06-24-2017, 07:19 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-24-2017, 07:21 PM by Dr. McNinja.)
"Er..." Ogong glanced at Jim. "Now would be a REALLY good time for you to see me, Jim."
Somerled nodded. "Jim, wherever you are, tell Ogong to talk to me."
Jim chuckled. "I get it. Kid, talk to Somerled. I'll talk to you."
"But I can't see him," Ogong replied, uncomprehending.
"What?" Somerled wondered, unsure of what Ogong had heard.
"Somerled didn't hear yo-"
Jim grunted as the sandy beast in the center slammed him into a wall with the back of its "hand". The marine cocked his gun and started blasting wildly in the direction of the creature. On cue, the gunslingers vanished from view, startling Ogong and Somerled.
"Where the hell..." the storm spirit began, before a skeleton jumped on him from behind. Cackling the whole time, the Dusted Gunslinger smacked him repeatedly with the butt of his pistols, like a demented skeletal drummer.
Ogong, noticing the punctures riddling the creature's body, assumed incorrectly that Jim had his situation under control, even if he was being crushed by a gigantic column of sand. He decided to help Somerled, whom he assumed was the invisible figure getting the shit beaten out of him.
Right as Ogong was about to leap to Somerled’s assistance, another figure jumped onto Ogong's back. Unfortunately, Ogong was not nearly large enough to hold his Gunslinger's weight, so unlike Somerled, who was still valiantly attempting to throw off his annoying opponent, the monkey was simply thrown backwards in an awkward, bony wrestling throw.
The monkey chief groaned and flipped to his feet, carrying the skeleton in the momentum. He swung the staff where he expected it to land. To his exasperation, the Gunslinger was once more demonstrating his ability to screw with gravity, landing deftly on the ceiling instead of tumbling to the floor.
Ogong rolled out of the way as the Gunslinger fanned the hammer of his gun, missing all save one. That shot had landed purely by accident on Yeo-Ee-Pil, provoking a pained scream from the ancient weapon. Ogong made tickling motions with his fingers, trying to speedily form a fireball, cutting mental corners this time. He had to save Somerled from a pistol-induced concussion, after all.
Before Ogong could let loose the projectile, the Gunslinger unceremoniously chucked his expended pistol at Ogong's face, leaving an L-shaped mark on the monkey's forehead. The Gunslinger seemed to find this incredibly amusing, gripping his ribs and chattering with laughter.
A bullwhip cracked as it wrapped around the skeleton's throat. Ogong couldn't see it, but he heard it. The Gunslinger and Ogong simultaneously turned their heads to Somerled, then back to each other. Ogong grinned and waved gently at his opponent.
The Gunslinger went flying as the storm spirit yanked on the skeleton's neck. He was on a collision course with Somerled, who promptly bent over to expose the skeleton on his back. Both Gunslingers stopped cackling, their eye sockets seeming to widen in fear somehow.
In a clatter of bones, the two copies collided, allowing Somerled to throw off his own. Still recovering from the repeated blows to the head, he started jogging towards Ogong, who was now sprinting towards Jim.
Ogong jumped in the air, gripping one end of Yeo-Ee-Pil with both hands. He swung down as hard as he could, letting the staff come down on Desertman's arm with incredible force. The sand puffed anticlimactically in response, but Ogong's strength seemed to divide the column in two.
Ogong cartwheeled forward and hopped at the end, advancing rapidly on Desertman's position. Desertman, in response, stuck out its tongue. The sand was wet enough that it could've been mud, but it was far stickier than any earth reasonably could be. Ogong landed squarely in the middle of the tongue, his face planted in the gross mud.
Desertman stretched his tongue, sending Ogong flying to the ceiling. He then swallowed the monkey whole, sending Somerled to a panic.
"Shit!" the spirit yelled, "Jim, he just swallowed Ogong!"
Jim, finally free from Desertman's grasp, kicked off the sandy fingers holding him in place and aimed his gun again. Blasting the approximate stomach of the beast, Jim grit his teeth, stressed. He had grown to like the kid and dammit if he was going to let him die.
"MMRRMRRA! HOO!"
A gigantic grey hand reaching upwards erupted from the inside of Desertman, flinging chunks of sand everywhere. Ogong was in the center of the explosion, his hair a light brown from all of the sand.
Ogong jumped forward, landing next to Jim.
"You okay, Jim?" the monkey asked.
"Kid asks if you're okay," Somerled called out to the marine.
"Yeah, armor took most of that," Jim coughed.
"Jim says he's fine," Ogong told Somerled.
