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| The Shasarran Invasion: Second Strike; PS - Janemba, Bojack, Spopovich, Bebi | |
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| Topic Started: May 13 2009, 05:38 AM (313 Views) | |
| Mel'Koth | May 13 2009, 05:38 AM Post #1 |
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Post 1 Janemba was walking through West City's market district. People hustled and bustled, trying to move the demon out of the way, but at the same time avoiding any physical contact with him. Maybe they thought he had some terrible disease from another world, or if they touched him they might explode in a bout of demonic fire. Neither of these was the case, of course, but Janemba didn’t complain; he didn’t care what the mortals thought of him. They were beneath him, and that was that. A particularly aggressive merchant spied the demon in the crowd and immediately rushed towards him with a handful of jewelry that he didn’t treat like valuable merchandise. “Hey, wanna buy some stuff?” “No thank you.” “I give good price!” “My answer remains unchanged.” “Ah c’mon; you know you wanna!” “I said no!” yelled the demon. The man began to shove his wares in Janemba’s face; he was becoming annoying at an alarmingly quick rate. The markets darkened for a second other than the demon’s hand, which shone bright purple. His eyes narrowed and a sinister smirk crossed his face before his other hand snatched out for his sword. At the touch of the blade, all his vile ambitions and perverted imaginings of what he would do to the man disappeared; as did the man. He rushed through the people, dropping his ‘authentic’ plastic beads to the ground in his hurry. Janemba smiled and chuckled, and he began to turn around when something horrific caught his eye. The man had continued to run until he had been stopped in his tracks by a twelve-foot tall glowing creature with a wondrous array of colours contained within a semi-transparent luminescent shell. He looked up in horror and tears began to pour from his eyes. The creature looked at him for a moment and seemed to be uninterested. After another moment, a beautiful whistle emanated from the Serv and it rushed through the crowd towards Janemba. |
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| Disgraced Bojack | May 14 2009, 01:04 AM Post #2 |
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“Man, get that shit out my face.” The alien said to man trying to sell him some authentic gold beads straight from Zeus himself. The man didn’t stick around any longer after Bojack’s hostile message. Bojack continued to walk down the crowded streets of West City. Back when he was in the mafia, this used to be his center of interest. He ran a few rackets down here and extorted a few shop owners there. Yeah, this was Bojack’s spot alright. But now West City had taken a turn for the worst. The police actually started to do their job, citizens actually started to fight back against the mafia control, and the mafia families actually just moved away to some other larger metropolitan cities. It didn’t bother Bojack, he started to get his zeni through other methods. But the fact that he was back on his street in West City made him feel a bit nostalgic. He hated feeling nostalgic. He continued to walk down the street until he saw what he had come for. The purple demon was being bugged by the same guy that was bothering Bojack a while ago. Apparently the salesman had a hard-on for extraterrestrial beings. Janemba didn’t buy any of his crap either. Turning his sight away from Janemba for just a second, he scanned the crowd to make sure nobody was watching. He wasn’t prepared to see Spopovich looking at Janemba either. “Oh shit.” The salesman that had been bothering Janemba and Bojack a minute ago had stopped in his tracks after bumping into some living statue with some rainbow shit going on in his body. The creature began to whistle, and Bojack hummed along. That was, until he saw the creature advance towards Janemba. Bojack got out of the way and ran across the street over to Spopovich. The crowd began to dissipate when they saw the twelve-foot statue bulldoze its way through them like they were nothing more than air. “I bet my money on the big motherfucker.” Bojack said when he was at Spopovich’s side. |
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| perfectchaos0z | May 14 2009, 01:12 AM Post #3 |
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West City again. The dust was tossed up around him. The hot stinking dust of the desert. He always ended up in the desert somehow, whether it was delivering for Roshi or running from some old buddies of his. But no matter what it always came back to this place. Spopovich was leaning in an open market area watching things go by when the even happened. Some freaky looking dude, freakiest he had ever seen was getting accosted by some guy selling some novelty tourist stuff. Yeah, it was pretty obvious that guy was a tourist. He'd seen weird looking people before, but that guy couldn't have ever been human. Bojack was some kind of carnies and Babidi had just been a deformed midget, but how could you explain ole' Yellow Eyes over there? Reminded him of a song. Anyway, long