05-07-2016, 02:19 AM
A barrage of rock fell upon him with the churning vehemence of a storm while Gildarts surfed the mighty molten tides of where he had been corralled. Orange light glistened on his eyes, illuminating their charcoal shade to one of amber. Shadows passed over in the hollowed contours where bone evidently lay beneath the skin of the Prime’s face. Not too far from the wizard, one of his stranger looking companions looked as though he had finally laid a blow on the dragon that had done some damage.
A mighty screech shook the vats of lava below him, and the corners of his little island swayed in its place, threatening to succumb to the greasy liquid that splattered at his feet. Gildarts drifted nearly idle on this little island, but a single glance cast over his shoulder confirmed to him that the rest were as stranded above the liquid hell, just as he was. Meanwhile, the dragon, while the ancestral beast musthad been injured, yet it still slithered free, roaming above and using the trace amounts of sulfuric gas to conceal himself while his congealing wound might heal, this took but a moment, for now the predator’s sleek scales shone from high above as dazzling stars in the parting clouds. Upon seeing the state of the space marine, disarmed and all, Gildarts was forced to realize just how dire he and his group of battle-borne strangers were to becoming barbecued. The second the dragon should choose to pop out, they would all die.
It wouldn’t take much, they were already half-cooked. The sweat was now pouring from Gildarts’ brow, which he blinked blearily through, as the heat from the molten rock fell upward. Gildarts freed his neck of the last shreds of his cape, and let his eyes, though searing from the heat, glide with the trailing movements his foe. If the carnivorous vulture thought it was on the brink of death, backed into a corner, it would resort to a most primal instinct, one that would grant the beast the strength to survive. The carnivore would feed upon the fear coursing through its own black veins, the same fear that would deliver the news of its death with the outpouring of blood.
An eruption of fire created a sky that resembled the flaming sea below him, everywhere he could see was submerged in an inferno. He stared at the pit of hell, and within it, it’s king. Their enemy had staged an entrance of the utmost grandeur, as though it had already declared its victory. There were but scorches left on the last of the towering rocks of obsidian, rocks which now lay in the bubbling magma, as though the beast was offering its guarantee that they would be made a part of the stew which simmered below. With the swiveling arch of light, the dragon moved through the sky, rippling like a fish who’s path was unheeded.
A sickening laughter caused his stomach to churn, a sly, serpentine voice snarled, Well, what are you waiting for? Willfully, the Prime did not respond, however, a certain darkness had fallen upon his eyes, sparks shot out from beneath his floating island and crackled as they made contact with his perspiring flesh. Gildarts had tried nearly everything, and now, his muscles riddled with thorns of pain, his skin, charred to resemble coal scales as the dragon flaunted, and his mind was heavy, stirring as slowly as the thick vats inches from his chin.
Aren’t you going to... Kill it? To vanquish the monster before it kills your allies? The voice antagonized, yet held an appeal that was so very seductive. Gildarts knew what she was offering, and the idea was all too much like a snake, slithering too far into his head. She, the snake, beckoning him with promises of the forbidden fruit. The Malefactor, the apple, and power, he could have it all, and the temptation tickled his mind. I can see you’re holding your breath... What's the risk, now that you’re all going to die? Give in. It’s the only way.
It was a lie.
A surge of fire lashed at his back, he jumped up in pain, then teetered on the edge of the last piece of paradise. A splash warned him of his fate, while burning the edges of his toes, and he saw Zack and Tom had been able to block these malicious burns, but Gildarts could no longer fight the unforgivable truth that bombarded his thoughts.
They were going to die.
Upon a final thrill of fear for his allies who had fought so hard for their lives, Gildarts reluctantly agreed to the serpent. He would see to it that the mountain would be Volvagia’s tomb, for his sacrifice if it would save them, would be worth it, if his allies were delivered.
With a careful sweep of his eyes, he was off. His feet followed as they fell over a path of randomly strewn floating rocks, while the burns of gushing lava were driven deeper into the man’s bone and flesh, he carried onward, the islands bobbed under his weight, and his flesh sizzled, inches before it made contact with the bubbling pool. Volvagia raged on in the sky, its cursed body full of light and vigor, Gildarts felt his own body pulsating with new energy, one that would give him the strength to conquer ten dragons, let alone one runt who burped fire. Fresh adrenaline flooded his body, all while his mind felt cool and serene, as though it had overcome the torment sieged upon his body, and he were ready to fight with the last ounces of fervor he could muster.
Every muscle’s movement, calculated to such precision that he didn’t teeter on any of the flooded edges of stone his body balanced on. Finally, he dug in, a tidal wave of magma tore behind Gildarts and sprayed all in its vicinity, while Gildarts took to the sky in one, unyielding leap.
A silver fist raised upward, ready to bash whatever obstructed its path, and the sinewy body that carried it bore the marks of agonized destruction the very beast he targeted had caused. The prime’s tan body convulsed in agony as he had not expected the dragon to dive down at the last minute, and tackle him into the ground with its jaws. Spiked teeth, the size of blades sparkled as they tore into Gildarts flesh, luckily it was the side of his body that could endure the most of the pain, and his leg and arm molded in metal endured with a weary creaking.
With eyes narrowed, Gildarts gleaned his shot, and on his bloody lips gathered a confident but burdened smile. Shards of white fire burned from his fist as the Prime used his arm to aim in the beast’s mouth. Gildarts spoke, "Time's up," as the white flame tore through the innards of the dragon and Gildarts was tossed aside by the shocked dragon's thrashing wings.
