Post by Aubs on May 19, 2013 17:55:53 GMT -5
The ground rose up to meet him in the face, and the crunching noise he made might have made you toss your lunch. But, in the case of Aubrey Meador it was more of a nuisance than anything else. Still, being swung around and smashed into things made our friend more like a wrecking ball than a human being. An interesting phrase though, wrecking ball, perhaps he would have to use that again somewhere. The Commander didn’t seem too eager to help our hero either, instead looking at Justin as he took off at his usual breakneck pace. It wasn’t as though Aubrey expected much help at this point, the man had just been trying to kill him after all. Flying through the air some more the wannabe lost consciousness for a split second as the whipping motion broke its maximum speed. Striking the pier once more awoke him in a thud of discomfort. However that reaction, that so violent motion you make when you awake from a falling dream is just what saved him. Lashing out with instinct alone the pirate gripped whatever his fingers could grasp and just so managed to snag one of the wrought iron bars under the stone of the pier that held the heavy structure out of the blue depths below it.
The seaweed arms of the monster terrorizing our pair of fighters snapped to attention, taught as bow strings. As the creature tried to pull away it got only more and more tightly, trashing around as it did. However, despite this string of luck there was no conceivable way for our hero to actually get out of this situation. And with Bickson just standing there waiting for him to die. It was strange really, this Bickson guy didn’t seem all that bad, but he was going to fight Aubrey at every turn in order to protect what he thought was still his island. But the people were hiding and his Marines were dying, and even now the creatures of the islands past were attacking. With all of these befalling the city how could Bickson still be stoic in his duty to fight back? Was he just unwilling to accept help from anyone but himself, or did the title of pirate really make Aubrey that unappealing.
“I’m trying to help you!”
Aubrey shouted across the dock to the marine, who was still standing in the same spot, looking between the pirate and the monster. The long pole arm he used was dragging on the ground and his eyes seemed unfocused. Bulletproof didn’t have that much time to look at him however, as the monster snapped his long sinew arms again and he almost flew away. Aubrey’s fingers were strong as iron, meaning he could keep his grip for a very long time, but against a towering monster he would lose, it was only a matter of time. Teeth gritting he tried in vain to hold the monster ripped him away finally, flinging him into the air.
Then the bottom of his stomach fell out and he plummeted to the ground.
The monsters kept coming. For everyone that Ren slashed or Kallie stomped two more returned, growing and changing as they did. Donner was trying to fighting through his injuries, but he would be done soon and they all knew it. Marius and Sean were still gone, and Ponte was off doing god knows what. Could the beaten and battered crew stand up against the waves of monsters that could not die? Just as hope was shining down on them in the rising sun and the hatchings of a plan the alpha monster swung back into the frame. Trees for arms and a huge flytrap head slammed its heavy foot into the middle of the resistance. The little vine traps scurried this way and that to avoid him but never left the area, prey was to be had after all. The frog monster was still here as well, making things only that much worse. Nothing was going to save the White-Wings now.
The sound of gun-fire ricocheted off the tightly packed stone walls. A thundering of feet erupted as a platoon of Marines ripped through the rear of the monsters formation. All as one the marines of the island were attacking the monsters. Still covered in the blood of their brothers-in-arms the do-gooders were slashing and shooting whatever plants got near them. No one seemed to be in charge either, they were all just working together. Riots or not, betrayal or otherwise, demons stood between the marines and their fight, so for now the monsters would have to go. But how long would this truce last? All around the city the marines were turning against the monsters instead of each other, but certainly this wouldn’t continue, not with so much traitor blood left to spill.
Rolling over onto his back, Aubrey looked up to see just what the hell was going on. All he saw was a single man standing between him and the towering seaweed monster. In the middle of his minds frame there was a tall man with long, dark hair. It had just begun to grey at the edges after his many years. The long, red weapon was still in his right hand, and the Justice on his cloak was as blue as the ocean before him. Commander Bickson had made up his mind apparently. Whether he had known it or not all the marines on the island had as well.