story short, the laws of reality snapped in half because this dude didn't buy some crappy ass jewelry and now there was a rainbow where there shouldn't be. Kind of puts things in prospective, eh? Remember to buy cheap jewelry. Now... he had seen... weird, okay, whatever, he had seen it all now. Looked like Rainbow Brite was fighting Yellow Eyes like they had some old long standing grudge or something. Which might be the case, you probably don't make a lot of friends looking like either of those dudes. Spopovich moved for the first time in a bit to get a closer look at what was quickly going to become a battlefield. His money was on Yellow Eyes, looked tougher. With little effort, he bent down and picked up the cheap beads and twisted them around his hand childishly while observing. Then a twinge of reality hit him. These guys were strong. He glanced around quickly, suddenly a bit worried for the safety of the crowd. |
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| Mel'Koth | May 14 2009, 02:41 AM Post #4 |
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Post 2 Janemba leapt to the side, just barely evading a punch from the Serv. Even before he could compose himself, another glowing arm flew through the air and slammed into the demon’s back, sending him across the market and plowing him into a nearby wall. Janemba came off like a pancake on the ceiling, and as soon as he hit the ground he began to regain his composure. This Serv was stronger than the last one he had fought, and seemed to be more determined. Maybe Mel’Koth had ordered a hit on him? It didn’t seem out of the realm of possibility; but then again, the Lord of the Spectral Hall had entered...entered the mortal plane and told Janemba to embrace the darkness when the time came. He assumed this was all a ploy to bring out his other half; well, as long as Purity was strapped to his back there was no chance of that. The Serv still stood motionlessly, allowing Janemba a turn to attack it. A sort of ring of spectators had formed, with the demon and his broken wall on one side and the Serv on the other. The narrow marketplace would work to Janemba’s advantage: the other-dimensional creature was enormous and wouldn’t be able to swing its arms in such a confined space without making contact with the nearby walls, slowing it substantially. The demon had grown in power since his last encounter with the Shasarra; perhaps this time he stood a chance... He leapt to his feet and rushed at the Serv, aiming a blow pretty much anywhere. As he had suspected, the Serv’s arms swung out and crashed through buildings on either side in its attempt to halt Janemba’s attack. As he hadn’t expected, the contact slowed it only marginally, and the demon was only able to throw in a single hit before he was forced to jump away. Pieces of debris fell towards terrified onlookers as Janemba charged the being once again; this time focussing more on evading its blows than landing his own. |
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| perfectchaos0z | May 14 2009, 11:29 AM Post #5 |
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"Hey, whats up, Bojack?" Spopovich said, glancing over when the alien appeared. "Didn't expect to run into you today." The brutish warrior said, before looking back at the interesting fight before him. Sometimes he liked being the crowd. "You really think Rainbow Brite can take down Yellow Eyes over there? Looks like the big ones moving slow, that demon looking motherfucker is pretty much avoiding everything." He winced watching the fight as Janemba got smacked, before smirking. "Well, maybe not everything." Janemba was seemingly using the other warriors hugeness against him. Good thinking. Also didn't look like Rainbow Boy was too bright either, and was pretty slow. Spopovich figured he could take either of them. A quick glance at the crowd made him realize they couldn't even follow it. A couple of the on-lookers were freaking out. Most people didn't respond favorably to fights breaking out in the street. Then some debris fell towards a group of the spectators, too quick for them to avoid. Non-fighters didn't need to get caught up in a battle, spectators were there to cheer people on. If they all died, who would watch him? "I'll be right back." Spopovich muttered to Bojack, running over to punch at the debris before it got to them and, in some cases, just take the hits. It was just rock, after all. He blast punched the ones he couldn't reach and turned his attention back to the fight from his new vantage point, but not before craning his head back at the guys that almost got hit. "You guys had better get out of here, looks like this fights heating up." He didn't really care, they could stay and watch at their own risk. He eyed the fight for a bit before walking back over to Bojack, dropping the beads he was still holding on the way. "So, odds still in favor of the rainbow boy? Wonder what they're fighting about." |
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| Disgraced Bojack | May 14 2009, 04:18 PM Post #6 |
