05-28-2016, 12:14 PM
Serenity.
It was an odd feeling to be experiencing when facing down almost certain doom. The fire and dark jubilance of the Ashen Steppes was soothing to the God Hood, harkening back to the sort of cosmic disarray that Nealaphh and its ilk sought to perpetuate. The God Hood could almost hear faint strains of music, the staccato plucking of string instruments and the discordant piping of flutes, as it watched Volvagia twist and writhe into a nosedive towards the ground, intent on blasting all those below in an encompassing bath of purging flame. Somehow, The God Hood had expected more from the Arch Dragon than just the same repetitive tactics over and over. Perhaps superiority had bred complacency within Volvagia’s tactics over the decade of her presence here. Perhaps she really was much more simple minded than the God Hood had wanted to give her credit for.
What was obvious, however, was that Volvagia was quite used to using her dextrous and blinding powers of flight to hold absolute supremacy over the battle. Being able to fight in the full breadth of three dimensions offered the Arch Dragon far more options than her standard, grounded fare, and as any good Enigma would say, the chances of victory correlate directly with the number of choices someone leaves for themselves. Now, however, Volvagia was not the only one who could sustain powers of flight. Staring defiantly up at the coiling wyrm, The God Hood closed its eyes and allowed itself to be bathed in the brilliance of Volvagia’s fire. Yes, there was pain, but pain was only a system of notification. When one tries to ignore their injuries, their danger, pain only increases. Only by accepting the injuries, the desiccation, the flaying of flesh, and cherishing the experience, could one overcome their reflex to cower under such punishment.
The important part, however, was that in her own attempt to broil the God Hood and anyone else nearby, Volvagia had quite thoroughly obscured the fused Prime from sight; even her own fell gaze. The God Hood could feel its quantum location in time and space come unrooted the second the pyroclastic bombardment flooded over its ebon form, and in the blink of an eye, it took advantage of this uncertainty to teleport into the self-same plumes of smoke that drifted lazily over the remnants of Goron Village. Fire still flickering from its form, the God Hood plunged downward through the clouds, his green eyes flaring brilliantly as it observed Volvagia’s attack from behind the dragon herself. With just a modicum of mental strain, The God Hood once again accelerated the Dragon Queen’s transit through time to the point where her diving attack sent her crashing straight into the unforgiving ground of the Ashen Steppes.
Following the cacophonous impact, the stunned Volvagia reared around and glared up at the God Hood. It was almost impossible for the Dragon Queen to comprehend someone executing a sneak attack on her magnificence from the air itself. Her jaws opened swiftly and shrieked a challenge at the God Hood, who still descended directly towards her, wings folded in a diving position. Let the obsidian skinned fool come at her then! Just as she was about to fire another blistering line of death up at her foe, the God Hood came to an abrupt halt in mid air and slowly raised a hand towards Volvagia. No...wait...not at she herself, but the ground behind her.
It was all according to the God Hood’s plan. Perhaps he himself could not significantly harm Volvagia all at once, but that had never been Nealaphh or Red Hood’s primary role in a fight. As a manipulator of time and space, and a covert assassin respectively, both Primes best functioned as force multipliers. With Volvagia standing on the black earth, even for a moment, it opened her up to yet more of the God Hood’s sinister trickery. There came a rumbling crack as the force of gravity itself was distorted beneath Volvagia’s snakelike form. With a confounded screech, the Arch Dragon found the core of her body overwhelmingly bound to the mundanity of the earth, held helpless by one of the fundamental forces of nature.
Concentrate Fire.
The surge of gravitational forces did not last terribly long, but it was long enough for the other Primes present to lay into the immobile form of Volvagia just long enough to further deepen the weeping, glowing wound in her left flank. The God Hood’s whole body shook, the green light which danced along its skin flickering and flaring with the concentrated effort. More. He needed more power, more of this power of Lazarus. After a few seconds, however, the strain on his body became too much, and he was forced to release the Arch Dragon from her gravitic purgatory. With a yelping scream, she scrambled along the black stone of the Ashen Steppes with her foreclaws for a moment before slowly rising up into flight once more. The God Hood could taste something in her mind that it had not felt in the Arch Dragon before; fear. For all her raw might and terrible wrath, it was beginning to seem as though this fight had been evened out far more than she was comfortable with.
Even as she snaked her way through the air, she looked back to see the God Hood tracking her, flitting between the heavy clouds as she herself had done just moments prior. His wings were spread like a gliding bird of prey, waiting with the patience of a raptor for the opportune time to strike. In the span of less than ten seconds, Volvagia’s options in this fight had been diminished significantly. There was no telling when the God Hood would once again compel the Omniverse itself to turn against her.
From his place among the clouds of the Steppes, the God Hood was incredibly pleased with himself. Though Volvagia seemed to be able to sustain an almost indefinite amount of physical punishment, she was not above being pressured into a stalemate. He watched, with keen eyes, as Connor Hound helped remaining Gorons flee into the relative safety of the village’s caves. It was good that at least one of them was keep the priorities of this fight at the forefront of their mind. Volvagia may have done quite a bit of damage, but already her victory had been made less than absolute. Based on the Arch Dragon’s overwhelming sense of vanity and superiority, the God Hood had no doubt that this in and of itself would be enough to severely injure her psyche for a long time.
Or, perhaps, she would just allow her fury to burn a fiery hole where the shame might otherwise be, and become even more of an animal. In light of either possibility, the God Hood would be prepared, always five steps ahead...
