06-24-2017, 04:42 PM
Tearen walked idly along the shoreline at the foot of the salty cliffs. Of all the places to drop a small, obscure package, this had to be equally if not more difficult than sifting through jungle detritus. Jetsam and scraggly bushes covered the pebbly beach, and a line of low, dark mangroves clung resilutely to the edge of the rocks that towered upwards. The beach in and of itself was about thirty yards from forest to surf, and stretched off into the northern and southern mist. The eldritch human picked his way along the drift wood, poking and prodding around for any sign of some displaced Syntech merchandise. A lone crow called balefully in rhythm with the hissing waves.
Suddenly, the elder Prime stumbled; his leg was stuck on something. When Tearen looked down, he saw that his leg was, in fact, ensared by a thick, green tail. In the next moment, a towering greeb abomination burst out of the grit of the beach and wrapped him tightly in a constricting grasp. Cell relished the wheezing sound the allegedly legendary Prime made as he pulled his tail tighter.
"Ha ha ha! Sso. Seemss the Sslayer iss a little cocky! Thought you could ssneak up on us eh? If catching you wass thiss eassy, your little bitch should be trivial." Cell hissed, pulling Tearen closer to his face. The elder Prime spoke through gritted teeth.
"She might...ngh...surprise you." he managed, before Cell constricted him tighter. As if to answer this boast, a clatter of reports rang out from the treeline, and the incessant cawing came to and end. Archer stalked out from the mangroves a minute later, MP40 in one hand and a crow struggling by the neck in his other.
"Fun fact..." the agent said, tossing the wounded corvus into the damp gravel, "...American crows such as this bird have a much different call from the European Carrion Crow that it was imitating. When your milkmaid resurrects, tell her to get some singing lessons." the drunkard explained, before leveling his submachine gun at the bird. Tearen's eyes widened, as did Cell's.
"I thought you were going to sstay out of ssight!" the petulant hybrid whined. Archer shrugged unapologetically.
"I wanted to see this ponytail dumbass up close before he gets stuck in your rectum." Archer quipped, raising an eyebrow as he glanced back at his ally. Now that he thought about it, it was a pretty stupid tactical decision that he wouldn't have made under normal circumstances, but they had basically already won. Cell emitted a gutteral clicking noise before sighing.
"Whatever. Let'ss jusst kill them and get the package."
"Sure."
When Archer looked back at the spot the wounded crow should have been, it was gone. He looked up at the tree line to see a trio of green eyes staring back at them.
"Uh shit. That isn't your boy, hotpants." Archer called over his shoulder. Cell hazarded a glance, but before he could see what the smarmy socialite was talking about, the insectoid felt his captive wriggling. When he looked back, there was a knife coming for his remaining eye. The hybrid's preternatural instincts saved him from losing his remaining sight, but there was still a serrated blade in his face. He gave the now-revealed Malon one last crushing squeeze before dropping her and focusing on withdrawing the weapon. Archer took aim at the looming Shadow, but both Primes were abruptly overcome with a crushing feeling of weight.
Finally, to add injury to insult, a ring of shimmering black prisms manifested in the air above the snared duo. There wasn't even time for expletives before a storm of golden energy-threads began to cut into Archer and Cell's bodies. The crushing gravity relented, but they were a long way from any sort of cover on the exposed beach, and the scalding onslaught just kept coming.
"Dammit, this was supposed to be our ambush!" Archer said as he scrambled for a pile of boney driftwood. Cell ran alongside him, and hissed.
"No, thiss wass ssupossed to be YOUR ambush! I wanted to kill them right away, but noooo..."
...
Meanwhile, Tearen watched with a bemused smile as he his Aspects harried and blasted the panicking Primes. The bullets lodged in his shoulder were an unexpected complication, but overall, he was pleased with the results of this gambit. Malon rejoined him in the bushes, panting and clutching her ribs. That tail was no joke: she was pretty sure something in her was broken. For the moment, though, they had some time to prepare for the inevitable furious backlash. As tempted as Tearen was to tell them to retreat, he knew that such an action would likely just provoke an expedited reprisal. Better for Malon and himself to remain calm and quiescent.