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Bojack was about to save the innocents from the falling debris before Spopovich beat him to the punch. He knew they would be alright, so he turned his attention back to Janemba and the statue he was fighting. Janemba had turned the tables on his opponent and was now on the offensive, trying to get a punch or a kick in every chance he got. It was a laudable performance by Bojack’s purple friend, but it wasn’t getting him anywhere. Bojack felt like intervening, but he knew that it would be better to keep his distance and allow the story to unravel a bit more before he made any rash decisions. Spopovich came back to his side. “So, odds still in favor of the rainbow boy? Wonder what they're fighting about. “Nah, I don’t know man. Janemba’s quicker than the other foo’, but that guy’s built like a statue. You wanna piece of the action?” Bojack asked. He knew Spopovich loved a fight, and it made him wonder why his bald friend hadn’t jumped in already. A fight was a fight, no matter who was right, after all. Bojack looked around a bit, and saw the cops pull up. They had a better chance of putting Bojack in prison than they had breaking this fight up. Janemba was stronger than Bojack. And since his opponent was pushing Janemba to his limits, he had to be stronger than Janemba and Bojack. Whatever. Bojack wasn’t about to interfere any way whatsoever. This wasn’t his fight. He had just come here to talk to Janemba about some things that needed to be done. Even if this was the thing that needed to be done, Janemba hadn’t asked Bojack for his help. And in that sense, Bojack didn’t want to help, actually. He wanted to see how good Janemba really was. This was a evaluation. |
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| Mel'Koth | May 14 2009, 05:03 PM Post #7 |
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Post 3 Swiftly dodging a multi-coloured arm, Janemba did a handstand and spun on his arm to avoid another glowing appendage rocketing towards him. What he hadn’t expected was a kick, which swept him off his arm and left him hanging in mid-air for a few seconds. The demon watched, horrified, as all the light in the Serv’s arm suddenly hardened, and realised the mucus from any hits he had made before had flooded into it. Its arm had now become almost ten times as heavy, and with a deal of effort, it swung it into Janemba, which sent him rocketing towards the crowd. The onlookers parted to allow the demon to fly through, and he was preparing himself for impact with a wall before his vision filled with blue and he was on top of something biological. Looking down, the familiar face of Bojack greeted him. Janemba immediately leapt back up to his feet and winced with the pain from the Serv’s hit. “Get out of here Bojack,” he said harshly, “this is not your fight.” With a snarl, the demon leapt back into the fray, except this time he didn’t fare so well against his opponent. Trying to avoid an on-rushing multi-coloured arm, Janemba completely missed another flying directly into his head. It connected, and the demon was left hazed for a moment, during which the Serv’s shell had dissipated and the lights were free to roam. But several seconds later, the shell had re-appeared, and now Janemba was inside the being, feeling the same watery touch but on a much grander scale everywhere around his body. He was expecting another trip to the Spectral Hall, where Mel’Koth would speak to him. He received electrocution; pain as he had never imagined he could feel. That infinite openness suddenly became rock-hard around him, and it felt like it was contracting, crushing him. Forgetting his pride in a moment of panic, Janemba saw Bojack and a human standing nearby and looked at them pleadingly. Meanwhile, the Serv did not remain still but, seeing that it had captured its target, it continued its mission: to begin the purge of the mortal domain. And it started with the weakest, picking up and old man and a young girl in each hand and preparing to crush them together. |
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| Disgraced Bojack | May 14 2009, 05:34 PM Post #8 |
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Bojack continued to watch the fight. Janemba was quite impressive. Bojack was proud to call the demon his friend. Still, Bojack wasn’t about to interfere. He knew how it felt to have someone interrupt a battle, and he wasn’t going to disrespect Janemba like that. The statue Janemba was fighting was even more impressive. Slow as it might have been, it put up one hell of a fight. Each time it threw a fist, it leveled a building. But neither he nor his purple alien friend could do anything about that except hope there was nobody inside. When the statue increased it’s arm size, it connected with Janemba and sent him flying through the sky. Right towards Bojack. Bojack puffed up his chest and caught Janemba, but in doing so, fell back himself. The demon saw Bojack for the first time. “Get out of here Bojack, this is not your fight.” “Nigga, I came here to shop.” Bojack said as Janemba flew back towards his opponent. Just then, he saw some sort of magic happening. One second, Janemba got his block knocked off, and the next, he was inside of the transparent statue. Bojack’s mouth slowly dropped open. What the hell was going on? Janemba’s gaze turned towards Spopovich and Bojack, and Bojack knew it was the call of duty. He saw the statue pick up two humans, and as soon as that happened, he slapped Spopovich on the back and said, “You get the big guy, I’mma save those people.” Bojack swooped in to save the day, but it wasn’t so. He managed to get his arms out to stop the statue from crushing the two humans together, but the statue was a crapload stronger than Bojack thought he would be. He tried to keep the statue’s arms open, just so Spopovich could come in and save Bojack, and hopefully the humans too, but nobody cared about them anyway. Bojack groaned; it was getting harder and harder to keep the statue’s fists separate. |
