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Erdawn Il Deus · 08-04-2005, 10:07 PM

The dust settled only after a long time. And only after that did Erdawn push himself up. He stumbled, slightly, his legs weak from the release of such intense power, and stumbled over the
broken rock cascade that had been a nobler-than-thou statue of some nameless, reverred
warrior. He found Lucius sprawled and awake, his body resting splayed and broken over chipped and shattered boulders, staring at his enemy with baleful intensity. His eyes quivered like a cornered animal's - a mixture of defiance and pride and knowledge that was almost untempered fear.

The Cimmeran stood proud and spat to clear his mouth of metal, copper. -His spine is broken... or dislocated.- he said to himself, observing with silent and deafening scrutiny the bulging curvatures, how the upper-part of the warrior's torso seem displaced one foot to the left of his hips and legs. Lucius didn't say anything. Erdawn neither. There were moments beyond words, and the longhunter strode silently forward and with silent power lifted the broken man, who might have struggled had he the ability to move, only managing to shake his head and gnash his teeth. With one hand at the man's throat and the other at his belt, he heaved his defeated adversary over his shoulders like a log and walked silently to the docking bay. Fissures had cracked across the foundations, girders were groaning in some places, and some of the stations were empty - their airships dropped at the force of Erdawn's God Fist. With solemnity he came to the edge, overlooking the swirling colour of the land so far below and the tufted froth of pearly clouds which stood in the way. The wind buffeted him, his hair, opening wounds, pushing at his balance, but he held his ground, and with one, mountanous heave, he hurled Lucius's carcass from his shoulders into the blue yonder beneath Station 13.

He fell soundlessly, shrinking to nothing, vanishing into a cloud only to re-appear as a black dot before sinking from sight -- even the longhunter's.

And Erdawn did not leave until he was sure his opponent had been smashed off the earth.

OoC: Is the final round two weeks like in the NLBFT, or just one week? More time to post in two weeks. Bigger stuff. Yar.

[ August 04, 2005, 10:13 PM: Message edited by: e-r-d-a-w-n ]

08-04-2005, 10:07 PM	#32
Erdawn Il Deus Senior Member Join Date: May 2003 Location: Threading the jeweled thrones of earth under my sandalled feet Gender: Posts: 2,985 Thanks: 4 Thanked 45 Times in 39 Posts Points: 23,166.27 Bank: 757.83 Total Points: 23,924.10 Donate	The dust settled only after a long time. And only after that did Erdawn push himself up. He stumbled, slightly, his legs weak from the release of such intense power, and stumbled over the broken rock cascade that had been a nobler-than-thou statue of some nameless, reverred warrior. He found Lucius sprawled and awake, his body resting splayed and broken over chipped and shattered boulders, staring at his enemy with baleful intensity. His eyes quivered like a cornered animal's - a mixture of defiance and pride and knowledge that was almost untempered fear. The Cimmeran stood proud and spat to clear his mouth of metal, copper. -His spine is broken... or dislocated.- he said to himself, observing with silent and deafening scrutiny the bulging curvatures, how the upper-part of the warrior's torso seem displaced one foot to the left of his hips and legs. Lucius didn't say anything. Erdawn neither. There were moments beyond words, and the longhunter strode silently forward and with silent power lifted the broken man, who might have struggled had he the ability to move, only managing to shake his head and gnash his teeth. With one hand at the man's throat and the other at his belt, he heaved his defeated adversary over his shoulders like a log and walked silently to the docking bay. Fissures had cracked across the foundations, girders were groaning in some places, and some of the stations were empty - their airships dropped at the force of Erdawn's God Fist. With solemnity he came to the edge, overlooking the swirling colour of the land so far below and the tufted froth of pearly clouds which stood in the way. The wind buffeted him, his hair, opening wounds, pushing at his balance, but he held his ground, and with one, mountanous heave, he hurled Lucius's carcass from his shoulders into the blue yonder beneath Station 13. He fell soundlessly, shrinking to nothing, vanishing into a cloud only to re-appear as a black dot before sinking from sight -- even the longhunter's. And Erdawn did not leave until he was sure his opponent had been smashed off the earth. OoC: Is the final round two weeks like in the NLBFT, or just one week? More time to post in two weeks. Bigger stuff. Yar. [ August 04, 2005, 10:13 PM: Message edited by: e-r-d-a-w-n ]