Thanks, Tennie.
...probably not the best idea in this outfit/alias, BA. They'd probably come out closer to Elton John glasses than proper TTGL. ^^
That's very much the feel I was going for here, Rob. Mal on Unification Day, with a touch of Fallout: New Vegas, and a dash of SoCal.
Incidentally, 'valle' doesn't just look like 'valley'- it's the Spanish equivalent. Valle del Sol- Valley of the Sun, or Sunny Valley. You know what other word means 'valley'? Dale. No vampires, though- at least, not supernatural, blood-drinking vampires. A few lawyers (and some criminals) live there- you know, your everyday human type of vampire. ^^
Bah. Nobody uses guns here- mass weapons, don't'cha know? Still, interesting song. I'm going to have to give them a look.
...and now I need to fire up Les Mis again. Curses.
**********
Of course, it was fairly obvious who they were. Rail-thin woman wielding a sickle Device? Check. Massive brute of a man, carrying a hammer as big as his partner? Check. Matching black suits and red shirts? Double check. Looks like my targets came to me....and here I thought they'd be downtown.
The thin woman scoffed. "We do not care who you are. You enter our town, you attack our men..." She lifted her sickle, and pointed it at me. "...you are dead man. ZIL! Smash!"
ZIL the Hammer, all geez-that's-a-lot of him, lumbered forward, pulling the giant hammer off his back. "RARRRRRGGH!" Not the smartest villain in the ol' narrative, are you? How stereotypical of you.
The hammer came down, smashing into the street hard enough to rattle windows two streets over. ZIL smirked, chuckling at my shock, and lumbered past his giant hammer, idly snagging the handle with one hand. Against all of my expectations, the hammer actually turned as he walked- no mean trick, since he'd embedded it six inches into the ground. Once he had it turned all the way around, ZIL simply gave it a yank, and it came loose as though it'd never been stuck.
...how is that possible?! I could hear that thing grinding rock when it moved, and he just DRAGGED IT AROUND? How can a normal human have that kind of strength?ZIL hefted the hammer, still one-handed, then turned, put his other hand on the handle, and-
-FAST!-
-took a horizontal swing at me, far quicker than his overhead smash had led me to expect. Almost fast enough, too- I just managed to dodge it by the thinnest of margins.
Far too strong- can't stop with grav- maybe slow hammer? Start there. Twelve magic missiles went flying, just as ZIL finished his follow-through; naturally, he brought his hammer up to block. The seven that would've hit him hit it instead, splashing against its bulk. An instant later, the hammer nearly slipped from his hands.
In that moment of surprise, I ran straight at ZIL, one Malleus extended into second form, and invoked a new spell of mine.
"FECHTERARME"
Both Mallei were wrapped in clouds of mana, which then solidified into different shapes. The Mal on my left arm now bore a Fencer's Shield, like the one I'd used on my last mission, while the one on my right gained the 'Fencer's Blade'- a cloud of mana, sparking and spitting with combative intent.
Before the Shield had finished forming, I was already raising it to turn aside a punch from ZIL. At the same time, I pulled my other arm back, and delivered a solid punch to his gut with the tip of the Blade. There was a bright flash of light as the Blade got close enough to ZIL to complete a circuit, followed by a loud, electric crack as all the built-up energy discharged itself into him.
My first sign that something was wrong was that ZIL was still standing. That much voltage should've been enough to lay out any human! How is he... wait. Magic.
...I should've known.
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.
...probably not the best idea in this outfit/alias, BA. They'd probably come out closer to Elton John glasses than proper TTGL. ^^
That's very much the feel I was going for here, Rob. Mal on Unification Day, with a touch of Fallout: New Vegas, and a dash of SoCal.
Incidentally, 'valle' doesn't just look like 'valley'- it's the Spanish equivalent. Valle del Sol- Valley of the Sun, or Sunny Valley. You know what other word means 'valley'? Dale. No vampires, though- at least, not supernatural, blood-drinking vampires. A few lawyers (and some criminals) live there- you know, your everyday human type of vampire. ^^
Bah. Nobody uses guns here- mass weapons, don't'cha know? Still, interesting song. I'm going to have to give them a look.
...and now I need to fire up Les Mis again. Curses.
**********
Of course, it was fairly obvious who they were. Rail-thin woman wielding a sickle Device? Check. Massive brute of a man, carrying a hammer as big as his partner? Check. Matching black suits and red shirts? Double check. Looks like my targets came to me....and here I thought they'd be downtown.
The thin woman scoffed. "We do not care who you are. You enter our town, you attack our men..." She lifted her sickle, and pointed it at me. "...you are dead man. ZIL! Smash!"
ZIL the Hammer, all geez-that's-a-lot of him, lumbered forward, pulling the giant hammer off his back. "RARRRRRGGH!" Not the smartest villain in the ol' narrative, are you? How stereotypical of you.
The hammer came down, smashing into the street hard enough to rattle windows two streets over. ZIL smirked, chuckling at my shock, and lumbered past his giant hammer, idly snagging the handle with one hand. Against all of my expectations, the hammer actually turned as he walked- no mean trick, since he'd embedded it six inches into the ground. Once he had it turned all the way around, ZIL simply gave it a yank, and it came loose as though it'd never been stuck.
...how is that possible?! I could hear that thing grinding rock when it moved, and he just DRAGGED IT AROUND? How can a normal human have that kind of strength?ZIL hefted the hammer, still one-handed, then turned, put his other hand on the handle, and-
-FAST!-
-took a horizontal swing at me, far quicker than his overhead smash had led me to expect. Almost fast enough, too- I just managed to dodge it by the thinnest of margins.
Far too strong- can't stop with grav- maybe slow hammer? Start there. Twelve magic missiles went flying, just as ZIL finished his follow-through; naturally, he brought his hammer up to block. The seven that would've hit him hit it instead, splashing against its bulk. An instant later, the hammer nearly slipped from his hands.
In that moment of surprise, I ran straight at ZIL, one Malleus extended into second form, and invoked a new spell of mine.
"FECHTERARME"
Both Mallei were wrapped in clouds of mana, which then solidified into different shapes. The Mal on my left arm now bore a Fencer's Shield, like the one I'd used on my last mission, while the one on my right gained the 'Fencer's Blade'- a cloud of mana, sparking and spitting with combative intent.
Before the Shield had finished forming, I was already raising it to turn aside a punch from ZIL. At the same time, I pulled my other arm back, and delivered a solid punch to his gut with the tip of the Blade. There was a bright flash of light as the Blade got close enough to ZIL to complete a circuit, followed by a loud, electric crack as all the built-up energy discharged itself into him.
My first sign that something was wrong was that ZIL was still standing. That much voltage should've been enough to lay out any human! How is he... wait. Magic.
...I should've known.
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.