance flashed from her eyes as she looked upon her target and placed the arrow on the string. “What are you doing, girl?!” he snapped. He barely had time to dive to the ground, avoiding the thief’s next shot.
“Watch yerself!” Crow yelled to Christa, but the warning came too late.
Raw Onion’s powerful kick hit her squarely in the jaw, filling her mouth with blood and spinning her already cloudy vision. The leader barely had a moment to collect herself before she was forced to evade another attack from her equine assailant. She spit, fragments of tooth splattering onto the ground in a clot of blood, brandishing her weapons. “What the hell is going on here?!” she shouted, her swollen lip distorting her words. The pegasus warrior offered no answers but instead looped high into the air and plummeted towards her target at break-neck velocity.
A thunderous clang rang out as Topman deflected the crimson path of Isaac’s blood blade. The skilled combatants moved in an elegant dance of skill as the old man lunged forward, his blood reforming into something akin to a rapier and the android side stepping the thrust. Topman’s steel boot swung up, but was stopped short by a dense barrier of hardened gore.
The bloodlance’s weapon shifted and warped as he desired it, the vital fluids dancing like water around the robot with every strike and parry. A firm jab from the bot found no purchase as Isaac evaded it to the side, his single good arm then lashing out and striking the robot-master’s torso. The blood flowed away from the wound, revealing only a shallow scratch.
Smirking, Topman shook his head, “Sorry.” A gentle hum revved up inside the machine’s body, only a half a moment passing before he whipped around like a dervish. Some part of the twirling metal struck Isaac and cast him to the ground in a heap, his blood splashing onto the floor as he lost control over it.
“What’s gotten into you, matey?” Crow shouted as he twisted around Abner’s combat blade, his hypnotic movements skirting every move that the ex-trooper made. Flowing into a rolling turn, the pirate offered his back to his opponent, only slide to the side of an aggressive stab, the blade dashing between his ribs and his upper limb. Clamping down, he trapped the trooper’s arm in his armpit, twisting his body to control Abner’s movements. “Give it up, you dog!” he pleaded as he pried the knife from Abner’s grip, “We be so damn close ta absolution!”
“Acht!” Richtofen spat as the tiny wooden boy climbed over his back. He spun, his hands reaching in an attempt to grab the puppet as it smacked its tiny fists into his head. “Mein Got!” he swore in frustration, “Get off me!” His grasp finally found purchase on Pinocchio’s leg, and the nazi scientist spiked the wooden lad into the ground.
Klaud sneered, wiping the blood from the corner of her chin. Rolling to the side, she found her feet and snapped her hand out, the glowing blue tip cracking in the air. “They’re being affected by the angel!” the general shouted, still crouched, “Defend yourself but try not to hurt them!”
Her call to action would be more difficult than she had expected as Grobdum charged forward, his magically expanded body standing a full foot taller than she was. Holy light beamed from his eyes, every aspect the goblin’s flesh now completely different in color than it was when their adventure had just begun. Klaud dove out of his path, her whip lashing out as she moved. The azure energy of the weapon cracked when it struck the goblin’s back, severing one of the leather straps that held the large box he had begun carrying.
The chest tumbled to the black floor, sliding a few feet backwards. Klaud glanced to the object before disregarding it and shouting, “Don’t make me do this!” to her giant-sized ally. When he turned to the broiling sky and thrust his half-staff to the sky, she grimaced and cast her whip out once again.
The whip snapped around the wooden staff and the general jerked it from Grobdum’s hand. The brooding of the clouds suddenly dissipated and the enraged goblin shrieked in frustration, his clawed fingers balling tightly.
“Grobdum!” she pleaded, “Stop this! Don’t let that thing control you!” The radiant aura of the angel’s light did not leave the goblin, nor did his anger.
Running over to the chest, he kicked it open with his booted foot and reached his clutching hands inside. The darkness of the Void could not consume the hateful glimmer from points that ran along the surface of the absolutely gigantic spiked sphere. The empowered goblin took a moment to admire the relic from his era as a warboss and grabbed the long iron chain that it was attached to before turning his holy vision on Klaud. A malicious grin spread over his face, his empty white eyes glaring at her with hollow rage.
“Aw shit,” she the woman sighed, instinctively taking a step back.
