05-07-2018, 08:05 PM
"PREPARE BULWARKS FOR IMMINENT PERFORATION." the roaring giant screeched, sweeping his hand across the rally of snorting dune buggies. Various riders and drivers pulled various implements of scrap metal from the floors of their ramshackle chariots, bringing them to bear against the swirling vortices of the King's prowess. Scintillating streaks of light traced the the deaths of a dozen more curs, but Gilgamesh sniffed in annoyance that not every whistling blade had snuffed one of these worthless lives.
Their mountainous leader had, as a matter of fact, been hit by three very large swords, which did not seem to be phasing him in the slightest. The helmeted man had all the resemblances of a Greek gladiator, with a scalloped helm, armored shoulder, and naught but a ruffling loincloth which wavered helplessly against the wash of air as his personal command car wheeled in the direction of the king. The immense man hoisted an RPG onto his beefy arm and shouted angrily.
"INITIATE BALLISTIC VENGEANCE!" he screamed, stuffing a football-sized grenade into the tip of the launch tube.
Gilgamesh smirked, and lifted his chin up as the snap-woosh of incoming rocket fire reported. A purple barrier of regal countenance denied an incoming hail of bullets, but Gilgamesh gasped in vain as the burning warhead wooshed past him.
"No–!" was all he could manage before houses and alleys behind him were engulfed in a blast of ocher smoke and boiling fire. The King may have been stunned at the carnage, if not for the churlish, barking laughter of this bandit lieutenant that brought him back to center. When the Golden Monarch turned again, the yawping brute had two more RPGs resting on his shoulders. Rippling portals winked into existence on Gilgamesh's flanks, and a pair of beloved treasures intercepted the fired rockets midair. In unison, the entire armada of buggies turned towards the gap, guns still raging. Bullets smacked and drove into the crumbled stucco and sandstone around the King as his right hand twitched reflexively...
...No. No even if he had the legendary blade he would not draw forth his greatest treasure against these monsters. They were undignified predators, and no more deserved to have their lives extinguished by Ea than did a dog. At the same time, it was clear that they were here to destroy, not to attack him. Perhaps, with enough time, he could send them running, but could he do so before they managed to level an entire block of Nippur? While the King pondered the tactical options available to him, the leader's buggy revved hard and kicked a rooster tail of red sand high into the otherwise pure sky. He leapt, clear of his command vehicle, up and up into the sky, before slamming into the ground in front of Gilgamesh.
The King did not move, and stared down at the hunkered man.
"Identify yourself, mongrel, that I may savor your death properly." the Babylonian hissed, bidding a dozen more portals to swirl into existence. The yellow radiance gleamed off of the scuffed edges of the berserker's filthy murmillo, but did not penetrate the inky interior of the helm.
"I. AM. DUDGEON." he roared, surging up the rubbled hillock towards the radiant ruler. Bare hands slammed into a newly summoned lavender barrier, and in another instant, chains tore loose from thin air and bound up the cretin in divine bindings.
"NNYYAARGH. I AM ENSNARED!" he screeched, straining against the chains. Blood boiled out of his wounds as he flexed, which Gilgamesh found aesthetically pleasing. The King slowly drew a heavy scythe from his treasures and let it rest loosely in two hands. He raised it high overhead and leered down at Dudgeon's neck, finding his mark.
"And now you are dead." Gilgamesh muttered in the instant before getting run over by a dirtbike. The shining king couldn't help but cry out as he was dashed from the wall, rolling to a stop some few meters from where he had been standing. A pack of three, cackling bandits cheered and hooted from atop their revving machines before zooming off into the depths of the city. A swiftly conjured portal saw one of them reduced to a grisly melange of metal and flesh, but the others zipped away. The King was sure the rest of the raiding party wouldn't be far behind.
How to salvage this situation...
Their mountainous leader had, as a matter of fact, been hit by three very large swords, which did not seem to be phasing him in the slightest. The helmeted man had all the resemblances of a Greek gladiator, with a scalloped helm, armored shoulder, and naught but a ruffling loincloth which wavered helplessly against the wash of air as his personal command car wheeled in the direction of the king. The immense man hoisted an RPG onto his beefy arm and shouted angrily.
"INITIATE BALLISTIC VENGEANCE!" he screamed, stuffing a football-sized grenade into the tip of the launch tube.
Gilgamesh smirked, and lifted his chin up as the snap-woosh of incoming rocket fire reported. A purple barrier of regal countenance denied an incoming hail of bullets, but Gilgamesh gasped in vain as the burning warhead wooshed past him.
"No–!" was all he could manage before houses and alleys behind him were engulfed in a blast of ocher smoke and boiling fire. The King may have been stunned at the carnage, if not for the churlish, barking laughter of this bandit lieutenant that brought him back to center. When the Golden Monarch turned again, the yawping brute had two more RPGs resting on his shoulders. Rippling portals winked into existence on Gilgamesh's flanks, and a pair of beloved treasures intercepted the fired rockets midair. In unison, the entire armada of buggies turned towards the gap, guns still raging. Bullets smacked and drove into the crumbled stucco and sandstone around the King as his right hand twitched reflexively...
...No. No even if he had the legendary blade he would not draw forth his greatest treasure against these monsters. They were undignified predators, and no more deserved to have their lives extinguished by Ea than did a dog. At the same time, it was clear that they were here to destroy, not to attack him. Perhaps, with enough time, he could send them running, but could he do so before they managed to level an entire block of Nippur? While the King pondered the tactical options available to him, the leader's buggy revved hard and kicked a rooster tail of red sand high into the otherwise pure sky. He leapt, clear of his command vehicle, up and up into the sky, before slamming into the ground in front of Gilgamesh.
The King did not move, and stared down at the hunkered man.
"Identify yourself, mongrel, that I may savor your death properly." the Babylonian hissed, bidding a dozen more portals to swirl into existence. The yellow radiance gleamed off of the scuffed edges of the berserker's filthy murmillo, but did not penetrate the inky interior of the helm.
"I. AM. DUDGEON." he roared, surging up the rubbled hillock towards the radiant ruler. Bare hands slammed into a newly summoned lavender barrier, and in another instant, chains tore loose from thin air and bound up the cretin in divine bindings.
"NNYYAARGH. I AM ENSNARED!" he screeched, straining against the chains. Blood boiled out of his wounds as he flexed, which Gilgamesh found aesthetically pleasing. The King slowly drew a heavy scythe from his treasures and let it rest loosely in two hands. He raised it high overhead and leered down at Dudgeon's neck, finding his mark.
"And now you are dead." Gilgamesh muttered in the instant before getting run over by a dirtbike. The shining king couldn't help but cry out as he was dashed from the wall, rolling to a stop some few meters from where he had been standing. A pack of three, cackling bandits cheered and hooted from atop their revving machines before zooming off into the depths of the city. A swiftly conjured portal saw one of them reduced to a grisly melange of metal and flesh, but the others zipped away. The King was sure the rest of the raiding party wouldn't be far behind.
How to salvage this situation...
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