06-11-2016, 12:05 AM
Skeletor eyed the new warrior as he brandished his Havoc Staff. This fight would be difficult, that much was already apparent. The enemy had struck from nowhere, and although his garb looked vaguely Eternian, his mannerisms were clearly from elsewhere. Necromancer? As if control over that which had died was the extent of Skeletor’s powers. The fool would learn soon enough.
“So you’re a prince of Asgard, eh? Well, let’s see you guard against this!” he pointed towards the Thunderer, and a bolt of white energy streaked from his extended finger. Thor interposed his swirling hammer, and the bolt ricocheted off, soon invisible on the off-white background of the Nexus. “Not bad, but I’ve seen better!” the warlock shouted, as another bolt was similarly deflected.
With a shout, his opponent launched the hammer yet again. Skeletor extended his hand to deflect the incoming attack, and the missile was turned away without danger. Skeletor’s gaze flickered to his own hand, which was trembling with effort. He was too weak to block that powerful a weapon many more times.
Skeletor looked up as Thor neared, the warlock had been too focused on the hammer, and hadn’t seen that his opponent had charged in the interim. The God closed with surprising speed, and Skeletor had to leap backwards to avoid a vicious downward swipe as Mjolnir returned to his enemy's hand. Skeletor landed smoothly, Havoc staff firmly in hand. “So that’s how we’re going to play, is it? Then I'll deal with you myself!” he cackled and brought the staff to bear against his foe.
The two primes clashed and fought a short distance away from the fountain, their weapons sounding off into the white abyss around them. Skeletor had a large amount of reach on his opponent, and was fighting defensively for the moment, keeping Thor at bay with the length of his staff. Suddenly Skeletor stepped forward, bringing the Havoc staff around in a sweeping arc aimed at his opponent’s head. “Is that the best you can do with that tiny hammer of yours?” the warlock taunted as he struck.
But Thor was ready. Ducking under the reckless attack, The Thunderer brought his hammer around connecting solidly with Skeletor’s side, and sending him skidding across the floor of the Nexus. “Not in the least, Necromancer! I am just getting started.” the Thunderer called, this was the battle he had been craving. Skeletor groaned and pulled himself to his feet. His opponent hurled the hammer yet again, and Skeletor was obliged to duck as he didn’t have the time or concentration to block the attack. Mjolnir sailed unimpeded off into the whiteness.
“Ha HA! You fool! Now I have you!” Skeletor shouted, and raised his havoc staff. Magical energy erupted from the tip striking an unprotected Thor, who could only brace himself for the impact. “You should never have thrown that hammer, you Cape-clad Dolt!” the warlock proclaimed, as magic continued to pour from his staff, “Now you will feel the might of Skelet-Aah!” the warlock’s declaration was cut short as Mjolnir returned, catching Skeletor in the shoulder as it pasted, knocking him to the ground yet again.
Thor allowed himself a sigh of relief as the hammer returned to his grasp, faithful as always. He thought as he faced his foe. The Necromancer had gotten back to his feet, his mouth quiet for once. “Have you had enough yet, bonelord?” he called, but the blue-skinned prime made no reply. Thor studied his opponent carefully as he began to swing the hammer again. The Necromancer was both skilled and powerful, Thor's outfit had the singe-marks to prove it. He was also extremely rash, his tactics reminded Thor of his past self. Surely he had learned something new since then…
Skeletor stood silently as Mjolnir cut tight circles in the air besides his opponent, always increasing in speed. A week ago, this enemy would have stood no chance against his power. As it was, his weakened state left him at the disadvantage in the conflict. His opponent began to charge again. “For Odin, For ASGARD!” Skeletor remained impassive. His power had been taken. Stripped from his body like an undesired garment. In the dark hollows of his eye sockets, two pinpricks of red gleamed. This was an outrage. Someone would pay for this!
With a shout Skeletor brandished his havoc staff and met his opponent’s charge head-on, the cry morphing into a cackle as it burst from his lipless face. The crash of their weapons echoed off of the fountain, as the two primes stood, weapons locked, vying with each other. His power had been taken away, and he was going to get it back.