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| perfectchaos0z | May 14 2009, 05:46 PM Post #9 |
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"Nah man, looks pretty one-on-one, I don't want to interfere on either side if its even." Spopovich replied to Bojack's question, and noticed that the cops had arrived. Wonderful. He had a long standing dislike of cops every since his youth days of screwing around on the wrong side of the law. He didn't pay them much mind though, he hadn't done anything lately and he had died, so whatever. Spopovich made an "ohhh" sound when Janemba got smacked with the heavy-duty arm and was sent rocketing their way, taking down Bojack on his way. He tilted his head over and smirked, before Janemba spoke directly to Bojack, telling them to get out of there. "Friend of yours?" Spopovich said, looking at the blue alien while the demon ran back to the fight. He watched for a second while Janemba got sucked inside of the Serv and was apparently being electrocuted several times. Then it picked up some innocent bystanders... "Looks like this is getting one-sided..." Spopovich spat, running over and stopping as Bojack leap into the fight right before him. He did run up and punch the extra-dimensional entity a couple of times, for all the good it did him. It didn't seem to have much of a visible effect. Cursing, he tried the only thing he knew how to do- he threw more punches at the problem, bashing it again, before getting to a higher vantage point. "You doing alright, Bojack?" He called out, punching and trying to get the thing to release its grip on the girl. Sure, he'd try to save the old man, but that guy didn't have much of a life left to live anyway. And he had to figure out how to get in to that demon guy- he seemed to be a much bigger hope to beat this thing. He didn't need Bojack going down either, damn. If we can't beat this thing, every human around is going to die. With that knowledge in mind, he went after Janemba and started trying to tear into where it had him stashed. His every punch was punctuated by a curse. |
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| Mel'Koth | May 14 2009, 06:09 PM Post #10 |
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Post 4 Shocks of energy stunned the demon and he whipped back his head, which sent it into a grouping of mucus. When he looked back, he saw Bojack and Spopovich rushing towards the creature: one of them helping the people in its arms, the other assaulting the Serv viciously but, seeing it had no effect, moved on to trying to free Janemba. The demon was unsure how to react to this: he was filled with pride that they would come to his aid, but at the same time he didn’t want them involved. This was a fight reserved only for immortals. Men, aliens, or any other race had no place in it. Seeing that neither of the brave people were standing a chance against the Serv, Janemba took it upon himself. Between jolts, he thought of a way to escape, and then the much grander problem, defeat the Serv itself. He was still racking his brain when a throbbing came in the back of his head. Instinctively, he reached for his sword, and then he got his answer. As the mucus receded slightly, the demon pulled out Purity from its sheath, and it cut through the Serv’s shell as though it were nothing; or rather, the shell parted in the face of the blade. The throbbing had receded, but it seemed like it was of its own volition and not because Janemba had touched the blade. Throwing away the thought for the time being, the demon hacked directly in front of him, which opened the Serv’s torso up and allowed him to escape. Janemba fell to the ground, panting and exhausted already. Mucus covered his body, and he turned himself around so he could lie down and relax. This relaxation was short-lived, however, as he saw Bojack being crushed by the creature’s arms and Spopovich continuing to strike the creature. Taking up Purity in his arm, Janemba launched off and tried to save them both from a fate worse than death; it was the least he could do for their assistance. |
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| perfectchaos0z | May 14 2009, 06:23 PM Post #11 |
