06-06-2017, 02:44 PM
Dante was gone, and Desman with him. Out of sight at best, dead at worst. Or best, really. Zedd continued to dislike this entire posse he’d found himself involved with. He had told the trenchcoat clad warrior that the robot was slowing him down, but he’d gone back for it anyway. Red robot, red trenchcoat… Zedd figured they were sticking together based off color coordination if nothing else. His old adversaries did much the same, in the land before this one.
It was thinking of the world he had once dominated with an iron fist that made him pause in the midst of battle, and look up at the massive foe in a moment of calm reflection. Its massive, wire tentacles swung in every direction, causing incredible destruction to the area around it, and preventing any of the liberators from getting anywhere near it. It was a beautiful monstrosity.
“Oh, trash cephalopod,” Zedd longingly whispered as he watched it reign terror on Tier Six. “I could have dreamed you up. We could have decimated worlds together.”
Zedd shook his head, and tucked the idea away in his mental bank of schemes. Perhaps he would concoct another monster of equal splendor another time. For the moment, this particular one was trying to kill him, and his patience with the Nebula forces had reached its limit. An audible snarl escaped came from behind his metallic mask as he raised his staff once more.
“Zedd!” Jak shouted at the warlord, having wondered why he was just standing there for so long. “Are you alright?”
Zedd ignored Jak’s question as he turned to face his remaining allies. Instead, he asked his own question. “Is anyone else as tired of this thing as I am?”
“I don’t think anyone’s as tired as you are about anything, sweetie,” Morene replied, sounding a bit exhausted, herself.
“I am at my limit with your attitude,” Zedd growled in response, turning his head directly towards the dark haired woman.
Morene threw her hands up. “See?”
“We need to do something!” Jak tried to get them back on track once again.
Zedd pointed at the horde quite suddenly while looking at Jak. “You! Wood Elf! Keep them off our backs.”
Jak rolled his eyes as he fired another volley from his weapon. He was already doing that.
“And you, Snark-Girl,” Zedd said as he looked back upon Morene.
“Snark-Woman,” Morene interjected.
“We will end this. I will take one of it’s eyes as my trophy,” Zedd continued unphased. Just as his allies had become used to him, he had learned to anticipate their reactions.
Morene blankly stared at him. That simple, huh?
Zedd leaped forward, catching a tentacle and pulling himself onto it. Morene was quick to follow, with Jak following at the flank and keeping his attention on the hordes behind them. Zedd did his best to scale the beast’s appendage, but he was by far the least agile of their little band, and the surface area didn't allow much room for error. It didn’t go unnoticed when Morene hopped past him with effortless grace.
He went to curse her, but in the distraction he was swatted from his perch by another tentacle. Zedd spent most of his fall loudly cursing, as usual, but happened to notice a tentacle swinging at him, trying to take advantage of this moment of vulnerability. He wrapped his arms around it as it struck him, catching what appeared to be the side of a dumpster in a full body hug. Far from out of the woods, Zedd held on for dear life as the tentacle wildly flailed and tried to remove him, but he held tight.
With a great deal of effort, he pulled himself onto the tentacle of fused garbage and awkwardly made his way down it, swaying and stumbling on the unstable and constantly moving surface. He looked around as he did. He’d lost sight of the other two, as well. What was more, he saw a line of dark energy coming towards him, down the surface of the limb he was using for transport.
Zedd was free of outside influence, both the Dark Chip’s and Desman’s mind. He would not tolerate another intrusion into his psyche. Though he figured this bit of dark energy would be more sudden and violent, he wasn’t about to take that chance. Without a second thought, the warlord leaped from the tentacle, blindly hoping for another one to land on. This deep into the monstrosity, it was almost guaranteed.
Sparks and an explosion erupted from the appendage he’d just left, no doubt an attack meant for him. He grabbed the next flailing tentacle with his left hand, and pulled himself up with a bit more finesse than the previous time. He could see the disgusting face of this creature, just down the way. He was almost there. Whatever the hell he was going to do to this massive monster once he got there was still an unknown factor to him, but he had his target. That was enough.