It was an odd feeling to be experiencing when facing down almost certain doom. The fire and dark jubilance of the Ashen Steppes was soothing to the God Hood, harkening back to the sort of cosmic disarray that Nealaphh and its ilk sought to perpetuate. The God Hood could almost hear faint strains of music, the staccato plucking of string instruments and the discordant piping of flutes, as it watched Volvagia twist and writhe into a nosedive towards the ground, intent on blasting all those below in an encompassing bath of purging flame. Somehow, The God Hood had expected more from the Arch Dragon than just the same repetitive tactics over and over. Perhaps superiority had bred complacency within Volvagia’s tactics over the decade of her presence here. Perhaps she really was much more simple minded than the God Hood had wanted to give her credit for.
What was obvious, however, was that Volvagia was quite used to using her dextrous and blinding powers of flight to hold absolute supremacy over the battle. Being able to fight in the full breadth of three dimensions offered the Arch Dragon far more options than her standard, grounded fare, and as any good Enigma would say, the chances of victory correlate directly with the number of choices someone leaves for themselves. Now, however, Volvagia was not the only one who could sustain powers of flight. Staring defiantly up at the coiling wyrm, The God Hood closed its eyes and allowed itself to be bathed in the brilliance of Volvagia’s fire. Yes, there was pain, but pain was only a system of notification. When one tries to ignore their injuries, their danger, pain only increases. Only by accepting the injuries, the desiccation, the flaying of flesh, and cherishing the experience, could one overcome their reflex to cower under such punishment.
The important part, however, was that in her own attempt to broil the God Hood and anyone else nearby, Volvagia had quite thoroughly obscured the fused Prime from sight; even her own fell gaze. The God Hood could feel its quantum location in time and space come unrooted the second the pyroclastic bombardment flooded over its ebon form, and in the blink of an eye, it took advantage of this uncertainty to teleport into the self-same plumes of smoke that drifted lazily over the remnants of Goron Village. Fire still flickering from its form, the God Hood plunged downward through the clouds, his green eyes flaring brilliantly as it observed Volvagia’s attack from behind the dragon herself. With just a modicum of mental strain, The God Hood once again accelerated the Dragon Queen’s transit through time to the point where her diving attack sent her crashing straight into the unforgiving ground of the Ashen Steppes.
Following the cacophonous impact, the stunned Volvagia reared around and glared up at the God Hood. It was almost impossible for the Dragon Queen to comprehend someone executing a sneak attack on her magnificence from the air itself. Her jaws opened swiftly and shrieked a challenge at the God Hood, who still descended directly towards her, wings folded in a diving position. Let the obsidian skinned fool come at her then! Just as she was about to fire another blistering line of death up at her foe, the God Hood came to an abrupt halt in mid air and slowly raised a hand towards Volvagia. No...wait...not at she herself, but the ground behind her.
It was all according to the God Hood’s plan. Perhaps he himself could not significantly harm Volvagia all at once, but that had never been Nealaphh or Red Hood’s primary role in a fight. As a manipulator of time and space, and a covert assassin respectively, both Primes best functioned as force multipliers. With Volvagia standing on the black earth, even for a moment, it opened her up to yet more of the God Hood’s sinister trickery. There came a rumbling crack as the force of gravity itself was distorted beneath Volvagia’s snakelike form. With a confounded screech, the Arch Dragon found the core of her body overwhelmingly bound to the mundanity of the earth, held helpless by one of the fundamental forces of nature.
Concentrate Fire.
The surge of gravitational forces did not last terribly long, but it was long enough for the other Primes present to lay into the immobile form of Volvagia just long enough to further deepen the weeping, glowing wound in her left flank. The God Hood’s whole body shook, the green light which danced along its skin flickering and flaring with the concentrated effort. More. He needed more power, more of this power of Lazarus. After a few seconds, however, the strain on his body became too much, and he was forced to release the Arch Dragon from her gravitic purgatory. With a yelping scream, she scrambled along the black stone of the Ashen Steppes with her foreclaws for a moment before slowly rising up into flight once more. The God Hood could taste something in her mind that it had not felt in the Arch Dragon before; fear. For all her raw might and terrible wrath, it was beginning to seem as though this fight had been evened out far more than she was comfortable with.
Even as she snaked her way through the air, she looked back to see the God Hood tracking her, flitting between the heavy clouds as she herself had done just moments prior. His wings were spread like a gliding bird of prey, waiting with the patience of a raptor for the opportune time to strike. In the span of less than ten seconds, Volvagia’s options in this fight had been diminished significantly. There was no telling when the God Hood would once again compel the Omniverse itself to turn against her.
From his place among the clouds of the Steppes, the God Hood was incredibly pleased with himself. Though Volvagia seemed to be able to sustain an almost indefinite amount of physical punishment, she was not above being pressured into a stalemate. He watched, with keen eyes, as Connor Hound helped remaining Gorons flee into the relative safety of the village’s caves. It was good that at least one of them was keep the priorities of this fight at the forefront of their mind. Volvagia may have done quite a bit of damage, but already her victory had been made less than absolute. Based on the Arch Dragon’s overwhelming sense of vanity and superiority, the God Hood had no doubt that this in and of itself would be enough to severely injure her psyche for a long time.
Or, perhaps, she would just allow her fury to burn a fiery hole where the shame might otherwise be, and become even more of an animal. In light of either possibility, the God Hood would be prepared, always five steps ahead...
Quote:1150 Words according to Google Docs
1 SP Used for Lazarus' Blessing
2 SP Used for Symbiotic Fusion
Stat Array: 6/7/5/9
3/9 SP Remain
Moves Used:
Quantum Uncertainty
Temporal Jaunt
Gravity Distortion
And, we dream of home I dream of life out of here Their dreams are small My dreams don't know fear I got my heart full of hope I will change everything No matter what I'm told How impossible it seems We did it before And we'll do it again We're indestructible Even when we're tired And we've been here before Just you and I
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued