05-17-2016, 04:33 PM
The dreamer glowered at the two men. She had been expecting something like a group of lost Gorons, or maybe a group of bounty hunters sent to capture the two girls for a hefty prize. But instead, she was now face-to-face with a pair of pizza delivery men. …Were there pizza places in the Ashen Steppes? She couldn’t recall any; and besides, she never even ordered a pizza in the first place. Then again, she didn’t account for Chara. She never really understood that girl. If anyone here had ordered a pizza, it was her.
Madotsuki turned to question the megalomaniac, but couldn’t get a single word out before the shorter guy tossed the pizza pie towards her face. It made contact, and the nightterror scrambled to rip the pizza off of her before the steamy, melted cheese left some unsightly burn marks on her face. Ever been hit in the face with a fresh-out-of-the-oven pizza? It isn’t a very pleasant experience. She finally ripped the food away from her, blinking away tears due to the heat.
She didn’t need to be a rocket scientist to see that the situation had escalated. Chara and the skeleton she had called Sans (that probably explained the oven mitts—being a living bag of bones meant you attracted a lot of attention) were duking it out near the door; Chara was fighting the only way she knew how: by stabbing and slashing. Sans, on the other hand, summoned waves upon waves of femur bones to deter her attacks. By the time she plowed through all the blockades, the skeleton had vanished, only to reappear behind her and launch more bones. She spun around, trying to reflect the projectiles, but she hadn’t been quick enough to block the one heading for her face. The blow knocked her backwards a bit, but the only thing that attack seemed to do was aggravate the megalomanic even further. She raced towards Sans, who ducked away. “You’re still as weak as ever~” she jeered, backing up as Sans shot bones out the ground to impale her.
Madotsuki had wanted to help, but she was distinctly aware of the man training a gun on her. Sure, she was fast, but not fast enough to dodge bullets. She wasn’t sure what the weapon shot, but if it was lasers, her next move would’ve screwed her over; she closed her eyes and focused, feeling herself detach from this plane of existence. The tall man (who was most definitely human) opened fire as the dreamer rushed behind the sofa. A few shots in, and the guy realized that his shots were merely passing through her. As soon as she was out of the man’s line of sight, she phased back into existence. Several bones suddenly impaled the couch, shooting stuffing everywhere. Another one shattered the TV, sending sparks crackling into the air.
After taking a moment, she withdrew her knife and rolled into view, launching several crescents toward him. The man stumbled backwards and shot at her, grazing her shoulder but not hitting anything important. Gritting her teeth, she pulled out the diary and closed the distance between her and the human as quickly as she could. As soon as she got up in his face, she opened the diary open and a giant, purplish fist shot out between the pages and connected with the man’s torso knocking him into the wall with a satisfying cracking noise.
The dreamer phased out again, her blood pumping with primal adrenaline, but she didn’t have much time to celebrate before the guy called out to Sans. A bone passed through her, then she heard something forming behind her. Spinning around, she found herself staring into the dead eyes of a giant goat’s skull. Its jaws opened wide and its mouth began to glow. Great, from the looks of it, this was some sort of laser. As awesome as breaking away from the world was, it did nothing to stop lasers or anything else energy-based. Returning to normal, she dodged just in time before the laser activated. Even though she hadn’t been caught in the blast, the heat around it strangled the air around it and all but obliterated the couch. White fuzz was absolutely everywhere, as if this brawl was little more than a pillow fight gone wrong.
More shots echoed throughout the room—probably the man trying to shoot her through the fuzz floating in the air. Despite the odds, a bullet found its target. The nightterror struggled not to scream as pain rocketed through her right leg. Thankfully, it didn’t hit any major blood vessels, although the pain alone would make it a little tricky for her to move.
Madotsuki turned to question the megalomaniac, but couldn’t get a single word out before the shorter guy tossed the pizza pie towards her face. It made contact, and the nightterror scrambled to rip the pizza off of her before the steamy, melted cheese left some unsightly burn marks on her face. Ever been hit in the face with a fresh-out-of-the-oven pizza? It isn’t a very pleasant experience. She finally ripped the food away from her, blinking away tears due to the heat.
She didn’t need to be a rocket scientist to see that the situation had escalated. Chara and the skeleton she had called Sans (that probably explained the oven mitts—being a living bag of bones meant you attracted a lot of attention) were duking it out near the door; Chara was fighting the only way she knew how: by stabbing and slashing. Sans, on the other hand, summoned waves upon waves of femur bones to deter her attacks. By the time she plowed through all the blockades, the skeleton had vanished, only to reappear behind her and launch more bones. She spun around, trying to reflect the projectiles, but she hadn’t been quick enough to block the one heading for her face. The blow knocked her backwards a bit, but the only thing that attack seemed to do was aggravate the megalomanic even further. She raced towards Sans, who ducked away. “You’re still as weak as ever~” she jeered, backing up as Sans shot bones out the ground to impale her.
Madotsuki had wanted to help, but she was distinctly aware of the man training a gun on her. Sure, she was fast, but not fast enough to dodge bullets. She wasn’t sure what the weapon shot, but if it was lasers, her next move would’ve screwed her over; she closed her eyes and focused, feeling herself detach from this plane of existence. The tall man (who was most definitely human) opened fire as the dreamer rushed behind the sofa. A few shots in, and the guy realized that his shots were merely passing through her. As soon as she was out of the man’s line of sight, she phased back into existence. Several bones suddenly impaled the couch, shooting stuffing everywhere. Another one shattered the TV, sending sparks crackling into the air.
After taking a moment, she withdrew her knife and rolled into view, launching several crescents toward him. The man stumbled backwards and shot at her, grazing her shoulder but not hitting anything important. Gritting her teeth, she pulled out the diary and closed the distance between her and the human as quickly as she could. As soon as she got up in his face, she opened the diary open and a giant, purplish fist shot out between the pages and connected with the man’s torso knocking him into the wall with a satisfying cracking noise.
The dreamer phased out again, her blood pumping with primal adrenaline, but she didn’t have much time to celebrate before the guy called out to Sans. A bone passed through her, then she heard something forming behind her. Spinning around, she found herself staring into the dead eyes of a giant goat’s skull. Its jaws opened wide and its mouth began to glow. Great, from the looks of it, this was some sort of laser. As awesome as breaking away from the world was, it did nothing to stop lasers or anything else energy-based. Returning to normal, she dodged just in time before the laser activated. Even though she hadn’t been caught in the blast, the heat around it strangled the air around it and all but obliterated the couch. White fuzz was absolutely everywhere, as if this brawl was little more than a pillow fight gone wrong.
More shots echoed throughout the room—probably the man trying to shoot her through the fuzz floating in the air. Despite the odds, a bullet found its target. The nightterror struggled not to scream as pain rocketed through her right leg. Thankfully, it didn’t hit any major blood vessels, although the pain alone would make it a little tricky for her to move.
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Round 1/3
Next poster: Sans
I've actually decided to step out of my comfort zone a bit and do the battles like they usually do them here.
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