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Running and Gunning - Higan Vs. The Magna Pater

@MelonHead

Either way its hundreds of feet below ground, but yeah that's fine. I'll try and get the beastie down there in the next post.

Running and Gunning - Higan Vs. The Magna Pater

@MelonHead

Perhaps a heat round can get through solid rock, but whether or not it can reach all the way to the Magna Pater's bed chambers depends on how much.



And that's after a half-hour trek down through the caves before Ruby even reaches the crevice, not mentioning the initial tunnel. It really doesn't matter in this battle though, because I think we can agree that one way or another Higan should be able to get down there. If it can't do it, then just science up the power of that warhead.

Running and Gunning - Higan Vs. The Magna Pater

@MelonHead

Ahead was the small, rocky hill behind which lay the beast's lair. It wasn't going to go over the hill though, but around it. Just a couple hundred feet of difference, enough so that there would be more than a few good-sized trees in the mech's way before they got there. Every little bit counts. The monster, sensing that its pursuer had put on a massive burst of speed, went into full throttle itself. It could ignore the pain of its body until it was safe, for now all that mattered was the cold sanctuary of its skeletal throne. Sixty-six miles per hour, not too shabby in comparison to the peak seventy-five of a healthy cheetah in its prime. At least, when it could avoid the bullets, which slowed it considerably. The mech was gaining steadily. Still, the forest ahead and the bend of the hill would make up for lost distance. Each bullet was getting harder and harder to avoid though. It was getting clipped left and right. An ear gone in the blink of an eye.
There goes a patch of skin. A rock dug up from a round smashing into the ground ahead thwacked it on the forehead. By the time it arrived, if it arrived, it would be in as bad a shape as it had been eight-hundred years ago during the death match it had against that ludicrous, teleporting elf.

Blowing up the entrance would not work, the tunnels were narrow and went deep. The rock that surrounded them was dense with age.

The Black Mountain Tournament: Trixi Vs. Gonad

@Fallenreaper

Gonad was a grappler first and a striker second. He rarely pulled back his punches, instead often opting to use the opportunity to manipulate an opponent. Now he had one such an opportunity. He saw through the feint and stepped forwards on his left foot as Trixi kicked. His hand was at her face, she was on one leg. A good shove would be all the was needed to send her down on her back, her kick going high and probably thumping pointlessly against the vast man's bicep or shoulder. A Muay Thai kick to the calf can badly bruise, but that is if the opponent has the proper footing. If she were pushed off balance, the "oomph" would be taken right out of her attack.

Running and Gunning - Higan Vs. The Magna Pater

@MelonHead

Let's have Higan catch up to it in its bed chamber for a final, climactic real fight. This chase thing is silly.

Running and Gunning - Higan Vs. The Magna Pater

@MelonHead

The monster followed the five D's of dodgeball. It dodged, ducked, dipped, dived, and... Dodged. Yet, it was no easy feat. It was not used to being in full retreat, and it despised that fact. Forget revenge upon just the metal thing. After it was done here it would travel again to the dimension of its enemy, to turn the world into a chaotic hive of monsters engaged in a never ending chain of autocannibalism. As formidable as such a place was, surely it could not hope to stand against a hundred billion or more brood. The literal translation of its name was not the "Great Father" for nothing. It needed only a safe place to hide and breed for a few years, perhaps in this very land or in another, in some remote pocket of the dark side of the universe. It was fond of this feeding ground, where the little ones practically walked right into its mouth, but that could not compare to the notion of an entire planet populated with these virtually unstoppable metal things. Such a threat to its existence could not be allowed. It bit off another of its long wing fingers after narrowly slipping past a bullet, and picked up speed to accommodate for the time it lost avoiding the gunfire.

In just another minute, it would be home. It knew that even the modern bombs with which the two-legs gleefully killed themselves were incapable of collapsing its cavern. The entrance could be conceivably blocked, but it trusted that the metal thing would be slow to find the other exits. If more metal things came and began tearing the place up, the rest of the world would notice. Policies and politics. It would take ages for a mutual understanding to be met, and by then...