Desertman roared, its arm reforming more rapidly than Ogong would have liked. The two skeletons untangled themselves and now stood menacingly unamused at each side of the Desertman.
"Our turn," Jim muttered.
"Jim says it's our turn," Ogong nodded, grinning wide.
"Damn right it is," Somerled smirked.
“Tell Jim to make that shield thing,” Ogong told Somerled.
Somerled repeated the orders. Jim promptly reached behind him and opened the wide force field. Ogong lightly hopped up on Jim’s shoulder, ducking behind the shield.
“Alright, let's see if we can do this. You remember Bal-sah, Yeo-Ee-Pil?”
“Punk, I remember every spell that ever existed.”
“Rhetorical question. Help me out?”
The staff glowed more than usual as Ogong summoned more Word Magic.
“Here goes nothing,” he thought.
Two arcane circles appeared above Ogong’s head again, one on top of the other.
“Words of Power, heed my call..."
Ogong squeezed his eyes shut, filtering out the pinging noises from the Gunslinger’s revolvers. He felt the arcane energy drain his body of his life, but he had faith in Yeo-Ee-Pil.
“Sswah-rah...” Ogong muttered.
The circles flashed brightly, Chinese characters etching themselves into the centers.
Unlike the spell for Earthquake, this word was merely two symbols which meant the same thing pinned together. There was actually very little difference between the two characters, but the subtle linguistic difference was incredibly important, lest the letters morph into one jangly magical mess.
The first: “bahl”. It meant “shoot”, but it was the force and the suddenness of an arrow that was released by the archer.
Then “sah”. But this was more than the concept of a shot, it was the direction - outwards.
Ogong struggled to keep the distinction in his mind, Yeo-Ee-Pil supplying his own memories to assist in the clarification. In his mind, he held images of him holding the magical staff prior to throwing it for “bahl”, and images of the staff flying from a bird’s eye view for “sah”.
“BAHL-SAH!” Ogong howled, his right hand glowing furiously.
He formed this hand into a finger gun, which flew sparks over Jim’s armor. Suddenly, Ogong’s thumb snapped forward, and the hand was thrown back, carrying the monkey with it. At the same time, a bolt of pure kinetic energy launched forward, carrying forth sheer momentum. It pierced Desertman and burrowed straight through the sandy monster.
Ogong lay on the floor behind Jim, exhausted.
“Yyyyou take over now,” the monkey muttered.
Somerled nodded. "Jim, wherever you are, tell Ogong to talk to me."
Jim chuckled. "I get it. Kid, talk to Somerled. I'll talk to you."
"But I can't see him," Ogong replied, uncomprehending.
"What?" Somerled wondered, unsure of what Ogong had heard.
"Somerled didn't hear yo-"
Jim grunted as the sandy beast in the center slammed him into a wall with the back of its "hand". The marine cocked his gun and started blasting wildly in the direction of the creature. On cue, the gunslingers vanished from view, startling Ogong and Somerled.
"Where the hell..." the storm spirit began, before a skeleton jumped on him from behind. Cackling the whole time, the Dusted Gunslinger smacked him repeatedly with the butt of his pistols, like a demented skeletal drummer.
Ogong, noticing the punctures riddling the creature's body, assumed incorrectly that Jim had his situation under control, even if he was being crushed by a gigantic column of sand. He decided to help Somerled, whom he assumed was the invisible figure getting the shit beaten out of him.
Right as Ogong was about to leap to Somerled’s assistance, another figure jumped onto Ogong's back. Unfortunately, Ogong was not nearly large enough to hold his Gunslinger's weight, so unlike Somerled, who was still valiantly attempting to throw off his annoying opponent, the monkey was simply thrown backwards in an awkward, bony wrestling throw.
The monkey chief groaned and flipped to his feet, carrying the skeleton in the momentum. He swung the staff where he expected it to land. To his exasperation, the Gunslinger was once more demonstrating his ability to screw with gravity, landing deftly on the ceiling instead of tumbling to the floor.
Ogong rolled out of the way as the Gunslinger fanned the hammer of his gun, missing all save one. That shot had landed purely by accident on Yeo-Ee-Pil, provoking a pained scream from the ancient weapon. Ogong made tickling motions with his fingers, trying to speedily form a fireball, cutting mental corners this time. He had to save Somerled from a pistol-induced concussion, after all.
Before Ogong could let loose the projectile, the Gunslinger unceremoniously chucked his expended pistol at Ogong's face, leaving an L-shaped mark on the monkey's forehead. The Gunslinger seemed to find this incredibly amusing, gripping his ribs and chattering with laughter.
