07-17-2017, 11:08 PM
Ogong, processing the lack of sand monster, collapsed to his knees, spitting blood out of his mouth.
“Yay...” he muttered, “We won...”
Anticlimactically, he fell on his face. Jim glanced quickly up at the rapidly evaporating roof and pick the monkey up by the hood.
“Come on, kid. I ain’t carrying you all the way there. Get up.”
Ogong didn’t respond. Somerled grimaced.
“Come on, Jim.”
The storm spirit started sprinting down the hallway, his footsteps muffled in the void just behind Jim. The marine hefted the monkey over his armored shoulder and started running clumsily after Somerled. Stone collapsed behind them, then was never there.
As they entered the hallway, the three Liberators heard crisp laughter echo down the hallway from ahead.
“Uh oh,” Jim muttered.
Quartets of gunshots marked the rebounding bullets that shattered the stone behind the Liberators, sending shards of sandstone into the growing void. Jim instinctively turned in place, crouching and covering the monkey boy with his arms. Somerled ducked behind Jim’s leg.
“You asshole!” the spirit roared, lashing out with his bullwhip. It smacked the skeleton in the face. The Dusted Gunslinger indignantly threw all four pistols at the Liberators before pulling out a fresh set of revolvers. Then it cackled as the hallway seemed to tilt backwards. Pillars shot out from the floor, intending to crush the trio. Fortunately, Jim managed to latch onto one with his hand, still holding Ogong. Somerled couldn’t find such luck and fell down, the void tingling behind him. He lashed out with his whip in a Hail Mary move. He found purchase around Yeo-Ee-Pil, which was being extended by the monkey.
“OH GOD MY BACK”
Ogong looked down, his feet holding onto Jim’s chestpiece and his hands holding Somerled from certain non-existence. There was no color in the abyss below them. The monkey felt his simple mind try and wrap around the lack of things. Seeing a black hole was fairly simple. He’d seen it before, in the Second Great War back home. He had even seen whole words vanish. Whole concepts and ideas disappearing. This was nothing like the void Ogong stared into as he pulled Somerled up towards them. It wasn’t a blank white, but it also wasn’t the black of darkness. There was just... absence.
“Not dead, then,” Jim smiled.
“I rescheduled,” Ogong replied through grit teeth.
The Dusted Gunslinger was perched on a pillar himself, annoyed that his enemies were somehow still alive, shot at the pillar Jim was holding onto. Jim instinctively reached for his gun and fired rapidly and haphazardly. A handful of spikes and the Gunslinger’s rounds landed on both loose sandstone pillars, which collapsed simultaneously. The skeleton yelped and reversed gravity again, turning the ceiling into the floor and the reality-erasing floor into the reality-erasing ceiling.
The bullwhip went slack and Somerled fell on top of the other two. All four began to tumble down the hallway. After a second, all four fighters began to resume combat. Jim opened his shield to guard Somerled and Ogong from the barrage of revolver shots, and Ogong kicked off the rapidly passing wall and lunged at the skeleton. Upon colliding with the skeleton, the monkey pressed his opponent’s skull against the wall and grinded it. Surprisingly, it did nothing but shoot sparks. The skeleton quadruple-pistol-whipped Ogong, who gripped his head in pain. He used Yeo-Ee-Pil to smack the skeleton towards Somerled, who gripped onto the Dusted Gunslinger and commenced a brutal beatdown of the Gunslinger.
As the skeletal menace aimed all four guns at the three Liberators, its arms in angles not possible for the human body, Somerled instinctively kicked the skeleton in the chin. The kick was extremely fast, and emitted a thundering sound, if the thundering sound was emitted from under five feet of concrete.
The skeleton shot faster downward than the Liberators. Terrified by the rapidly approaching wall, the skeleton waved his hands. Gravity normalized again, and the four warriors skittered across the rough sandstone floor. Ogong very adamantly regretted not wearing proper clothes for this as he looked at his bleeding forearms.