Having slashed the creatures arm off that was gripped around Aubrey he had subsequently freed the pirate. That pirate, who was now lifting himself up on an elbow looked a bit roughed, but still capable of fighting. That was good, he would need to be for what they still had left to accomplish. Yes the islands defenders had turned against each other, for what true reason only Aubrey seemed to know or believe. But the monsters of the jungle were a legend older than anyone alive, and Bickson was not going to lose his people to them.
“Pirate, I’m going to need that help.”
The seaweed arms of the monster terrorizing our pair of fighters snapped to attention, taught as bow strings. As the creature tried to pull away it got only more and more tightly, trashing around as it did. However, despite this string of luck there was no conceivable way for our hero to actually get out of this situation. And with Bickson just standing there waiting for him to die. It was strange really, this Bickson guy didn’t seem all that bad, but he was going to fight Aubrey at every turn in order to protect what he thought was still his island. But the people were hiding and his Marines were dying, and even now the creatures of the islands past were attacking. With all of these befalling the city how could Bickson still be stoic in his duty to fight back? Was he just unwilling to accept help from anyone but himself, or did the title of pirate really make Aubrey that unappealing.
“I’m trying to help you!”
Aubrey shouted across the dock to the marine, who was still standing in the same spot, looking between the pirate and the monster. The long pole arm he used was dragging on the ground and his eyes seemed unfocused. Bulletproof didn’t have that much time to look at him however, as the monster snapped his long sinew arms again and he almost flew away. Aubrey’s fingers were strong as iron, meaning he could keep his grip for a very long time, but against a towering monster he would lose, it was only a matter of time. Teeth gritting he tried in vain to hold the monster ripped him away finally, flinging him into the air.
Then the bottom of his stomach fell out and he plummeted to the ground.
The monsters kept coming. For everyone that Ren slashed or Kallie stomped two more returned, growing and changing as they did. Donner was trying to fighting through his injuries, but he would be done soon and they all knew it. Marius and Sean were still gone, and Ponte was off doing god knows what. Could the beaten and battered crew stand up against the waves of monsters that could not die? Just as hope was shining down on them in the rising sun and the hatchings of a plan the alpha monster swung back into the frame. Trees for arms and a huge flytrap head slammed its heavy foot into the middle of the resistance. The little vine traps scurried this way and that to avoid him but never left the area, prey was to be had after all. The frog monster was still here as well, making things only that much worse. Nothing was going to save the White-Wings now.
The sound of gun-fire ricocheted off the tightly packed stone walls. A thundering of feet erupted as a platoon of Marines ripped through the rear of the monsters formation. All as one the marines of the island were attacking the monsters. Still covered in the blood of their brothers-in-arms the do-gooders were slashing and shooting whatever plants got near them. No one seemed to be in charge either, they were all just working together. Riots or not, betrayal or otherwise, demons stood between the marines and their fight, so for now the monsters would have to go. But how long would this truce last? All around the city the marines were turning against the monsters instead of each other, but certainly this wouldn’t continue, not with so much traitor blood left to spill.
Rolling over onto his back, Aubrey looked up to see just what the hell was going on. All he saw was a single man standing between him and the towering seaweed monster. In the middle of his minds frame there was a tall man with long, dark hair. It had just begun to grey at the edges after his many years. The long, red weapon was still in his right hand, and the Justice on his cloak was as blue as the ocean before him. Commander Bickson had made up his mind apparently. Whether he had known it or not all the marines on the island had as well.
Having slashed the creatures arm off that was gripped around Aubrey he had subsequently freed the pirate. That pirate, who was now lifting himself up on an elbow looked a bit roughed, but still capable of fighting. That was good, he would need to be for what they still had left to accomplish. Yes the islands defenders had turned against each other, for what true reason only Aubrey seemed to know or believe. But the monsters of the jungle were a legend older than anyone alive, and Bickson was not going to lose his people to them.
“Pirate, I’m going to need that help.”