A bullwhip cracked as it wrapped around the skeleton's throat. Ogong couldn't see it, but he heard it. The Gunslinger and Ogong simultaneously turned their heads to Somerled, then back to each other. Ogong grinned and waved gently at his opponent.
The Gunslinger went flying as the storm spirit yanked on the skeleton's neck. He was on a collision course with Somerled, who promptly bent over to expose the skeleton on his back. Both Gunslingers stopped cackling, their eye sockets seeming to widen in fear somehow.
In a clatter of bones, the two copies collided, allowing Somerled to throw off his own. Still recovering from the repeated blows to the head, he started jogging towards Ogong, who was now sprinting towards Jim.
Ogong jumped in the air, gripping one end of Yeo-Ee-Pil with both hands. He swung down as hard as he could, letting the staff come down on Desertman's arm with incredible force. The sand puffed anticlimactically in response, but Ogong's strength seemed to divide the column in two.
Ogong cartwheeled forward and hopped at the end, advancing rapidly on Desertman's position. Desertman, in response, stuck out its tongue. The sand was wet enough that it could've been mud, but it was far stickier than any earth reasonably could be. Ogong landed squarely in the middle of the tongue, his face planted in the gross mud.
Desertman stretched his tongue, sending Ogong flying to the ceiling. He then swallowed the monkey whole, sending Somerled to a panic.
"Shit!" the spirit yelled, "Jim, he just swallowed Ogong!"
Jim, finally free from Desertman's grasp, kicked off the sandy fingers holding him in place and aimed his gun again. Blasting the approximate stomach of the beast, Jim grit his teeth, stressed. He had grown to like the kid and dammit if he was going to let him die.
"MMRRMRRA! HOO!"
A gigantic grey hand reaching upwards erupted from the inside of Desertman, flinging chunks of sand everywhere. Ogong was in the center of the explosion, his hair a light brown from all of the sand.
Ogong jumped forward, landing next to Jim.
"You okay, Jim?" the monkey asked.
"Kid asks if you're okay," Somerled called out to the marine.
"Yeah, armor took most of that," Jim coughed.
"Jim says he's fine," Ogong told Somerled.
Desertman roared, its arm reforming more rapidly than Ogong would have liked. The two skeletons untangled themselves and now stood menacingly unamused at each side of the Desertman.
"Our turn," Jim muttered.
"Jim says it's our turn," Ogong nodded, grinning wide.
"Damn right it is," Somerled smirked.
“Tell Jim to make that shield thing,” Ogong told Somerled.
Somerled repeated the orders. Jim promptly reached behind him and opened the wide force field. Ogong lightly hopped up on Jim’s shoulder, ducking behind the shield.
“Alright, let's see if we can do this. You remember Bal-sah, Yeo-Ee-Pil?”
“Punk, I remember every spell that ever existed.”
“Rhetorical question. Help me out?”
The staff glowed more than usual as Ogong summoned more Word Magic.
“Here goes nothing,” he thought.
Two arcane circles appeared above Ogong’s head again, one on top of the other.
“Words of Power, heed my call..."
Ogong squeezed his eyes shut, filtering out the pinging noises from the Gunslinger’s revolvers. He felt the arcane energy drain his body of his life, but he had faith in Yeo-Ee-Pil.
“Sswah-rah...” Ogong muttered.
The circles flashed brightly, Chinese characters etching themselves into the centers.
Unlike the spell for Earthquake, this word was merely two symbols which meant the same thing pinned together. There was actually very little difference between the two characters, but the subtle linguistic difference was incredibly important, lest the letters morph into one jangly magical mess.
The first: “bahl”. It meant “shoot”, but it was the force and the suddenness of an arrow that was released by the archer.
Then “sah”. But this was more than the concept of a shot, it was the direction - outwards.
Ogong struggled to keep the distinction in his mind, Yeo-Ee-Pil supplying his own memories to assist in the clarification. In his mind, he held images of him holding the magical staff prior to throwing it for “bahl”, and images of the staff flying from a bird’s eye view for “sah”.
“BAHL-SAH!” Ogong howled, his right hand glowing furiously.
He formed this hand into a finger gun, which flew sparks over Jim’s armor. Suddenly, Ogong’s thumb snapped forward, and the hand was thrown back, carrying the monkey with it. At the same time, a bolt of pure kinetic energy launched forward, carrying forth sheer momentum. It pierced Desertman and burrowed straight through the sandy monster.
Ogong lay on the floor behind Jim, exhausted.
“Yyyyou take over now,” the monkey muttered.
Quote:1198 words. Sorry for the novella! I got carried away.
Used Hand: Soo and Launch: Bahl-Sah.
7 out of 11
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