The Dusted Gunslinger growled, then cackled loudly again. It vanished in a cloud of dust. The three looked back at the all-devouring absence, approaching quickly behind them. Ogong continued to try and ignore how he clearly remembered a stony surface where there was now clearly nothing. It was a nothing so hollow there was no possibility anything could have existed in that lack of space.
Shaking his head, he set off in a sprint behind the two other Liberators. Jim again struggled to keep up with them. They didn’t say anything – no use wasting precious breath for unnecessary words – and flung themselves into a room.
It was unclear if they were making any solid progress through the temple. Most of the time, they were just guessing which path to take when faced with various forks in the path. Thankfully, Ogong finally recognized a landmark. He saw the smoking pile of black steel that had trapped him and almost got him killed by Jim.
“There!” the monkey yelled.
The Liberators sprinted down the corridor and past the armor. The monkey, being the fastest by a slight margin, jogged around the corner and grit his teeth. There was a wall where the hallway had continued. He rapped against it with his staff. He spent a few seconds
“Jim! I need your grr-nay thing!”
Ogong and Somerled ducked behind Jim. Jim fiddled with his rifle, then launched one grenade in a hurry. The void was catching up. Ogong focused as much magic as he could.
“HWA!”
The fireball hit the explosive, and Jim pulled open his shield as quickly as he could. The inferno was stopped by the thin force field. With the wall busted under the heat, the two smaller Liberators ran and vaulted through the hole. Jim just kind of charged through, sandstone dust spilling behind his shoulder.
In front of them, another wall was starting to seal up the hallway. Behind the sliding stone, the Gunslinger could be seen. Panicked, the Darkling fired another barrage of bullets, but could not aim properly through the crack.
Ogong hopped through the closing gap and stuck Yeo-Ee-Pil between the wall and the sliding slab of sandstone, holding it open for his teammates. Yeo-Ee-Pil groaned under the pressure. Ogong, out of breath, slipped through and suddenly noticed the stabbing pain in his shoulder. He’d been shot.
The Gunslinger cackled as he faded away again. Ogong fell on his knee, staring in horror at the blood pouring out.
“Yay...” he muttered, “We won...”
Anticlimactically, he fell on his face. Jim glanced quickly up at the rapidly evaporating roof and pick the monkey up by the hood.
“Come on, kid. I ain’t carrying you all the way there. Get up.”
Ogong didn’t respond. Somerled grimaced.
“Come on, Jim.”
The storm spirit started sprinting down the hallway, his footsteps muffled in the void just behind Jim. The marine hefted the monkey over his armored shoulder and started running clumsily after Somerled. Stone collapsed behind them, then was never there.
As they entered the hallway, the three Liberators heard crisp laughter echo down the hallway from ahead.
“Uh oh,” Jim muttered.
Quartets of gunshots marked the rebounding bullets that shattered the stone behind the Liberators, sending shards of sandstone into the growing void. Jim instinctively turned in place, crouching and covering the monkey boy with his arms. Somerled ducked behind Jim’s leg.
“You asshole!” the spirit roared, lashing out with his bullwhip. It smacked the skeleton in the face. The Dusted Gunslinger indignantly threw all four pistols at the Liberators before pulling out a fresh set of revolvers. Then it cackled as the hallway seemed to tilt backwards. Pillars shot out from the floor, intending to crush the trio. Fortunately, Jim managed to latch onto one with his hand, still holding Ogong. Somerled couldn’t find such luck and fell down, the void tingling behind him. He lashed out with his whip in a Hail Mary move. He found purchase around Yeo-Ee-Pil, which was being extended by the monkey.
“OH GOD MY BACK”
Ogong looked down, his feet holding onto Jim’s chestpiece and his hands holding Somerled from certain non-existence. There was no color in the abyss below them. The monkey felt his simple mind try and wrap around the lack of things. Seeing a black hole was fairly simple. He’d seen it before, in the Second Great War back home. He had even seen whole words vanish. Whole concepts and ideas disappearing. This was nothing like the void Ogong stared into as he pulled Somerled up towards them. It wasn’t a blank white, but it also wasn’t the black of darkness. There was just... absence.
