05-19-2017, 10:20 PM
“Ah...” An unintentional sigh escaped Somerled, completely drowned out by the blustering winds, as he turned his head up, hoping to catch a glimpse of the top of those animated stone statues. However, no matter how intensely he gazed into the sandy veil, whipped up by the wind storm, he could scarcely make out their heads.
“Now I’ve heard of art imitatin’ life before, but this is just ridiculous,” Jim quipped, a mellow tone to his voice despite how much he had to raise it to be heard over the wind.
“Uh guys,” a worried voice came from behind the monster, “This is looking pretty bad.”
“I’ll say,” Somerled responded, spinning on his heel to face the monkey boy, mouth open to continue his sentence. The words he’d been planning to say dropped right out of his mouth once he saw what Sun had been seeing. Out of the curtain of dust, scores of darklings stalked forward, seemingly unaffected raging sandstorm. Something sparked deep within the storm spirit, his heart beating faster as adrenaline began to course through him. A wide smile spread across his face, and his stance suddenly shifted, filled with confidence. “On the contrary, I think this is looking pretty good,” he said. “Actually, downright perfect.” With his final words, the air fell still, leaving only the sandy haze in its wake. All the darklings that had gotten used to standing in their wind suddenly lurched all over the place, their airy support stolen from them. “Alright, I’m going to need you two to cover for me for about half a minute!”
“Can do,” Raynor’s voice came from off to the side, taking things in stride as usual.
“You got a plan?” Sun asked, taking up a defensive stance on the other side of him, staff at the ready.
“Yup!” We’re storming the temple,” the storm spirit answered cheerfully, no longer needing to talk over the tempest, and quickly scanning over what little of his surroundings he could see. The fact that he couldn’t plan out a course yet put a bit of a damper on things, but it didn’t kill his smile, he’d just have to make do for now. What he really needed to do was find a way to get as many darklings as close as possible. “First goal! Avoid the statues until we can see!” he exclaimed, ears popping as a familiar, oppressive feeling began to manifest. A cold, metal gauntlet closed around his forearm as he finished his sentence, and he was ripped right of off his feet just in time for a giant, stone sword to slam into the ground where Raynor had been.
“Way ahead of you, buddy,” the soldier said, keeping his pace up as he released his grip on the spirit. Every thunderous step the rampaging statues took shook the ground beneath the trio’s feet.
“I don’t think we’re going to outrun them!” Sun shouted from just behind Somerled.
“We don’t have to!” the monster yelled back, “They’re bait!” Around them, the air darkened even more, becoming a pseudo-night from the obscuring dust, and from the unseeable, growing cloud cover above. “Change directions! Get behind them!”
“What?” The monkey boy exclaimed.
“Or at least near!” Somerled responded, sliding to a stop as he leaned against his momentum, before charging the statues at full speed.
“You ain’t makin’ this easy on us!” came Raynor’s voice from behind him. Somerled didn’t respond, eyes locked onto the stone behemoths bearing down. He was upon them in an instant, and with a quick sidestep to avoid getting kicked, he was past them before they could even begin to swing. Stone ground against stone as the giants attempted to lumber to a halt. The storm spirit had already turned around, and much to his delight, he saw that his allies had followed suit, and now they were between the statues and their temple.
Somerled cast a quick glance all around him, a swift scan to see if any of the darklings had took the bait. His grin brightened further with each charging and swooping he laid eyes on. Thinking that the three primes were busy trying to survive the statue’s assault, they were coming in for a “surprise” attack.
“And now it's time!” The storm spirit shouted, voice booming across the battlefield. He took a running leap towards his armored ally, vaulting up onto his metal shoulders.
“What are you-”
“It’s for your safety,” Somerled interrupted Raynor’s exclamation, straightening up with perfect balance. “Grab onto his leg, Sun!” The monkey boy gave up on questioning the monster, and quickly complied. “Now! You all think you’re so fuckin’ impressive with this sandstorm I’ll bet!” his voice carried across the still air, cutting through the sand. “But a little bit of sand and shitty wind is no match for-” he turned his head up, and lifted his hands skyward. Quickly, the temperature began to plummet. “The-” Carpets and spiders suddenly came into his view, tumbling out of control high above in the sky, and the thunderous footsteps started up again. “Downburst!” With a dramatic motion, Somerled wrenched his arms down. In an instant, howling winds from the sky slammed into the ground all around the trio, the tempest threatening to tear the monster off his perch. Bone and carapace alike crunched as they were dashed against the stoney ground, sand and rain crashed against the trio, and the storm spirit’s maniacal laughter pierced through the squall.
Winds flared out in the second stage of the storm, picking up the smashed corpses and tossing them away from the primes. Bodies, dead and alive, were whipped about, crashing into each other and the ground. Bones broke and bodies twisted as the darklings were turned into shrapnel, used against their own allies. In the face of the raging squall, even the mighty stone behemoths ground to a halt, leaning into the wind in an effort to stay standing.
And all at once, the storm died down again, leaving nothing but the rain and the mangled bodies of so many darklings, struggling to get up. Somerled hopped off of Raynor’s shoulders, shoes squelching as he landed. Digging his hand into his drenched hair, he smoothed it back and out of his eyes. He cast a quick glance all around them, his toothy smile unable to get any wider. Finally, with that pesky sandstorm out of the way, and the rain keeping any new sand from springing up, he could see everything.