Whether or not the monster had a good chance to escape, the survival of two planets now depended on its demise.

Running and Gunning - Higan Vs. The Magna Pater

@MelonHead

The monster seemed to know where each bullet was going to be. Its echolocation warned it at only half the speed of sound. Its frequency had to hit an object and travel back. So powerful was the creatures hearing, however, it could feel the faint traces of a change in air pressure whenever something faster than its echolocation was released. If you climb into a bath, the water rises. If a bullet enters the air at high speed, however small, there is a shift, one that the monster could detect almost instantly. This sense perhaps bordered on the supernatural, so keen it was, and the monster knew that it had at least a second to avoid any projectile coming its way. At a closer range it wouldn't be able to react in time, but at this distance it was safe. It noted how the metal thing did not have a perfect idea of where it was going to move. Perhaps...

For the second time that day, the monster made a mistake. It had taken a bite out of its own wounded gut to regenerate enough to stop the bleeding, but no mucous could glaze over the deformed scar tissue. The mucous helped it to slither over rough objects. A pointy rock caught its damaged underside as it scurried along and tore the wound afresh, just as a lucky bullet came whizzing right at it. Silently the beast ducked, the round passing so close the monster could feel the heat of it on the tips of its ears. It stopped to chew off one of the bony protrusions on its right arm which normally framed and flexed the membrane. Another bullet right for it. It threw itself to the left before charging on. To an observer, the creature would have still seemed calm. It was noiseless and punctual. On the inside, though, its hatred seethed like worms of fire. The metal thing had intruded recklessly into its forest, was tearing down its trees, attacking so freely and with impunity. Never before had the Magna Pater felt such loathing. It no longer felt the urge to kill for merely food or sport.

Beneath the tar and pitch folds of its brain, nightmares dinned like a million black bats. If it ever caught the metal thing with its pants down, so to speak, it would show it that down in the dim recesses of the Earth, there were many things too terrible for the imagination to conjur.

It was halfway to its lair, but hadn't managed to gain more distance on the enemy, having lost what little space it had earned. The mech was still three-quarters of a mile behind. A cold sun had risen up, but its light did not penetrate the foliage.

The Black Mountain Tournament: Trixi Vs. Gonad

@Fallenreaper

Gonad's hands had since fallen to his sides. As Trixi moved in for her attack, his left fist rose up before his chin. He'd have expectedly assumed a fighting pose, albiet just a half boxing stance with his legs not even spread to accommodate full punching power. A brief premonition might hit Trixi at that moment, and if it did it could very well save her from a quick loss. It would have a similar feel to the tunnel vision illusions and skilled feints that Gonad could inflict.

*A snapshot of his left fist extended across her defenseless face like a shadow cast from a lurid green twilit sun, having crossed over her right arm which was in mid-strike.*

In boxing, if you are lucky, you may bear witness to a certain kind of punch. One that barely grazes the chin pad, yet seems infused with an electric vibe of pure knockout power. A body slumps in a heap, having never known what hit them. Gonad did not need luck nor circumstance nor even a proper set up to throw one such a strike as would be studied for years by experts as a reference point to the illusive concept of a "perfect punch". Trixi would be allowed a time frame in which to stop and rethink her action. It seemed though that he was as much a teacher as a warrior, for surely the subconscious warning had been on purpose. Gonad was enjoying the courage of this one.

The Black Mountain Tournament: Trixi Vs. Gonad

@Fallenreaper

Gonad could not resist a challenge. It was simply his nature.

"HRAH! Accept mighty task of Fancy Girl does Gonad! Silly anyways it be, to kill for sport. Come, much merriment will we have with spar!"

Gonad straightened up and waited for Trixi to get ready.

Running and Gunning - Higan Vs. The Magna Pater

@MelonHead

I'm actually having fun with this match, despite the advantage ball being so precariously balanced on the edge of Jay Leno's chin with the fires of O.O.C burning below. Probably because its playing out like a decent plot does, and I can picture everything happening so nicely. Avatar meets Alien meets Blair Witch Project.