Suddenly, the elder Prime stumbled; his leg was stuck on something. When Tearen looked down, he saw that his leg was, in fact, ensared by a thick, green tail. In the next moment, a towering greeb abomination burst out of the grit of the beach and wrapped him tightly in a constricting grasp. Cell relished the wheezing sound the allegedly legendary Prime made as he pulled his tail tighter.
"Ha ha ha! Sso. Seemss the Sslayer iss a little cocky! Thought you could ssneak up on us eh? If catching you wass thiss eassy, your little bitch should be trivial." Cell hissed, pulling Tearen closer to his face. The elder Prime spoke through gritted teeth.
"She might...ngh...surprise you." he managed, before Cell constricted him tighter. As if to answer this boast, a clatter of reports rang out from the treeline, and the incessant cawing came to and end. Archer stalked out from the mangroves a minute later, MP40 in one hand and a crow struggling by the neck in his other.
"Fun fact..." the agent said, tossing the wounded corvus into the damp gravel, "...American crows such as this bird have a much different call from the European Carrion Crow that it was imitating. When your milkmaid resurrects, tell her to get some singing lessons." the drunkard explained, before leveling his submachine gun at the bird. Tearen's eyes widened, as did Cell's.
"I thought you were going to sstay out of ssight!" the petulant hybrid whined. Archer shrugged unapologetically.
"I wanted to see this ponytail dumbass up close before he gets stuck in your rectum." Archer quipped, raising an eyebrow as he glanced back at his ally. Now that he thought about it, it was a pretty stupid tactical decision that he wouldn't have made under normal circumstances, but they had basically already won. Cell emitted a gutteral clicking noise before sighing.
"Whatever. Let'ss jusst kill them and get the package."
"Sure."
When Archer looked back at the spot the wounded crow should have been, it was gone. He looked up at the tree line to see a trio of green eyes staring back at them.
"Uh shit. That isn't your boy, hotpants." Archer called over his shoulder. Cell hazarded a glance, but before he could see what the smarmy socialite was talking about, the insectoid felt his captive wriggling. When he looked back, there was a knife coming for his remaining eye. The hybrid's preternatural instincts saved him from losing his remaining sight, but there was still a serrated blade in his face. He gave the now-revealed Malon one last crushing squeeze before dropping her and focusing on withdrawing the weapon. Archer took aim at the looming Shadow, but both Primes were abruptly overcome with a crushing feeling of weight.
Finally, to add injury to insult, a ring of shimmering black prisms manifested in the air above the snared duo. There wasn't even time for expletives before a storm of golden energy-threads began to cut into Archer and Cell's bodies. The crushing gravity relented, but they were a long way from any sort of cover on the exposed beach, and the scalding onslaught just kept coming.
"Dammit, this was supposed to be our ambush!" Archer said as he scrambled for a pile of boney driftwood. Cell ran alongside him, and hissed.
"No, thiss wass ssupossed to be YOUR ambush! I wanted to kill them right away, but noooo..."
...
Meanwhile, Tearen watched with a bemused smile as he his Aspects harried and blasted the panicking Primes. The bullets lodged in his shoulder were an unexpected complication, but overall, he was pleased with the results of this gambit. Malon rejoined him in the bushes, panting and clutching her ribs. That tail was no joke: she was pretty sure something in her was broken. For the moment, though, they had some time to prepare for the inevitable furious backlash. As tempted as Tearen was to tell them to retreat, he knew that such an action would likely just provoke an expedited reprisal. Better for Malon and himself to remain calm and quiescent.
Quote:Malon entered battle disguised as Tearen with Shapeshift
Tearen entered battle in Corvidae
Cell ensnared Malon with Tail and began to crush her.
Archer shot Tearen down with MP40
Tearen used Obsessive Complex Insertion to attract Archer to Malon in disguise.
When Archer looked away, Tearen used Quantum Uncertainty and shifted to his default Form.
Malon stabbed Cell with Tactical Knife while he was distracted.
Cell retaliated with a stronger crush before dropping her.
Tearen used Gravity Distortion to pin Cell and Archer while he summoned his Aspects of Divinity, which began ripple firing Particle Energy Conversion beams at them.
Tearen will spend 4 SP to maintain Aspects of Diviniy for the entire round.
Curret SP 3/9
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