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NintendoGod · 07-31-2005, 07:28 PM

OoC: Dangit. I was going to reply last night, but couldn't finish the post. Sorry, man >.<
We will have to pick this up again some other time, though [img]tongue.gif[/img]

Lucius vanished down the hole in a wash of molten metal; Even as he hit the floor below he was moving, rolling away from the melted floor even as the glowing steel burned away at the armored fabric of his cloak. He grimaced as his arm lolled at his side, dead weight; he hadn't expected the knife to pierce the metal fabric, but he had underestimated the cimmeran's vengeance. Stupid. For now, though he was more concerned with the liquid metal burning through his clothes; he could smell burned flesh, which was never good. As he rose into a crouch, gritting his teeth against the pain, he summoned some energy and blasted a sphere of cold air out around him; the frigid air instantly froze the metal and most of the moisture around him aswell. It wasn't much of a fix, but it worked. He turned and watched the dripping ceiling, wondering how he would get out; Erdawn was probably watching the hole for his return. However, as he slowly started to grin, he realized he didn't need to be so obvious. Reaching his one working hand back, he grasped a small handle, drawing a hand-axe from his belt. Concealed near the small of his back, it was barely a foot in height. Then, with a twirling motion, he twisted the handle, releasing a good length of pole from it in a single quick move. Then, a plan forming, he focused and began summoning energy...

Erdawn, meanwhile, was busy recollecting his rifle. Taking a quick sweep, he spotted it lying forgotten by the fountain, barely a few meters away. Making sure to watch the hole carefully, he backtracked towards the heavy weapon, quickly scooping it up and ejecting the chambered round in favor of a new one. Then, he moved towards the hole.

He got about halfway there when the ground beneath him exploded outward as a pillar of pure stone sent him airborne. He took a moment to wonder how there could even be a sheet of bedrock on a floating platform of metal, then twisted in mid-air, dodging around it and landing off to the side. As he turned, stepping back from the pillar, it suddenly seemed to reform, as if the stone was amorphous in nature; in half a second the bottom half snaked out and shot up, flipping the cimmeran's leg from beneath him; as he fell backwards, the pillar fell forwards, and the two met rather painfully. The tower of stone smacked him into the ground, then reformed again, tossing him into the air like a catapult; Erdawn noted that the pillar was not truly solid, but rather millions of peices of smaller rocks and gravel and dust concealed into a single form. As he fell towards the wall, he drew out his knife and braced himself, stabbing into the thin metal wall and using it as a brace to slide down to the floor relatively safely. Then he moved towards the stone.

As it re-formed yet again, he ducked beneath a suddenly formed limb and leapt over a second, a sudden pinwheeling form of stone appearing around him. A second dodge, a duck, and he stabbed his knife down onto the fourth plange, snapping it from the main body with a single deft blow; the stone broke into sand and fell away. Then a fifth arm appeared and nailed him in the chest, tossing him backwards. He landed, strode forward, and then two things happened.

First, the stone enemy, which had begun to reform itself yet again, suddenly collapsed into dust. The second was a sudden hit in the back of the ankles by a pole of some kind. His legs were swept from beneath him as Lucius, having come from the side, weilding a new weapon with suprising grace; a one and a half meter long pole, tipped with a head that looked like a mix between a double-edged halberd and a mace. As he continued his swing, he pirouetted, coming around and bringing the flat of the axe into Erdawn's chest, slamming his airborne form to the ground. His breath wooshed from him and he felt a snap, probably a rib giving way. Erdawn quickly rose, and tried to jump back, but not fast enough; the axe moved with speed that seemed improbable for it's length, and the sharp edge jammed into his leg; the bone stopped the edge, but he felt at least one tendon give way. As he hit the ground again, barely managing to land on one leg, Lucius continued his assault, the axe-staff poised to drive it's three points into his chest...

