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Black Mountain Tournament: Sigurd vs Gigue

@MelonHead

The burden of the mountain is truly dire...

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@Rilla

I'm at four ranked wins now. You know, for when you aren't busy and stuff.

Running and Gunning - Higan Vs. The Magna Pater

@MelonHead

Silence, once again. Silence, and no sign of the monster. Well, that left just one place it could be. Had it been squashed like a bug? Perhaps it was now stuck to the back of the m-

*CRUNCH!*

Unless Higan had an answer to what was going on, something heavy would crash down on top of the mech. On top of the precious optical sensory unit. Everything would go black. From within a powerful war machine, a weapon of mass destruction in and of itself, no doubt one is greatly distanced from the outside world. Not just by a physical barrier, but a mental one. No wise warrior considers himself invincible, but over time a certain confidence develops. Down in the deeps, hundreds of feet below ground, a man who once fancied his armor a comfort could soon find it more comparable to a prison. Confidence could be a fragile thing. This was no-man's land, far beyond the barrens, past the meadows, and below the hills. No living thing that had ever ventured here had lived. Without the aid of his primary sense, Higan would no longer be able to ignore that the only thing between him and absolute darkness, between him and the worst fate that could befall a sentient being, was a layer of metal. Something on the other side probably had one of its long, wavy ears pressed against the hull, listening carefully for the smallest noise...

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The Magna Pater recognized what the little thing on top of the mech was. It was a tiny window. Things looked out of windows. It knew that it was the god of the sightless. If it could take away the metal things sight, then the metal thing would belong to it. With its right claw, it would have scooped up a large rock from the cave floor as it pushed off to mount the machine's leg. As slick as grease, it'd have darted from one leg to the other as the mech launched itself into the wall, scurrying up the outside of the left leg and just out of sight. Not fast enough to avoid having its favorite appendage severely damaged. The end of its tail was smashed like a pancake by the right leg, and the upper-middle was left torn badly by the other leg. It wouldn't be able to move as fast or as deftly as normal until the next time it ate. If the battle came down to a chase again, without having the means to regenerate there would be virtually no chance of the monster getting away again. It didn't need the full use of its once-proud tail to finish the task it had set for itself, however. It could move along the metal as easily as it could the walls of its lair, perhaps even more so. Its secretions were sticky enough to let it cling to the ceiling by the tip of its tail, yet at will it could become as slippery as an oiled up bar of soap. By secreting first a layer of the adhesive mucous and then sliding along via the wet mucous, it could easily traverse even the smoothest of surfaces with ease.

The Magna Pater would snake up the mech's back as it came off the wall, but not for long. It only needed a moment. The rock weighed more than twenty pounds, a solid chunk of basalt. With this blow the Magna Pater swung with all its literally monstrous strength, mouth agape at nearly ninety degrees, a noiseless scream of inhuman fury. If the attack were not enough to smash apart the optics, the Magna Pater would then try to grasp the likely damaged protrusion with its freshly freed right paw (the rock having been obliterated either way) and wrench it right off with a brutal jerk. It remained wary of the guns and the possibility of another wall smash during this onslaught. It felt that perhaps, the metal thing was also aware of this weakness and might be ready to try and defend it. Not that the creature wouldn't just reposition itself and try again immediately, should a problem arise. After having given blinding its enemy the good old college try, it would be quick to slither back out of the way in case another counter was coming. It would move to the metal thing's right flank, below the arm and still out of sight just in case the optics still worked. It wanted to be sure that its enemy had been deprived of vision before freely sneaking about. It would press its left ear against the hull, trying to hear what was inside. It had begun to suspect that a two-legger was inside. After all, usually when there was a window, there was also something soft looking out from the other side.

Running and Gunning - Higan Vs. The Magna Pater

@MelonHead

As the Magna Pater had swung to its left, the tail would be curled around in the inside of the mech's right leg. That meant that it could still easily jerk itself between the legs of its opponent, shoving off with its mighty arms to reach its destination before the machine gun could fully swing around or the rifle could fire. It would not curl its tail fully around the leg, to prevent the mech from pinning the end against the wall. It knew that any moron would have the sense to fire at its tail, so it utilised all of its speed to get where it wanted to go in time. As for what happened next, that would determine the fate of worlds.

Black Mountain Tournament: Sigurd vs Gigue

Soooo.... *Waits*

Running and Gunning - Higan Vs. The Magna Pater

@MelonHead

That was literally a shot in the dark, and I was a bit drunk last night, so I just forgot all about that part! I'll go edit that, and also will detail further how it used its tail, since I had been pretty vague about that. Just for the record though, the rifle hadn't been fired directly at it. It only had "potential to graze his immobile form".

Running and Gunning - Higan Vs. The Magna Pater

Hey, if that's hiw you wanna see it! Anyways, my shitty phone likes to change Pater to Later.

Running and Gunning - Higan Vs. The Magna Pater

@MelonHead

Blind luck is a fair element of combat, like it or not, for intent matched with results is not something to be discarded. The rifle round nearly hit its target, opening a small furrow where its left ass cheek would be if it had ass cheeks. It could feel the heat from the speed of the slug warming its body. This metal thing was more clever than the Magna Pater had expected. But then, the monster itself was no slouch either. Perhaps a normal enemy might have hidden out for as long as possible before taking action. Such a thing was a fool's errand though, for that only meant the gunfire would be closer and the chances of initiating a surprise attack were slim to none. The monster knew much. It knew there was a strong chance that the last thing its foe expected was for it to burst out right as he opened fire, and that near miss had convinced it that remaining where it was for any longer would not prove beneficial. It moved like cats and shadows, like a crooked, oil slicked arrow. Perhaps the metal thing could move and think fast, but the Magna Pater had been observing its aim and reaction speed. It was superior to the rare, formidable two-leggers that sometimes had enough confidence to try and face it head on, though they always reeked of piss in the end. But not that superior.

It knew its own mind was sharper, and its lean, powerful muscles were knit well to its wicked brain. Even if the metal thing could perceive the sudden burst of life on the radar, aiming at the Magna Later and actually hitting it were two different obstacles. The lithe beast could slip through attacks like how a mosquito in a dim room slips through grasping fingers. It knew that the metal thing might try to scoot away for a few extra seconds of time. Such a thing would scarcely work, as once the creature had got in range it would twist its body sharply to its left, plowing up a wave of bones while it was still in motion, its tail acting as a living bullwhip which would blur out to curl on the mech's right ankle the moment it was in range. In this way the monster could swiftly haul itself into its enemy's undercarriage before a chance to flee or get an accurate shot in presented itself.

Running and Gunning - Higan Vs. The Magna Pater

@MelonHead

Nothing happened. Hogan's voice reverberated off the walls and throughout the massive chamber, fracturing into a hundred intermingling imitations that would take nearly a minute to die out. The acoustics were amazing. But after that there would be nothing but heavy silence.

At least, silence to Higen. The Magna Later could hear everything. The stone groaning with age, the bones slowly turning to dust, perhaps even a faint heartbeat somewhere within the metal thing. It knew what it wanted to do. Wait until the metal thing moved further in, and then oh-so skillfully and quietly slip its long tail out and use the tip to deftly flick a skull past the metal thing's hindquarters. The clatter on the other side would draw attention, perhaps but for a fraction of a second, but that was all the monster needed... The brutal silence could make one jumpy...

Running and Gunning - Higan Vs. The Magna Pater

@MelonHead

Four yards was not how far it was from the doorway but the fire.