A mighty screech shook the vats of lava below him, and the corners of his little island swayed in its place, threatening to succumb to the greasy liquid that splattered at his feet. Gildarts drifted nearly idle on this little island, but a single glance cast over his shoulder confirmed to him that the rest were as stranded above the liquid hell, just as he was. Meanwhile, the dragon, while the ancestral beast musthad been injured, yet it still slithered free, roaming above and using the trace amounts of sulfuric gas to conceal himself while his congealing wound might heal, this took but a moment, for now the predator’s sleek scales shone from high above as dazzling stars in the parting clouds. Upon seeing the state of the space marine, disarmed and all, Gildarts was forced to realize just how dire he and his group of battle-borne strangers were to becoming barbecued. The second the dragon should choose to pop out, they would all die.
It wouldn’t take much, they were already half-cooked. The sweat was now pouring from Gildarts’ brow, which he blinked blearily through, as the heat from the molten rock fell upward. Gildarts freed his neck of the last shreds of his cape, and let his eyes, though searing from the heat, glide with the trailing movements his foe. If the carnivorous vulture thought it was on the brink of death, backed into a corner, it would resort to a most primal instinct, one that would grant the beast the strength to survive. The carnivore would feed upon the fear coursing through its own black veins, the same fear that would deliver the news of its death with the outpouring of blood.
An eruption of fire created a sky that resembled the flaming sea below him, everywhere he could see was submerged in an inferno. He stared at the pit of hell, and within it, it’s king. Their enemy had staged an entrance of the utmost grandeur, as though it had already declared its victory. There were but scorches left on the last of the towering rocks of obsidian, rocks which now lay in the bubbling magma, as though the beast was offering its guarantee that they would be made a part of the stew which simmered below. With the swiveling arch of light, the dragon moved through the sky, rippling like a fish who’s path was unheeded.
A sickening laughter caused his stomach to churn, a sly, serpentine voice snarled, Well, what are you waiting for? Willfully, the Prime did not respond, however, a certain darkness had fallen upon his eyes, sparks shot out from beneath his floating island and crackled as they made contact with his perspiring flesh. Gildarts had tried nearly everything, and now, his muscles riddled with thorns of pain, his skin, charred to resemble coal scales as the dragon flaunted, and his mind was heavy, stirring as slowly as the thick vats inches from his chin.
Aren’t you going to... Kill it? To vanquish the monster before it kills your allies? The voice antagonized, yet held an appeal that was so very seductive. Gildarts knew what she was offering, and the idea was all too much like a snake, slithering too far into his head. She, the snake, beckoning him with promises of the forbidden fruit. The Malefactor, the apple, and power, he could have it all, and the temptation tickled his mind. I can see you’re holding your breath... What's the risk, now that you’re all going to die? Give in. It’s the only way.
It was a lie.
A surge of fire lashed at his back, he jumped up in pain, then teetered on the edge of the last piece of paradise. A splash warned him of his fate, while burning the edges of his toes, and he saw Zack and Tom had been able to block these malicious burns, but Gildarts could no longer fight the unforgivable truth that bombarded his thoughts.
They were going to die.
Upon a final thrill of fear for his allies who had fought so hard for their lives, Gildarts reluctantly agreed to the serpent. He would see to it that the mountain would be Volvagia’s tomb, for his sacrifice if it would save them, would be worth it, if his allies were delivered.
With a careful sweep of his eyes, he was off. His feet followed as they fell over a path of randomly strewn floating rocks, while the burns of gushing lava were driven deeper into the man’s bone and flesh, he carried onward, the islands bobbed under his weight, and his flesh sizzled, inches before it made contact with the bubbling pool. Volvagia raged on in the sky, its cursed body full of light and vigor, Gildarts felt his own body pulsating with new energy, one that would give him the strength to conquer ten dragons, let alone one runt who burped fire. Fresh adrenaline flooded his body, all while his mind felt cool and serene, as though it had overcome the torment sieged upon his body, and he were ready to fight with the last ounces of fervor he could muster.
Every muscle’s movement, calculated to such precision that he didn’t teeter on any of the flooded edges of stone his body balanced on. Finally, he dug in, a tidal wave of magma tore behind Gildarts and sprayed all in its vicinity, while Gildarts took to the sky in one, unyielding leap.
A silver fist raised upward, ready to bash whatever obstructed its path, and the sinewy body that carried it bore the marks of agonized destruction the very beast he targeted had caused. The prime’s tan body convulsed in agony as he had not expected the dragon to dive down at the last minute, and tackle him into the ground with its jaws. Spiked teeth, the size of blades sparkled as they tore into Gildarts flesh, luckily it was the side of his body that could endure the most of the pain, and his leg and arm molded in metal endured with a weary creaking.
With eyes narrowed, Gildarts gleaned his shot, and on his bloody lips gathered a confident but burdened smile. Shards of white fire burned from his fist as the Prime used his arm to aim in the beast’s mouth. Gildarts spoke, "Time's up," as the white flame tore through the innards of the dragon and Gildarts was tossed aside by the shocked dragon's thrashing wings.
Quote:1 sp used -malefactor (4/8sp total)+
T2 supermove the aftermath-2 sp used inside volvy’s mouth
used sp total 6/8 used in all
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