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"If you kill a man, you scorn his wife. If you kill his wife, you scorn her child. If you kill her child, you scorn his village. If you kill his village, you scorn the kingdom. If you kill the kingdom you scorn an empire. If you kill an empire, then who is left?"
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Sorry that took so long, I started watching the Alien movies.
Pundambayan law dictates quite a few things, but the benchmarks are about vigilant justice.
A: Always know your foe.
B: Only kill if its the only resort.
About the first one.
There was something unnatural about the way Fury spoke his name, a wavering. Was he- Was he hesitating? The elderly man's eyes narrowed to thin slits, looking into his foes eyes. "Fury eh? Angry name y'got there." And then he threw that blast of energy, a big slicing blast of blue death. Not enough time to sit around thinking about his opponent's name, introductions had been made and that's all that really matters.
As the blast closed the distance he smiled, bringing up his energy ring coated hands and leaning forward. Putting both hands out in front of him, and sliding his leg backwards. With a small and alarmingly fast shove Kanitah was sent flying forward into the blade. Kanitah blasted through the assault with both hands, like a bullet passing through a balloon, he tore through the blue energy and felt its heat scrape across his body. It shredded his shirt and the leather sack that contained his metal machine pack, leaving his upper body exposed to the air. The engine itself hung on by two pairs of metal straps that were fastened to his shoulders and under his ribs.
The blast of blue energy split in two around him, Kanitah burst through and landed on his hands and knees after breaking through. That hurt a lot more than he had hoped it would. There were only about five feet between the two now, that blast had taken out almost all of the speed from his jump. It carried force and heat, and that was worrysome.
Kanitah slapped the ground and rose to his feet, raising his hands up again. "You're gonna have to hit with a lot more force than that to break me, Fury. I don't know what you think I am, but I'm not at all what you are. I'm from the Pundambaya system, where I come from, you'd be considered scrawny." To emphasize this point, without his shirt on he tensed up the muscles in his chest and shoulders, showing their remarkable tone despite his age.
A: Always know your foe.
B: Only kill if its the only resort.
About the first one.
There was something unnatural about the way Fury spoke his name, a wavering. Was he- Was he hesitating? The elderly man's eyes narrowed to thin slits, looking into his foes eyes. "Fury eh? Angry name y'got there." And then he threw that blast of energy, a big slicing blast of blue death. Not enough time to sit around thinking about his opponent's name, introductions had been made and that's all that really matters.
As the blast closed the distance he smiled, bringing up his energy ring coated hands and leaning forward. Putting both hands out in front of him, and sliding his leg backwards. With a small and alarmingly fast shove Kanitah was sent flying forward into the blade. Kanitah blasted through the assault with both hands, like a bullet passing through a balloon, he tore through the blue energy and felt its heat scrape across his body. It shredded his shirt and the leather sack that contained his metal machine pack, leaving his upper body exposed to the air. The engine itself hung on by two pairs of metal straps that were fastened to his shoulders and under his ribs.
The blast of blue energy split in two around him, Kanitah burst through and landed on his hands and knees after breaking through. That hurt a lot more than he had hoped it would. There were only about five feet between the two now, that blast had taken out almost all of the speed from his jump. It carried force and heat, and that was worrysome.
Kanitah slapped the ground and rose to his feet, raising his hands up again. "You're gonna have to hit with a lot more force than that to break me, Fury. I don't know what you think I am, but I'm not at all what you are. I'm from the Pundambaya system, where I come from, you'd be considered scrawny." To emphasize this point, without his shirt on he tensed up the muscles in his chest and shoulders, showing their remarkable tone despite his age.
I'll have a post up in a little bit, just got back from Waffle House, I was shooting the shit with my brother.
Unrelated.
Totally.
About the posting to kill thing, and whether or not it was justified. Et cetera.
You're both close and far.
There we go, my post in necropoli is up, but now I'm going to go bake some chicken.
In the short moments of confusion after the witch's demise, Erde decided to not question the strange fate. It was not the first being that had self destructed in recent history, perhaps this area of the vastness of space was mental poison to organics and machines. Not that it mattered, the titan's deed was done, and time would repair what had been done by machines of war. This titan's job was finally back on track, even though there was a looming and strange statue that had appeared from nowhere.
Erde Mensche began a slow walk towards the flattened city, there was little left behind to hint that it was ever a city. Unfortunate, their lives were taken so quickly. Organics are the most fragile. Laying on the ground, melted and broken was the remains of the towers that the had been migrating upwards passively. Odd how this day had started with company, and ended with two explosions. Pausing for a moment he looked upwards, trying to see past the immense cloud cover. "Is it day? Or is it night?"
Right. "That's what I was trying to figure out before this madness happened." For a moment he was forgetting himself, he groaned. The loss of his mask was messing with his head, he needed to make a new one. Even his plants were gone, he'd have to find some kind of moss that grew here. Replant his body with them. Start over again, with a bit of normalcy at least.
With his hands he lowered to the ground and placed them on the surface, this was unnecessary but it felt natural to him. The ground below revealed all to him, the different ores and raw metal inside of it told him of their presence. Almost as though they spoke to him. Copper and tin sang out with two different bells, a deep gong and a soft chiming, that was the call that he remembered too well. With one swift motion he ripped two pillars of earth upwards, sizeable veins of the two metals covered in rock and dirt.