It seemed as though the ground itself almost quaked when the greenskin let out a bellowing battle cry, lumbering forward with the artifact of his crusades held above his head. Klaud was thankful that the shaman was rather unskilled as a martial combatant as she easily moved from the spiked chain’s path and flicked her wrist, lashing his wild weapon with her own.
The two tugged between each other, their serpentine weapons entangled between them. “Just let me help you!” Klaud commanded, jerking the knot of leather and steel towards herself. Grobdum’s nostrils flared in irritation and he reached out and placed both hands on his chain. A bestial roar issued forth and he ripped with his oversized arms, the general lurching hard into his chest.
“Wai-“ she managed before his heavy fist pounded into her gut, lifting her from the ground. It was at this point that the oversized goblin grabbed her by the shoulders, tore his weapon away from her own, and hurled her skyward into the spiraling sea of long-lost bric a brac.
The distorted physics of the Void showed their peculiarity as Klaud continued to fly through the sky, no longer tethered to the pull of the earth. Instead, the gentle gravity of a massive, floating anchor pulled her in, and her feet gently landed upon its surface. Standing at a perpendicular angle to the ground below, Klaud watched as her former allies tore each other apart.
“Why…” she softly asked herself, not truly expecting an answer from the looming white figure that shined not too distantly, “Why do this?” Her fists balled at her sides, and tears began to slip down her cheeks, parting from her flesh and drifting weightless in the air. “WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM US!?” she finally snapped, howling into the Void, demanding an answer from an eternity that spanned in every conceivable direction, endless in its expansiveness and ceaseless in its apathy. Still, the angel stared on, unmoving.
Below, Grobdum spun the ball overhead before releasing it, allowing it to crash into a clock that lazily ticked over his head. Crouching down, he leapt into the air and simultaneously tugged, pulling himself into the strange gravity of the maelstrom.
Clambering over the clock, he sprung from item to item, leaping across the endlessly strange and unique items as he made his way towards his foe. Regaining her composure, Klaud scowled and cast her whip out, wrapping it around a nearby lamp post. Grunting, she swung it down and released it, sending it flying through the ether.
Grobdum leapt up as the lamp post smashed through the wooden chair he had just departed, brachiating his way through a series of umbrellas. A fishbowl, complete with goldfish, slammed through a window pane, scattering twinkling shards of glass in every direction as Klaud continued to toss anything she could catch. The goblin soared through the mesmerizing field of scintillating crystal, the holy madness the angel had cursed him not allowing him to notice the myriad cuts that opened up on his face and arms, nor the blood that wept from them as he soared. Snatching a wagon wheel, his momentum spun him around before he planted his feet on the axle and steadied it.
He held his hand up towards the woman and her eyes shot wide in fear. Another burst of undirected viridian magic burst from his palm, scattering in every direction. Explosions blasted all around her as items her blown to scraps, the fragments colliding with each other and flying towards every horizon. One of the streams of power struck the base of the anchor, catapulting her back into the Void without ballast or orientation.
Tumbling head over heel, Klaud’s arms and legs thrashed in a wild attempt to reclaim her bearing as she soared through the treacherous vacuum. Grobdum pushed off of the wheel, thrusting it off behind him and propelling himself forward. The two collided midair in a tangle of claws, fists, steel and leather.
“Stop this!” she shouted into his face as she pushed his snapping maw away. “Stop this while we still can!” The ravenous monster did not listen, if it could even hear her. Posturing up, she leaned backwards and maximized the distance between herself and the goblin’s face before pulling her arm back and slamming an elbow into his nose.
As his nose flattened and split in a burst of weightless gore, the goblin size stuttered back down to his native height, the sphere and chain now hilariously oversized in his hands. Klaud easily overtook the diminutive combatant’s strength and stuffed her foot into his belly. With a grunt, she kicked him down away from her and towards the ground, his tiny form bouncing off the random flotsam of the maelstrom.
He hit the ground with a thump and puff of dust, laying still.
The goblin wasted no time.
A strange, digital chime rang out three times in rapid succession, and when the others looked to its source, Grobdum stared back at them, his body in hideous disproportion.
“Grob-“ Klaud managed to stutter before a broad stream of sputtering magic erupted from his fingertip, detonating in the center of the group. Body scattered in every direction as green energy and smoke cast propelled them into the darkness. Grobdum stomped into the crater he had formed at the epicenter of the swirling column of objects that soared overhead. Raising his broken staff into the air, the golden-skinned goblin began to chant and murmur, dark clouds beginning to form overhead.
