*as our heroes fly into battle, the assailants all seem to turn their heads up at them, grinning maliciously. At once at least two dozen of them leap off the building's walls toward them, teeth and claws gnashing.
Three of them land on Piccolo and force him to the ground, but soon they fly off of him and smash against the walls. Piccolo stands up and growls, rising and powering up a huge blast between his hands*
Piccolosan: Gomen nassai, Keenspotter-san, but I am certain this portion of the building can BE REPLACED!!!
*with that, he takes out a huge chunk of the building, but also takes at least 20 of the things with it. He then whirls and starts engaging in highspeed punches and kicks with a larger creature.
They seem to keep coming and coming as they crawl out of sewer grates, out of buildings, dropping from the sky from rifts.*
*Meanwhile, inside, the building rocks a little from Piccolo's blast. Ryven falls off the bed, now a bit more full with child, but slightly under the influence and heavy with hangover. She moans a little and stands up. Suddenly, her pointed ear twiks a bit, and she whirls around.
The same bald man in red robes stands there.*
RedMageGuy: What a folly, that they left you here alone. I really gave them too much credit.
*Ryven goes to scream, powering up, but she suddenly can't move again. She grows, only able to move her face, and spits at the man*
Ryven: When I get out of here, you're not going to have a face left to spit on!!
RedMageGuy: When I'm done with you, you won't have a face to spit from.
*he says this, then in a flash, they're gone. When Ryven blinks, she's in some sort of room, with the mage. More red creatures line the walls, all leering at her hungrily. She growls, but finds that she can move now.*
RedMageGuy: Don't try anything, for-
*Ryven, however, is already powered up, not even waiting for the evil overlord to finish his speech. She blasts at the red creatures on the wall, flying toward the mage at highspeeds, headbutting him into the opposite wall, letting her rage flow*
Ryven: You took from me what I can't get back! You're a bastard! You're an evil, evil bastard, and now you're going do DIE, minion of Al'Thor!!!
RedMageGuy: Ack-OOF! Grr! HEY!! I'm MORE than a minion, you little PEST!! *he roars. Suddenly he chants, and a ethereal hand manifests itself, grabbing Ryven by the back of the shirt and pulling him off of the mage. Ryven struggles and screams, kicknig and screaming against the hand, trying to blast the mage from the air, but to no avail. It flings her across the room, where she hits her head, and all goes black*
*MEANWHILE*
*Piccolo's antennea twik*
Piccolo:....Ryven?
((hehe, now you've gotta fight AND find her. I'm so evil...I'm soooo evil...))
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