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Friends Among Fiends [Bastus]

Started by Gaius The Solemn, March 09, 2015, 09:51:29 PM

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There were no words to follow up with. At this point and like always, Tel'reoth would act in remorselessness. All that mattered now was the blade. He stood ground, tracking the movements of Gaius. Being threatened to be killed meant very little to him; not as much as life might have meant to his enemy. The shade observed the all too familiar bursts of energy emitting from his shining fingertips. If a cocky smirk could be made, which of these deviants would wear it? The golden God, or the ravished darkness?

The bolts of electricity came zapping towards Tel'reoth, though his hiding arm began to slide closer into view with a glance of his hand gripped, however there was no sight or evidence of what was being held behind his cloaked back. Little time now would be wasted. His arm arm finally whipped out forward, flinging a crude silver hand-axe at the angle that his arm could extend furthest out to. This gave the axe a wide throw, moving it in the long right direction towards the far bolt of energy which at this point must have reached the halfway point by now. The axe flew with a glisten of shimmering lights as if reflecting rays that peaked through the branches of the palm trees. It spiraled loudly with whirs of hate through the colt, dissipating the blast and continuing to Gaius.

That left three bolts for the dark mercenary to deal with. With the knowledge of Gaius' strategic style, this was to be expected; a conundrum. With an adversary like the one before Tel'reoth, surely sacrifice would indefinitely be made. A haze of smokey breath exhaled from the lower quadrant of Tel'reoths' hood, and as he did so, he remained still while the bolts of electricity collided and soaked into his clad body. The violent currents moved through his body with agony. A human being may have died by an attack so devastating. Tel'reoth as usual made no sound, and especially made no movement. In fact, the blow had him frozen solid. At last, the tyrant fell back. His body landed on the sandy ground with an aggressive thud and crash of metal. There he lie, exactly as he stood. Lifeless.

Bastus

Appalled by the sight set forth on the sandy beach, Hym continued his ramblings and hadn't even noticed the lumbering giant pull himself out of the tide. Only the subtle words spoken to Hym would break himself out of his trance, but it was too late. As the giant lightly cupped the gleaming skull, Hym cut himself off before he could let out another rant. Regret and despair began to swell within Hym as he began to realized that his own rage-fueled ignorance only blinded himself of the new danger ahead of him. Paralyzed, Hym examined his surroundings, but all that could be seen was callused skin of the giant's palm met with a rugged face staring contently at Hym. The palm of the giant seems to extend infinitely, leaving Hym with the idea that at any moment, with quick motion, could possibly be his last, which only terrified Hym even more. With his confidence diminished, all that Hym could muster for the giant was a very simple request.

"Please don't kill me..."


Ontas

     A sigh escaped from Yerm's lungs. Don't kill me.... Why does everyone say that? Silence struck as Yerm thought of a new way not to horrify his companion.

     Yerm didn't break his concentration on his friend's empty expression. He just stared into the darkness where eyes once used to be. Taking his free hand, Yerm gently stroked his beard as he took in the skull's appearance. Just then, a thought came to mind. A skull joke. Though saying it would probably piss off the already mad skeleton. Yerm had forgotten how long he stood in silence. Though it must of been a couple of minutes, good jokes don't come easy. The best thing to do is acknowledge the helpless head. Yerm stopped stroking his beard and stepped out of the water.

"Kill you? No. I'm just looking for directions." And then an actually thought came to mind. Could a legless skeleton know where anything is? How could he even get around? Yerm's efforts for information have been put to an end. Another sigh left Yerm as he came to realization that his new found friend is of no use. He was about to put the skull down, but then he came to another realization. He still hasn't done the skull joke.

A smile grew on his face as he looked into the skeleton's eyes.

"I got a good joke for ya." Yerm's smile grew even bigger in anticipation, "You know what they call a flying skeleton?"

Before he could even let the head speak, he got into a pitcher stance.

"AIR-" then proceed to lightly toss the screaming man. "BONE!"

One little toss sent the lunatic flying into the woods....
Yerm stared blankly as he listen to screams of the skull blast off into the distance.

"Riiiiiiiiiiight, I'm strong." He began to unsheathe his giant Zweihander,"Well, I gotta get him." He waltzed towards the outline of the trees, humming his way. Once there, Yerm readied himself, and with one hand on the hilt of his sword, he began to slice his way through the dense forest.

Gaius The Solemn

The destruction of one of his arrows quickly shifted Gaius' attention to the axe flying at him. Unable to move from his spot, Gaius braced for impact. A simple axe couldn't do anything to hurt him.

The silver axe hissed a terrible cry as it flew into his right side. Crunching of armor and bone proliferated his ears for only a moment. The pain he felt was a familiar one, nothing he hadn't dealt with before. He didn't want to take his eyes off that monster.

Gaius curled back his extended finger, reforming his fist of gold. The remaining three bolts had landed their mark. The robed maniac was on the ground, his muscles frozen by the intense shock. Wasting no time, he turned his attention to the axe which had embedded itself into his torso. He grabbed the handle of the wretched axe and began pulling it. With the removal of the axe, more of Gaius' black ichor surged from the wound.

It flowed down the right side of his breastplate, painting a black stripe on his golden person. The viscous fluid quickly hardened around the gash in his chest, leaving him to only deal with the axe in his hand. Gaius gave it a good look, it seemed to be nothing more than a silver axe, maybe it was blessed, he didn't know. It didn't seem like it had done anything though.

He threw the hatchet away into the forest behind him, if nothing more than to rid the battlefield of a weapon. Gaius turned his attention back to his opponent, who is frozen in place. He broke his feet free of the sand and began walking over to his defeated foe. He wanted to see what his pursuer looked like under that hood.

Gaius crouched down next to Tel'reoth, his curiosity peaked by his cloaked foe. He leaned over Tel'reoths cloaked head, trying to see into the void. He simultaneously reached to pull the hood off his head. He wanted to see what was underneath that void.

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