“A traitor to the last!” Clayton snarled, sweeping a sweaty lock of hair from his face. He lifted his blunderbuss to his cheek and looked down the sights at his oversized target. “This is the last time I let you stand in my way!” His finger began to depress the trigger when an arrow whizzed by, slicing a deep cut into his cheek.
Staggering back in shock, He cupped his hand over the wound. “What in the blazes?” he stammered, searching for its source. Lyra stood a few yards away, already drawing another arrow from her quiver. A bright white radiance flashed from her eyes as she looked upon her target and placed the arrow on the string. “What are you doing, girl?!” he snapped. He barely had time to dive to the ground, avoiding the thief’s next shot.
“Watch yerself!” Crow yelled to Christa, but the warning came too late.
Raw Onion’s powerful kick hit her squarely in the jaw, filling her mouth with blood and spinning her already cloudy vision. The leader barely had a moment to collect herself before she was forced to evade another attack from her equine assailant. She spit, fragments of tooth splattering onto the ground in a clot of blood, brandishing her weapons. “What the hell is going on here?!” she shouted, her swollen lip distorting her words. The pegasus warrior offered no answers but instead looped high into the air and plummeted towards her target at break-neck velocity.
A thunderous clang rang out as Topman deflected the crimson path of Isaac’s blood blade. The skilled combatants moved in an elegant dance of skill as the old man lunged forward, his blood reforming into something akin to a rapier and the android side stepping the thrust. Topman’s steel boot swung up, but was stopped short by a dense barrier of hardened gore.
The bloodlance’s weapon shifted and warped as he desired it, the vital fluids dancing like water around the robot with every strike and parry. A firm jab from the bot found no purchase as Isaac evaded it to the side, his single good arm then lashing out and striking the robot-master’s torso. The blood flowed away from the wound, revealing only a shallow scratch.
Smirking, Topman shook his head, “Sorry.” A gentle hum revved up inside the machine’s body, only a half a moment passing before he whipped around like a dervish. Some part of the twirling metal struck Isaac and cast him to the ground in a heap, his blood splashing onto the floor as he lost control over it.
“What’s gotten into you, matey?” Crow shouted as he twisted around Abner’s combat blade, his hypnotic movements skirting every move that the ex-trooper made. Flowing into a rolling turn, the pirate offered his back to his opponent, only slide to the side of an aggressive stab, the blade dashing between his ribs and his upper limb. Clamping down, he trapped the trooper’s arm in his armpit, twisting his body to control Abner’s movements. “Give it up, you dog!” he pleaded as he pried the knife from Abner’s grip, “We be so damn close ta absolution!”
“Acht!” Richtofen spat as the tiny wooden boy climbed over his back. He spun, his hands reaching in an attempt to grab the puppet as it smacked its tiny fists into his head. “Mein Got!” he swore in frustration, “Get off me!” His grasp finally found purchase on Pinocchio’s leg, and the nazi scientist spiked the wooden lad into the ground.
Klaud sneered, wiping the blood from the corner of her chin. Rolling to the side, she found her feet and snapped her hand out, the glowing blue tip cracking in the air. “They’re being affected by the angel!” the general shouted, still crouched, “Defend yourself but try not to hurt them!”
Her call to action would be more difficult than she had expected as Grobdum charged forward, his magically expanded body standing a full foot taller than she was. Holy light beamed from his eyes, every aspect the goblin’s flesh now completely different in color than it was when their adventure had just begun. Klaud dove out of his path, her whip lashing out as she moved. The azure energy of the weapon cracked when it struck the goblin’s back, severing one of the leather straps that held the large box he had begun carrying.
The chest tumbled to the black floor, sliding a few feet backwards. Klaud glanced to the object before disregarding it and shouting, “Don’t make me do this!” to her giant-sized ally. When he turned to the broiling sky and thrust his half-staff to the sky, she grimaced and cast her whip out once again.
The whip snapped around the wooden staff and the general jerked it from Grobdum’s hand. The brooding of the clouds suddenly dissipated and the enraged goblin shrieked in frustration, his clawed fingers balling tightly.
“Grobdum!” she pleaded, “Stop this! Don’t let that thing control you!” The radiant aura of the angel’s light did not leave the goblin, nor did his anger.