The spires branched out, like trees of metal and earth, touching the winding limbs against eachother. Like putty in the hands of a youth they mashed together, compressing and convulsing until at an even mixture. It was bronze, grown from the ground, rather than forged in a furnace. Only a disc of it was made, and that's what he needed at first. Donning it to his head it clamped to his visage, folding around his head and forming into the mask of sorrow that he wore at all times.
Suddenly he felt so much better, the furious burning that had been at the back of his core this entire time finally cooled down to a light tingle. It was a comforting thing, for some reason this mask made his life easier, removing the anger from him by reminding him of something he doesn't even know. A deeply hidden psychological secret to him.
And now there's the skeleton, this was less psychological and more tactical. A hard core makes the sword stronger and the weapon deadlier. The two pillars smashed together, mashing like the disc that made his mask had. Except in a much faster way, this was much less ceremonious to him than the mask. It contorted and stretched out, spitting out the six ribbed and no toed skeleton that he wears underneath his rocky hide.
With no further need for the metal, he pushed it back down into the ground with a thought. The skeleton walked around him, more sliding than actually walking. It pressed itself to Erde's back and diffused into him, pushing out the excess dirt and stone that he had been using as a skeleton up to this point.
"Normal again." Were the last words that he muttered, turning his attention to the fallen pillars from before. Erde remembered, the previous task was to let rays of sunshine down on the planet. Clear up some of the drabby overcast cloud cover.
His focus grew on a large line of earth in front of him, in a straight line for the full radius of two miles he pulled his hands backwards, taking a step away as well. A great collumn of earth and stone began to rise upwards into the sky, looking as though it were slowly rising , however it was rising at around 80 mph. It would reach its full height within a minute or so, it would cleave a clean hole in the cloud cover, and then Erde could get to work on what he was going to do next.
Erde Mensche began a slow walk towards the flattened city, there was little left behind to hint that it was ever a city. Unfortunate, their lives were taken so quickly. Organics are the most fragile. Laying on the ground, melted and broken was the remains of the towers that the had been migrating upwards passively. Odd how this day had started with company, and ended with two explosions. Pausing for a moment he looked upwards, trying to see past the immense cloud cover. "Is it day? Or is it night?"
Right. "That's what I was trying to figure out before this madness happened." For a moment he was forgetting himself, he groaned. The loss of his mask was messing with his head, he needed to make a new one. Even his plants were gone, he'd have to find some kind of moss that grew here. Replant his body with them. Start over again, with a bit of normalcy at least.
With his hands he lowered to the ground and placed them on the surface, this was unnecessary but it felt natural to him. The ground below revealed all to him, the different ores and raw metal inside of it told him of their presence. Almost as though they spoke to him. Copper and tin sang out with two different bells, a deep gong and a soft chiming, that was the call that he remembered too well. With one swift motion he ripped two pillars of earth upwards, sizeable veins of the two metals covered in rock and dirt.
The spires branched out, like trees of metal and earth, touching the winding limbs against eachother. Like putty in the hands of a youth they mashed together, compressing and convulsing until at an even mixture. It was bronze, grown from the ground, rather than forged in a furnace. Only a disc of it was made, and that's what he needed at first. Donning it to his head it clamped to his visage, folding around his head and forming into the mask of sorrow that he wore at all times.
Suddenly he felt so much better, the furious burning that had been at the back of his core this entire time finally cooled down to a light tingle. It was a comforting thing, for some reason this mask made his life easier, removing the anger from him by reminding him of something he doesn't even know. A deeply hidden psychological secret to him.
And now there's the skeleton, this was less psychological and more tactical. A hard core makes the sword stronger and the weapon deadlier. The two pillars smashed together, mashing like the disc that made his mask had. Except in a much faster way, this was much less ceremonious to him than the mask. It contorted and stretched out, spitting out the six ribbed and no toed skeleton that he wears underneath his rocky hide.
With no further need for the metal, he pushed it back down into the ground with a thought. The skeleton walked around him, more sliding than actually walking. It pressed itself to Erde's back and diffused into him, pushing out the excess dirt and stone that he had been using as a skeleton up to this point.
"Normal again." Were the last words that he muttered, turning his attention to the fallen pillars from before. Erde remembered, the previous task was to let rays of sunshine down on the planet. Clear up some of the drabby overcast cloud cover.
His focus grew on a large line of earth in front of him, in a straight line for the full radius of two miles he pulled his hands backwards, taking a step away as well. A great collumn of earth and stone began to rise upwards into the sky, looking as though it were slowly rising , however it was rising at around 80 mph. It would reach its full height within a minute or so, it would cleave a clean hole in the cloud cover, and then Erde could get to work on what he was going to do next.
Because I dropped Sukoh, and love subtle hints.
In a week or so, you'll find out who this theme song belongs to.
Now, if you want to fight Erde. I'll be willing to do it.
But forewarning.
The exact same thing is going to happen, except over the course of about seven posts.
But forewarning.
The exact same thing is going to happen, except over the course of about seven posts.
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