Red
Squirrel Sycophantic
Liar
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And my vote goes to...
Out of Character: Saint, as I've
said in ICQ, that's fucking GOLD!
- Back into
Character -
As Stallkid was
soaring above the treetops, he noticed many things which he
wouldn't have regularily. There were many more demons upon the
island than he had originally thought, as well as competitors,
some travelling in groups, others preferring to go solo. Just
narrowly had he escaped the whizzing arrow of an expert
marksman. Stallkid wondered where Ryudo had gotten off to...
there was more about that man than he had thought. He had not
encountered any battles... until now. A flash and bang,
followed by the acidic smell of burning flesh rising to meet
his nostrils. Not an ordinary burn... it was the scalding
odour of magic.
Stallkid dropped altitude as quickly
as he could without being noticed. He landed upon a branch,
trying to be as stealthy as possible, watching the humans
fight. It was always humans fighting. But it had been like
that since the dawn of time, Stallkid thought, and nothing he
could do would change the nature of mankind.
From what
Stallkid could gather, it was one versus the rest. He couldn't
quite make the race of the one out, though. It was rather
tall, with striking white hair. Five other men were closing in
on it, smiling maliciously as four drew their swords. The
other man was different. "[i}This must be the magician.[/i]"
Thought Stallkid. "I'll have to show them a lesson."
The white haired one had backed itself against a tree,
and was frightened. It had been injured, and was clutching
it's left arm.
"Heh... heh..." Said one of the men.
"This is gonna be sweet." With that he charged. Something went
off in Stallkid's head. "NO!" He thought. "This is
wrong."
As the man raised his sword to
strike, Stallkid dropped, charging a ball of energy within his
hand. He hit the man just below the shoulders, falling him
instantly. He sprinted towards another and released the ball
of energy upon him. The crackling sphere ripped through the
man’s torso, spreading his insides around the clearing.
As Stallkid charged another burning sphere in his
hands, another charged at him, a gigantic halberd raised above
his head. He jumped at Stallkid, lunging with the halberd.
Stallkid dodged nimbly to the left, releasing the ball of fire
at the final dumbstruck man. Turning upon the one who had just
attacked him, he released a barrage of jabs and uppercuts,
snapping the man’s neck in a gruesome finale.
Stallkid
turned. The only surviving man was the magician, who was
chanting some strange incantation. Stallkid began to feel his
muscles seize up. He smiled under the Mask, a dark, evil
smile.
“You’ll have to do better than that.” He
said as he raised his hand above him, screaming in pain.
“You bastard... He said, fighting the spell. He
screamed once more, clenching his fists, and letting the Mask
take over. It glowed in a fiery crimson. The light spread
throughout the clearing, over all the men, finally settling
upon the magician. The magician screamed in pain, as the light
consumed him
From Stallkid’s throat there erupted a
deep, undulating laugh. And then the magician was no more. He
turned to the white haired being, simply staring at it. He
lifted off back above the treetops.
Out of
Character: My reversal vote goes to Crystal Sword.
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