“Alright!” he said after a moment, voice obviously giddy as he cracked open his whip. “Let’s storm that temple!”
“Now I’ve heard of art imitatin’ life before, but this is just ridiculous,” Jim quipped, a mellow tone to his voice despite how much he had to raise it to be heard over the wind.
“Uh guys,” a worried voice came from behind the monster, “This is looking pretty bad.”
“I’ll say,” Somerled responded, spinning on his heel to face the monkey boy, mouth open to continue his sentence. The words he’d been planning to say dropped right out of his mouth once he saw what Sun had been seeing. Out of the curtain of dust, scores of darklings stalked forward, seemingly unaffected raging sandstorm. Something sparked deep within the storm spirit, his heart beating faster as adrenaline began to course through him. A wide smile spread across his face, and his stance suddenly shifted, filled with confidence. “On the contrary, I think this is looking pretty good,” he said. “Actually, downright perfect.” With his final words, the air fell still, leaving only the sandy haze in its wake. All the darklings that had gotten used to standing in their wind suddenly lurched all over the place, their airy support stolen from them. “Alright, I’m going to need you two to cover for me for about half a minute!”
“Can do,” Raynor’s voice came from off to the side, taking things in stride as usual.
“You got a plan?” Sun asked, taking up a defensive stance on the other side of him, staff at the ready.
“Yup!” We’re storming the temple,” the storm spirit answered cheerfully, no longer needing to talk over the tempest, and quickly scanning over what little of his surroundings he could see. The fact that he couldn’t plan out a course yet put a bit of a damper on things, but it didn’t kill his smile, he’d just have to make do for now. What he really needed to do was find a way to get as many darklings as close as possible. “First goal! Avoid the statues until we can see!” he exclaimed, ears popping as a familiar, oppressive feeling began to manifest. A cold, metal gauntlet closed around his forearm as he finished his sentence, and he was ripped right of off his feet just in time for a giant, stone sword to slam into the ground where Raynor had been.
“Way ahead of you, buddy,” the soldier said, keeping his pace up as he released his grip on the spirit. Every thunderous step the rampaging statues took shook the ground beneath the trio’s feet.
“I don’t think we’re going to outrun them!” Sun shouted from just behind Somerled.
“We don’t have to!” the monster yelled back, “They’re bait!” Around them, the air darkened even more, becoming a pseudo-night from the obscuring dust, and from the unseeable, growing cloud cover above. “Change directions! Get behind them!”
“What?” The monkey boy exclaimed.
“Or at least near!” Somerled responded, sliding to a stop as he leaned against his momentum, before charging the statues at full speed.
“You ain’t makin’ this easy on us!” came Raynor’s voice from behind him. Somerled didn’t respond, eyes locked onto the stone behemoths bearing down. He was upon them in an instant, and with a quick sidestep to avoid getting kicked, he was past them before they could even begin to swing. Stone ground against stone as the giants attempted to lumber to a halt. The storm spirit had already turned around, and much to his delight, he saw that his allies had followed suit, and now they were between the statues and their temple.
Somerled cast a quick glance all around him, a swift scan to see if any of the darklings had took the bait. His grin brightened further with each charging and swooping he laid eyes on. Thinking that the three primes were busy trying to survive the statue’s assault, they were coming in for a “surprise” attack.
“And now it's time!” The storm spirit shouted, voice booming across the battlefield. He took a running leap towards his armored ally, vaulting up onto his metal shoulders.
“What are you-”
“It’s for your safety,” Somerled interrupted Raynor’s exclamation, straightening up with perfect balance. “Grab onto his leg, Sun!” The monkey boy gave up on questioning the monster, and quickly complied. “Now! You all think you’re so fuckin’ impressive with this sandstorm I’ll bet!” his voice carried across the still air, cutting through the sand. “But a little bit of sand and shitty wind is no match for-” he turned his head up, and lifted his hands skyward. Quickly, the temperature began to plummet. “The-” Carpets and spiders suddenly came into his view, tumbling out of control high above in the sky, and the thunderous footsteps started up again. “Downburst!” With a dramatic motion, Somerled wrenched his arms down. In an instant, howling winds from the sky slammed into the ground all around the trio, the tempest threatening to tear the monster off his perch. Bone and carapace alike crunched as they were dashed against the stoney ground, sand and rain crashed against the trio, and the storm spirit’s maniacal laughter pierced through the squall.
Winds flared out in the second stage of the storm, picking up the smashed corpses and tossing them away from the primes. Bodies, dead and alive, were whipped about, crashing into each other and the ground. Bones broke and bodies twisted as the darklings were turned into shrapnel, used against their own allies. In the face of the raging squall, even the mighty stone behemoths ground to a halt, leaning into the wind in an effort to stay standing.
And all at once, the storm died down again, leaving nothing but the rain and the mangled bodies of so many darklings, struggling to get up. Somerled hopped off of Raynor’s shoulders, shoes squelching as he landed. Digging his hand into his drenched hair, he smoothed it back and out of his eyes. He cast a quick glance all around them, his toothy smile unable to get any wider. Finally, with that pesky sandstorm out of the way, and the rain keeping any new sand from springing up, he could see everything.
“Alright!” he said after a moment, voice obviously giddy as he cracked open his whip. “Let’s storm that temple!”
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Used T1 Super - Microburst (1/2 SP)
Sandstorm is gone, the air is clear.
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