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Spopovich backed up a bit when it looked like Janemba was tearing his way out, and nodded at him before re-assuming his assault on the Serv. His punches seemed to have almost no effect and his hands were getting a little numb, but he had to keep at it so Bojack wouldn't get crushed trying to save those two or whatever. And, with a look down at Bojack, it looked like this thing could crush him as easily as those two normal humans. "Damn, that is one bad motherfucker." Spopovich shouted when he saw Janemba returning to the battle, sword in hand. Last he had seen of him he was laying on the ground coughing and covered in goo. "Hey, rainbows!" The brute said, smacking it upside the head, but it still didn't acknowledge him. If there was one thing Spopovich hated more then losing, it was being ignored. "Maybe you should toss me that pig-sticker?" He shouted absently at Janemba, remembering how it had just cut though this beings seemingly impenetrable defense. And then the worst happened, the Serv had somehow freed its arm from where Bojack was doing his best to hold it and punched Spopovich. With an old man. The Serv hit him so hard the old man was nearly instantly killed, and Spopovich was sent flying backwards. But against the three of them, this thing was probably moving even slower and Bojack's workout wasn't a total loss. As he flew though the air, he was pleased to see the little girl had somehow gotten loose. He was, however, less then pleased to see Bojack had been knocked out by the towering beast. He wasn't moving much at least. Spopovich winced hitting the ground and sliding before hopping up, pushing the old man off of him, and was just in time to see the Serv knock Janemba towards another building, the whole thing coming down on top of him. Spopovich stood up, alone, as the thing turned to acknowledge him, seemingly deciding to continue its purge with him. "Well, you just going to stand there, bitch?" Was the warriors response, charging at the Serv and giving him a couple of his best punches. |
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| Mel'Koth | May 14 2009, 06:34 PM Post #12 |
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Post 5 Rubble collapsed on top of Janemba, which only added to his already terrible day. He was fatigued, injured, and had something he felt was a sprain in his right arm. But the Serv was still standing, apparently unharmed. The demon cleared some of the debris and watched as Spopovich, the human fighter, raced towards the being and gave it a few impressive hits. Janemba rose again and prepared to re-enter the fight Purity in hand when the worst thing that could possibly happen did. “Freeze, police!” came the shout from behind him. Janemba sighed audibly and turned to face the enforcers. “Drop the sword and put your hands above your head!” “Believe me officers, you want me to keep a firm grasp on this sword.” “And that’s why I said drop it isn’t it freak?” “I am a demon; an immortal, I’ll have you know. I won’t be insulted by those with a fixed lifespan. Run home to your biological mothers, there is no fight for you here.” “Oh yeah, well how about this fight!” screamed the officer and fired his gun. It hit Janemba’s flesh, and made a small mark. The demon turned, infuriated beyond all comparison. The police backed down somewhat, and Janemba looked at them angrily. “So...you want me to drop my sword?” asked the demon, showing barely restrained rage. The metal object clattered to the ground and instantly throbbing in the back of his head overwhelmed the demon. He inhaled and shot out a great bout of demonic fire which scorched the law enforcement officials. The pungent smell of burning flesh laced the air, and Janemba bent down, picked up his sword and returned to the fray. It wasn’t that he liked to kill mortals; in fact, he didn’t like killing at all. It was too evil. But the demon took mortals’ arrogance as a personal insult, and if there was one thing he couldn’t let slide, it was an insult. Especially from those pathetic creatures. He saw Spopovich holding his own against the Serv, but the human looked in bad shape. Janemba rushed in and parted one of the being’s arms before slicing it horizontally across the chest, parting that too. He regrouped along with Spopovich and prepared for another assault. |
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| Disgraced Bojack | May 15 2009, 03:03 AM Post #13 |
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Bojack watched Spopovich and Janemba in action. They had to be Earth’s greatest warriors. There wasn’t a single wasted motion. Their actions were tied together like strings on a guitar, each of them with a purpose. It was beautiful. He had forgotten about what he was doing, which cost him. The statue managed to close his fists together, Bojack in middle. Bojack felt the life being sucked out of him, but thankfully the statue diverted his attention to the bald warrior and let Bojack fall to the ground. The last thing he saw was Janemba picking himself off of the ground, sword in hand. It was a beautiful sword – a purple one. He had seen it once before, in their battle. The alien promised himself to ask Janemba if he could see how good that sword was once they had time. Random thoughts entered Bojack’s head. The memory of his first encounter with Spopovich filled his mind. As soon as that image dissolved, there came another. It was a bit fuzzier than the one at first. He saw a being, standing in front of a massive white wall. No, there wasn’t a wall at all. The being was standing in a room that was