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Running and Gunning - Higan Vs. The Magna Pater

@Drifting Pollen
If he knew what was going on, do you think Higan would end up being taken off guard at any point in the distant future, as is Slimy's default style? Look at how things played out when meta info was available, and look at the way Higan is running in circles without it. It's like the difference between night and day.

You can if you want to, but I think we both know that it would result in a deus ex machina for Higan.
Regardless, I'm fine with it. I've stopped putting much effort into the battle at this point, so if you think it's time to bring things to an end, even an end I don't like, I'll roll with it. In my mind, this stopped being a real roleplay a good while ago.

@MelonHead
And the fight wasn't boring before? Every other action was punctuated by an entire argument over the smallest, most obvious details. Wore my skin thin awful fast, an impressive psychological technique I must admit. Once or twice when there was a flow, it was enjoyable. On the whole though, this whole fight has been like pulling teeth.

Black Mountain Tournament: Sigurd vs Gigue

@MelonHead@Vordak

This is like an extra detailed version of the Guzman Vs. Gonad match.

Running and Gunning - Higan Vs. The Magna Pater

@MelonHead

In Slimy's profile, it says it "makes no noise" in the behavior section.

Running and Gunning - Higan Vs. The Magna Pater

@MelonHead

Though Higan's hearing was good, he'd not likely hear the Magna Pater if it didn't want him to. It could hide better than a field mouse in a haystack, and move with the silence of a body long dead. Still, nothing stirred that would catch Hogan's notice. In scary movies, the monster always waited out of sight for the perfect opportunity, for the perfect chance to kill off an unsuspecting character. The same held true for Slimy. Perhaps Higan was made of tougher stuff than the average teen blonde, but even he had to rest his guard some time.

Therein lay the true power of the elder horror. It had all the time in the world, and the longer it waited, the shorter Higan's life span became. It was as if it were growing in size, gaining weight, gaining power. There were many ways for it to use its abilities, and being as wise as it was, why would it limit itself to a simple and fair fight? A shadow of death was looming over the mech pilot, and he did not even know it.

Running and Gunning - Higan Vs. The Magna Pater

@LeeRoy

There is no such thing as an improper bear, plebian apesucker!

Running and Gunning - Higan Vs. The Magna Pater

@LeeRoy

Hey, if you got something against bears then I'll save Teddy for later.

Running and Gunning - Higan Vs. The Magna Pater

@Drifting Pollen

That's right. I'm using the Magna Pater's hide and seek style as an excuse to kick back and drink whiskey.

Like Mohammed Ali and his butterfly junk.

Running and Gunning - Higan Vs. The Magna Pater

@LeeRoy

Crap changed. A bear appeared.

Running and Gunning - Higan Vs. The Magna Pater

@MelonHead

No traps so far...

But then again, one had to wonder what would happen were Higan to feel the need for a drink or a potty.

Nergal summons the Magna Pater!

@Enki

The Magna Pater's wing exploded and the shock fractured its left arm. However, it had a reckless side too. In the wild, hesitation meant death. A cornered tiger does not cower.

Instead of using its tail to stay balanced and be struck by the sword swing, the monster allowed itself to be knocked to its side. Due to the sheer toughness of the wing though, most of the necrotic drops would fly in the opposite direction. Those that did reach the monster's body would be stuck in the mucous coating its flesh, not even getting a chance to reach home base. As Nergal slashed, the monster's tail cut through the air like a whip set to catch the outstretched arm and stop it before impact, coiling around it tight enough to make the limb go numb in a matter of seconds if it were caught. Not that there would be many seconds left.

If the creature succeeded in trapping Nergal, it would then try to jerk him forwards off his feet, hauling him down into close range on the floor where he'd not only be at the mercy of the slime, but also the elder horror's favorite weapon. It didn't need its left arm for a ground scuffle, or even the right. All it needed were its teeth. Rancid carrion fumes hissed from its great and terrible mouth, flabby lips pulling back over thick, trembling molars.

Its eyes rolled into its skull like those of a shark as an otherworldly radiance flared up within its eye sockets, two stars of ghostly cerulean whose coming would be heralded by an immense and palpable air of dread.