“Not dead, then,” Jim smiled.
“I rescheduled,” Ogong replied through grit teeth.
The Dusted Gunslinger was perched on a pillar himself, annoyed that his enemies were somehow still alive, shot at the pillar Jim was holding onto. Jim instinctively reached for his gun and fired rapidly and haphazardly. A handful of spikes and the Gunslinger’s rounds landed on both loose sandstone pillars, which collapsed simultaneously. The skeleton yelped and reversed gravity again, turning the ceiling into the floor and the reality-erasing floor into the reality-erasing ceiling.
The bullwhip went slack and Somerled fell on top of the other two. All four began to tumble down the hallway. After a second, all four fighters began to resume combat. Jim opened his shield to guard Somerled and Ogong from the barrage of revolver shots, and Ogong kicked off the rapidly passing wall and lunged at the skeleton. Upon colliding with the skeleton, the monkey pressed his opponent’s skull against the wall and grinded it. Surprisingly, it did nothing but shoot sparks. The skeleton quadruple-pistol-whipped Ogong, who gripped his head in pain. He used Yeo-Ee-Pil to smack the skeleton towards Somerled, who gripped onto the Dusted Gunslinger and commenced a brutal beatdown of the Gunslinger.
As the skeletal menace aimed all four guns at the three Liberators, its arms in angles not possible for the human body, Somerled instinctively kicked the skeleton in the chin. The kick was extremely fast, and emitted a thundering sound, if the thundering sound was emitted from under five feet of concrete.
The skeleton shot faster downward than the Liberators. Terrified by the rapidly approaching wall, the skeleton waved his hands. Gravity normalized again, and the four warriors skittered across the rough sandstone floor. Ogong very adamantly regretted not wearing proper clothes for this as he looked at his bleeding forearms.
The Dusted Gunslinger growled, then cackled loudly again. It vanished in a cloud of dust. The three looked back at the all-devouring absence, approaching quickly behind them. Ogong continued to try and ignore how he clearly remembered a stony surface where there was now clearly nothing. It was a nothing so hollow there was no possibility anything could have existed in that lack of space.
Shaking his head, he set off in a sprint behind the two other Liberators. Jim again struggled to keep up with them. They didn’t say anything – no use wasting precious breath for unnecessary words – and flung themselves into a room.
It was unclear if they were making any solid progress through the temple. Most of the time, they were just guessing which path to take when faced with various forks in the path. Thankfully, Ogong finally recognized a landmark. He saw the smoking pile of black steel that had trapped him and almost got him killed by Jim.
“There!” the monkey yelled.
The Liberators sprinted down the corridor and past the armor. The monkey, being the fastest by a slight margin, jogged around the corner and grit his teeth. There was a wall where the hallway had continued. He rapped against it with his staff. He spent a few seconds
“Jim! I need your grr-nay thing!”
Ogong and Somerled ducked behind Jim. Jim fiddled with his rifle, then launched one grenade in a hurry. The void was catching up. Ogong focused as much magic as he could.
“HWA!”
The fireball hit the explosive, and Jim pulled open his shield as quickly as he could. The inferno was stopped by the thin force field. With the wall busted under the heat, the two smaller Liberators ran and vaulted through the hole. Jim just kind of charged through, sandstone dust spilling behind his shoulder.
In front of them, another wall was starting to seal up the hallway. Behind the sliding stone, the Gunslinger could be seen. Panicked, the Darkling fired another barrage of bullets, but could not aim properly through the crack.
Ogong hopped through the closing gap and stuck Yeo-Ee-Pil between the wall and the sliding slab of sandstone, holding it open for his teammates. Yeo-Ee-Pil groaned under the pressure. Ogong, out of breath, slipped through and suddenly noticed the stabbing pain in his shoulder. He’d been shot.
The Gunslinger cackled as he faded away again. Ogong fell on his knee, staring in horror at the blood pouring out.
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