entirely white. There was no blemish anywhere indicating its end. It seemed to go on forever. But just as his vision began to clear, he regained consciousness. He saw Janemba, standing there, the cops standing behind him, holding their guns up. Oh shit, looks like things were about to pop off. The officer let one rip, and the bullet just bounced off of Janemba. That much was expected. But what wasn’t expected was Janemba’s anger. One second, the officers were standing – or well, trying to stay in a vertical position – and the next, they were engulfed in fire. It was a gruesome sight, but it reinvigorated Bojack. He wasn’t about to let any more people die just because someone felt like killing someone. “The fuck was that back there, Janemba?” Bojack said, once Janemba stopped slicing the statue up like it was raw turkey. The trio was standing side to side now. They were of equal height, he noticed, take or give a few inches. “I got a plan.” Bojack said, wanting to be the leader, “Ya’ll go and fuck that mothafucka the fuck up, and I’mma stay here and flirt with that honey over there that looks like she needs somebody to comfort her.” |
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| perfectchaos0z | May 15 2009, 04:48 AM Post #14 |
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The Slavic Juggernaut gave the Serv a couple of more hits, before backing up off of it. The thing swung a lazy arm at him, but he managed to dodge it. Just barely. Then the distinct smell of burning flesh assaulted his nose and he looked over to see that guy from before frying some cops. Looked like they attacked first... no harm done. When Janemba swung by again, they assaulted the creature in turn, Janemba doing most of the damage. Slicing it up real nice, maybe he should get a sword. They worked together to get a couple of more hits on the Serv, Spopovich seemingly doing no damage again. The burly warrior cursed heavily and distracted himself- opening him up to a massive smack by the creature. Spopovich went flying though the air fast, trying to stop himself, and managed to skid to a stop against the ground. He ran up in time to be side by side with Bojack and Janemba. He looked over at both of them and smirked. "Bojack, you know the ladies love a bald head." Was Spopovich's mirthful reply as he watched the Serv move closer, ready for another assault. The sunshine glinted off the extra-dimensional being. The seemingly invincible machine of destruction. It wasn't looking like any of them had much of a chance. "Seriously though... Bojack should probably take the left, I'll take the right, and Yellow Eyes should take the middle... maybe try and get whatever that thing is head off or something." Spopovich said, unsure. "Break." He muttered sarcasticly, like a coach at a football game and charged at it from the right side. A trail of energy surrounded him as he reared back, a wolfs howl was heard in the distance... "Wolf Fang Fist!" Spopovich shouted, laying into the being all over his right side, trying to dismantle that thing. |
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| Mel'Koth | May 15 2009, 08:49 AM Post #15 |
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Post 6 Janemba regrouped and the trio stood in a line together, ready to face the apparently undamaged Serv once more. The demon didn’t even crack a smile at the mortals’ attempts at humour; the situation was far too grave. “If your business here is finished, then feel free to scurry home. But otherwise, the fight is still transpiring, and so will our attacks.” The demon screeched, and rushed at the Serv, hacking wildly. Once again, the shell of the otherworldly being split before the demon’s blade. Meanwhile, Bojack was attacking its left and Spopovich its right. They seemed to be making little progress, as the creature simply excreted the small amount of mucus they had created inside it every now and then, and once it had it batted them away with a single stroke of its arm. When they regrouped a second time, Janemba began to entertain the notion of the Serv’s boredom. Did the creature become bored? Or was it mindless? He didn’t have time to contemplate the matter, as the Serv lifted itself off and rushed madly, aiming its second real attack of the day directly at the demon, sparing nothing for the other two competitors. The enormous hand flew directly at the demon, who instinctively raised his sword. The Serv’s head recoiled somewhat, and its arm split directly down the middle as its momentum drove both sides apart. Rather than simply re-arranging its arm, the entire structure of the invader shifted and followed the arms so they became its legs. Suddenly, the Serv was behind the demon and with a colossal kick it booted him into the sky. Mid-flight, Janemba regained his composure and remained floating where he was. Instantly, the demon’s eyes widened and he turned to face the West. He had detected another presence, but unlike before. Without even saying anything, Janemba powered up and flew off in the direction of the disturbance. After several seconds, however, he saw Bojack and Spopovich trailing him. “What do you think you’re doing?” he asked, perturbed. |
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