Anyone who stood in Skeletor’s path would be crushed!
“So you’re a prince of Asgard, eh? Well, let’s see you guard against this!” he pointed towards the Thunderer, and a bolt of white energy streaked from his extended finger. Thor interposed his swirling hammer, and the bolt ricocheted off, soon invisible on the off-white background of the Nexus. “Not bad, but I’ve seen better!” the warlock shouted, as another bolt was similarly deflected.
With a shout, his opponent launched the hammer yet again. Skeletor extended his hand to deflect the incoming attack, and the missile was turned away without danger. Skeletor’s gaze flickered to his own hand, which was trembling with effort. He was too weak to block that powerful a weapon many more times.
Skeletor looked up as Thor neared, the warlock had been too focused on the hammer, and hadn’t seen that his opponent had charged in the interim. The God closed with surprising speed, and Skeletor had to leap backwards to avoid a vicious downward swipe as Mjolnir returned to his enemy's hand. Skeletor landed smoothly, Havoc staff firmly in hand. “So that’s how we’re going to play, is it? Then I'll deal with you myself!” he cackled and brought the staff to bear against his foe.
The two primes clashed and fought a short distance away from the fountain, their weapons sounding off into the white abyss around them. Skeletor had a large amount of reach on his opponent, and was fighting defensively for the moment, keeping Thor at bay with the length of his staff. Suddenly Skeletor stepped forward, bringing the Havoc staff around in a sweeping arc aimed at his opponent’s head. “Is that the best you can do with that tiny hammer of yours?” the warlock taunted as he struck.
But Thor was ready. Ducking under the reckless attack, The Thunderer brought his hammer around connecting solidly with Skeletor’s side, and sending him skidding across the floor of the Nexus. “Not in the least, Necromancer! I am just getting started.” the Thunderer called, this was the battle he had been craving. Skeletor groaned and pulled himself to his feet. His opponent hurled the hammer yet again, and Skeletor was obliged to duck as he didn’t have the time or concentration to block the attack. Mjolnir sailed unimpeded off into the whiteness.
“Ha HA! You fool! Now I have you!” Skeletor shouted, and raised his havoc staff. Magical energy erupted from the tip striking an unprotected Thor, who could only brace himself for the impact. “You should never have thrown that hammer, you Cape-clad Dolt!” the warlock proclaimed, as magic continued to pour from his staff, “Now you will feel the might of Skelet-Aah!” the warlock’s declaration was cut short as Mjolnir returned, catching Skeletor in the shoulder as it pasted, knocking him to the ground yet again.
Thor allowed himself a sigh of relief as the hammer returned to his grasp, faithful as always. He thought as he faced his foe. The Necromancer had gotten back to his feet, his mouth quiet for once. “Have you had enough yet, bonelord?” he called, but the blue-skinned prime made no reply. Thor studied his opponent carefully as he began to swing the hammer again. The Necromancer was both skilled and powerful, Thor's outfit had the singe-marks to prove it. He was also extremely rash, his tactics reminded Thor of his past self. Surely he had learned something new since then…
Skeletor stood silently as Mjolnir cut tight circles in the air besides his opponent, always increasing in speed. A week ago, this enemy would have stood no chance against his power. As it was, his weakened state left him at the disadvantage in the conflict. His opponent began to charge again. “For Odin, For ASGARD!” Skeletor remained impassive. His power had been taken. Stripped from his body like an undesired garment. In the dark hollows of his eye sockets, two pinpricks of red gleamed. This was an outrage. Someone would pay for this!
With a shout Skeletor brandished his havoc staff and met his opponent’s charge head-on, the cry morphing into a cackle as it burst from his lipless face. The crash of their weapons echoed off of the fountain, as the two primes stood, weapons locked, vying with each other. His power had been taken away, and he was going to get it back.
Anyone who stood in Skeletor’s path would be crushed!
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