Atton Rand (
stuck_mynock) wrote2009-09-19 10:21 pm
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[OOM] Kazic III.
Jaq is sat upon a clifftop, staring outwards into the distance.
There was someone in the trees earlier, watching from afar, but he's gone now. Jaq doesn't suspect he'll come back soon.
There was someone in the trees earlier, watching from afar, but he's gone now. Jaq doesn't suspect he'll come back soon.
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Guppy sets off in the right direction, at speed.
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There are about six in total. They all have blood on their faces.
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"Guys, I don't think they're here for a warm send-off."
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Planting it into the snow, he keeps shooting.
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It's not for a good reason - his bottom half explodes as a mass of whiteish tentacles writhe their way out to provide a new, and seemingly faster, form of locomotion. They start to wind their way out of his mouth and eyes, too.
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Guppy comes forward with his sword, slashing at the tentacles of the nearest one.
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This must be destructible!
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But the tentacles cause her expression to quickly be grim. Crap, of course. She waded in, slashing, hacking, and stabbing as quick as she could.
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Nearby, several of the other men start suffering similar deformities: One opens his mouth inhumanly wide to let a cluster of arms start sliding outwards, while another one bends his head back into his neck to replace it with a long, thrashing tentacle.
So that's all good.
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"Oh man, this is like that dreadful Disney thing with the brooms. Except more gross."
He stops talking to concentrate for a moment. Hands. What's the weakness in hands? Too short notice to give them all repetitive strain injury. Paralysis might work.
Rather than amputation, he starts aiming his slashes for where the brachial plexus, the nerve bundle in a human shoulder, would be on these arms. For the ones that are just hands, he aims a short slash at the wrist, hoping to either sever nerves or get the creatures to bleed out.
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