[ July 31, 2005, 07:33 PM: Message edited by: NintendoGod ]

07-31-2005, 07:28 PM	#19
NintendoGod Senior Member Join Date: Apr 2000 Location: Somewhere far too hot. Gender: Posts: 2,745 Thanks: 4 Thanked 1 Time in 1 Post Points: 1,164.94 Bank: 4,585.15 Total Points: 5,750.09 Donate	OoC: Dangit. I was going to reply last night, but couldn't finish the post. Sorry, man >.< We will have to pick this up again some other time, though [img]tongue.gif[/img] Lucius vanished down the hole in a wash of molten metal; Even as he hit the floor below he was moving, rolling away from the melted floor even as the glowing steel burned away at the armored fabric of his cloak. He grimaced as his arm lolled at his side, dead weight; he hadn't expected the knife to pierce the metal fabric, but he had underestimated the cimmeran's vengeance. Stupid. For now, though he was more concerned with the liquid metal burning through his clothes; he could smell burned flesh, which was never good. As he rose into a crouch, gritting his teeth against the pain, he summoned some energy and blasted a sphere of cold air out around him; the frigid air instantly froze the metal and most of the moisture around him aswell. It wasn't much of a fix, but it worked. He turned and watched the dripping ceiling, wondering how he would get out; Erdawn was probably watching the hole for his return. However, as he slowly started to grin, he realized he didn't need to be so obvious. Reaching his one working hand back, he grasped a small handle, drawing a hand-axe from his belt. Concealed near the small of his back, it was barely a foot in height. Then, with a twirling motion, he twisted the handle, releasing a good length of pole from it in a single quick move. Then, a plan forming, he focused and began summoning energy... Erdawn, meanwhile, was busy recollecting his rifle. Taking a quick sweep, he spotted it lying forgotten by the fountain, barely a few meters away. Making sure to watch the hole carefully, he backtracked towards the heavy weapon, quickly scooping it up and ejecting the chambered round in favor of a new one. Then, he moved towards the hole. He got about halfway there when the ground beneath him exploded outward as a pillar of pure stone sent him airborne. He took a moment to wonder how there could even be a sheet of bedrock on a floating platform of metal, then twisted in mid-air, dodging around it and landing off to the side. As he turned, stepping back from the pillar, it suddenly seemed to reform, as if the stone was amorphous in nature; in half a second the bottom half snaked out and shot up, flipping the cimmeran's leg from beneath him; as he fell backwards, the pillar fell forwards, and the two met rather painfully. The tower of stone smacked him into the ground, then reformed again, tossing him into the air like a catapult; Erdawn noted that the pillar was not truly solid, but rather millions of peices of smaller rocks and gravel and dust concealed into a single form. As he fell towards the wall, he drew out his knife and braced himself, stabbing into the thin metal wall and using it as a brace to slide down to the floor relatively safely. Then he moved towards the stone. As it re-formed yet again, he ducked beneath a suddenly formed limb and leapt over a second, a sudden pinwheeling form of stone appearing around him. A second dodge, a duck, and he stabbed his knife down onto the fourth plange, snapping it from the main body with a single deft blow; the stone broke into sand and fell away. Then a fifth arm appeared and nailed him in the chest, tossing him backwards. He landed, strode forward, and then two things happened. First, the stone enemy, which had begun to reform itself yet again, suddenly collapsed into dust. The second was a sudden hit in the back of the ankles by a pole of some kind. His legs were swept from beneath him as Lucius, having come from the side, weilding a new weapon with suprising grace; a one and a half meter long pole, tipped with a head that looked like a mix between a double-edged halberd and a mace. As he continued his swing, he pirouetted, coming around and bringing the flat of the axe into Erdawn's chest, slamming his airborne form to the ground. His breath wooshed from him and he felt a snap, probably a rib giving way. Erdawn quickly rose, and tried to jump back, but not fast enough; the axe moved with speed that seemed improbable for it's length, and the sharp edge jammed into his leg; the bone stopped the edge, but he felt at least one tendon give way. As he hit the ground again, barely managing to land on one leg, Lucius continued his assault, the axe-staff poised to drive it's three points into his chest... [ July 31, 2005, 07:33 PM: Message edited by: NintendoGod ]