Running over to the chest, he kicked it open with his booted foot and reached his clutching hands inside. The darkness of the Void could not consume the hateful glimmer from points that ran along the surface of the absolutely gigantic spiked sphere. The empowered goblin took a moment to admire the relic from his era as a warboss and grabbed the long iron chain that it was attached to before turning his holy vision on Klaud. A malicious grin spread over his face, his empty white eyes glaring at her with hollow rage.
“Aw shit,” she the woman sighed, instinctively taking a step back.
It seemed as though the ground itself almost quaked when the greenskin let out a bellowing battle cry, lumbering forward with the artifact of his crusades held above his head. Klaud was thankful that the shaman was rather unskilled as a martial combatant as she easily moved from the spiked chain’s path and flicked her wrist, lashing his wild weapon with her own.
The two tugged between each other, their serpentine weapons entangled between them. “Just let me help you!” Klaud commanded, jerking the knot of leather and steel towards herself. Grobdum’s nostrils flared in irritation and he reached out and placed both hands on his chain. A bestial roar issued forth and he ripped with his oversized arms, the general lurching hard into his chest.
“Wai-“ she managed before his heavy fist pounded into her gut, lifting her from the ground. It was at this point that the oversized goblin grabbed her by the shoulders, tore his weapon away from her own, and hurled her skyward into the spiraling sea of long-lost bric a brac.
The distorted physics of the Void showed their peculiarity as Klaud continued to fly through the sky, no longer tethered to the pull of the earth. Instead, the gentle gravity of a massive, floating anchor pulled her in, and her feet gently landed upon its surface. Standing at a perpendicular angle to the ground below, Klaud watched as her former allies tore each other apart.
“Why…” she softly asked herself, not truly expecting an answer from the looming white figure that shined not too distantly, “Why do this?” Her fists balled at her sides, and tears began to slip down her cheeks, parting from her flesh and drifting weightless in the air. “WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM US!?” she finally snapped, howling into the Void, demanding an answer from an eternity that spanned in every conceivable direction, endless in its expansiveness and ceaseless in its apathy. Still, the angel stared on, unmoving.
Below, Grobdum spun the ball overhead before releasing it, allowing it to crash into a clock that lazily ticked over his head. Crouching down, he leapt into the air and simultaneously tugged, pulling himself into the strange gravity of the maelstrom.
Clambering over the clock, he sprung from item to item, leaping across the endlessly strange and unique items as he made his way towards his foe. Regaining her composure, Klaud scowled and cast her whip out, wrapping it around a nearby lamp post. Grunting, she swung it down and released it, sending it flying through the ether.
Grobdum leapt up as the lamp post smashed through the wooden chair he had just departed, brachiating his way through a series of umbrellas. A fishbowl, complete with goldfish, slammed through a window pane, scattering twinkling shards of glass in every direction as Klaud continued to toss anything she could catch. The goblin soared through the mesmerizing field of scintillating crystal, the holy madness the angel had cursed him not allowing him to notice the myriad cuts that opened up on his face and arms, nor the blood that wept from them as he soared. Snatching a wagon wheel, his momentum spun him around before he planted his feet on the axle and steadied it.
He held his hand up towards the woman and her eyes shot wide in fear. Another burst of undirected viridian magic burst from his palm, scattering in every direction. Explosions blasted all around her as items her blown to scraps, the fragments colliding with each other and flying towards every horizon. One of the streams of power struck the base of the anchor, catapulting her back into the Void without ballast or orientation.
Tumbling head over heel, Klaud’s arms and legs thrashed in a wild attempt to reclaim her bearing as she soared through the treacherous vacuum. Grobdum pushed off of the wheel, thrusting it off behind him and propelling himself forward. The two collided midair in a tangle of claws, fists, steel and leather.
“Stop this!” she shouted into his face as she pushed his snapping maw away. “Stop this while we still can!” The ravenous monster did not listen, if it could even hear her. Posturing up, she leaned backwards and maximized the distance between herself and the goblin’s face before pulling her arm back and slamming an elbow into his nose.
As his nose flattened and split in a burst of weightless gore, the goblin size stuttered back down to his native height, the sphere and chain now hilariously oversized in his hands. Klaud easily overtook the diminutive combatant’s strength and stuffed her foot into his belly. With a grunt, she kicked him down away from her and towards the ground, his tiny form bouncing off the random flotsam of the maelstrom.
He hit the ground with a thump and puff of dust, laying still.
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