Zedd saw the opportunity and he he ran at it, like he always did. The tentacle did its best to throw him off, and he nearly lost his balance and fell into the sea of limbs several times, but each time he caught himself and pressed on. He held the bladed end of his staff ready as he descended upon it. One way or another, the end was in sight.
It was thinking of the world he had once dominated with an iron fist that made him pause in the midst of battle, and look up at the massive foe in a moment of calm reflection. Its massive, wire tentacles swung in every direction, causing incredible destruction to the area around it, and preventing any of the liberators from getting anywhere near it. It was a beautiful monstrosity.
“Oh, trash cephalopod,” Zedd longingly whispered as he watched it reign terror on Tier Six. “I could have dreamed you up. We could have decimated worlds together.”
Zedd shook his head, and tucked the idea away in his mental bank of schemes. Perhaps he would concoct another monster of equal splendor another time. For the moment, this particular one was trying to kill him, and his patience with the Nebula forces had reached its limit. An audible snarl escaped came from behind his metallic mask as he raised his staff once more.
“Zedd!” Jak shouted at the warlord, having wondered why he was just standing there for so long. “Are you alright?”
Zedd ignored Jak’s question as he turned to face his remaining allies. Instead, he asked his own question. “Is anyone else as tired of this thing as I am?”
“I don’t think anyone’s as tired as you are about anything, sweetie,” Morene replied, sounding a bit exhausted, herself.
“I am at my limit with your attitude,” Zedd growled in response, turning his head directly towards the dark haired woman.
Morene threw her hands up. “See?”
“We need to do something!” Jak tried to get them back on track once again.
Zedd pointed at the horde quite suddenly while looking at Jak. “You! Wood Elf! Keep them off our backs.”
Jak rolled his eyes as he fired another volley from his weapon. He was already doing that.
“And you, Snark-Girl,” Zedd said as he looked back upon Morene.
“Snark-Woman,” Morene interjected.
“We will end this. I will take one of it’s eyes as my trophy,” Zedd continued unphased. Just as his allies had become used to him, he had learned to anticipate their reactions.
Morene blankly stared at him. That simple, huh?
Zedd leaped forward, catching a tentacle and pulling himself onto it. Morene was quick to follow, with Jak following at the flank and keeping his attention on the hordes behind them. Zedd did his best to scale the beast’s appendage, but he was by far the least agile of their little band, and the surface area didn't allow much room for error. It didn’t go unnoticed when Morene hopped past him with effortless grace.
He went to curse her, but in the distraction he was swatted from his perch by another tentacle. Zedd spent most of his fall loudly cursing, as usual, but happened to notice a tentacle swinging at him, trying to take advantage of this moment of vulnerability. He wrapped his arms around it as it struck him, catching what appeared to be the side of a dumpster in a full body hug. Far from out of the woods, Zedd held on for dear life as the tentacle wildly flailed and tried to remove him, but he held tight.
With a great deal of effort, he pulled himself onto the tentacle of fused garbage and awkwardly made his way down it, swaying and stumbling on the unstable and constantly moving surface. He looked around as he did. He’d lost sight of the other two, as well. What was more, he saw a line of dark energy coming towards him, down the surface of the limb he was using for transport.
Zedd was free of outside influence, both the Dark Chip’s and Desman’s mind. He would not tolerate another intrusion into his psyche. Though he figured this bit of dark energy would be more sudden and violent, he wasn’t about to take that chance. Without a second thought, the warlord leaped from the tentacle, blindly hoping for another one to land on. This deep into the monstrosity, it was almost guaranteed.
Sparks and an explosion erupted from the appendage he’d just left, no doubt an attack meant for him. He grabbed the next flailing tentacle with his left hand, and pulled himself up with a bit more finesse than the previous time. He could see the disgusting face of this creature, just down the way. He was almost there. Whatever the hell he was going to do to this massive monster once he got there was still an unknown factor to him, but he had his target. That was enough.
Zedd saw the opportunity and he he ran at it, like he always did. The tentacle did its best to throw him off, and he nearly lost his balance and fell into the sea of limbs several times, but each time he caught himself and pressed on. He held the bladed end of his staff ready as he descended upon it. One way or another, the end was in sight.
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