-Ryan leapt the bed, the final stages of the transformation occurring within seconds. A full werewolf collided with Dalek Sec, the momentum causing him to skid slightly along the floor, back from the bed. Ryan snarled, grabbing at the dalek's gun-arm and moving to twist it away from himself towards the Visser-
"One thing, though- apparently the eldest goat is the bastard child of Muhammad Ali and the Hulk." ~ Exelixi, on The Three Billy Goats Gruff.In the living room below, Doom rose to his feet with a sigh of supreme irritation. Of course, my supposed cohorts would prove incapable of keeping the infected in check, he mused, tinkering with his gauntlets even as this thought ran its course. The wards were sufficiently strong and focused now that they no longer required his conscious effort to sustain them; as long as he lived, the shield would persists.
An audible click came from his mailed gloves, and the Latverian monarch nodded in satisfaction as he flexed his armoured fingers. Five seconds—a reasonable and acceptable time for such a recallibration, though Doom could have done better. Even so, it would serve.
The armoured tyrant strode imperiously up the stairs to the upper floor, cape billowing dramatically behind him from the wind which now blew through the destroyed wall.
The Danse Macabre CodexThe explosion of the wall had the unfortunate side effect of sendign Fawful and his rooftop death ray tumbling to the ground. Strugglign and swearing as he pulled himself out from under the cannon, he glared up at the room.
"I HAVE FURY!"
He started firing shot after shot of blazing heat at the open room, not particularly caring who or what he hit.
Pretend there's something clever written here.-Ryan (as he retained his common sense in werewolf form) pulled back from Sec and allowed the two Overlords to settle their differences through violence. He turned on the Shocker Rider, however. For a moment, he stood there, sizing his opponent up, and then, with a look that said he accepted the challenge, brought one of his feet down on the Rider's own in an attempt to pin the man-
-Fawful's wild shooting did little more than aggravate the situation rather severely. Namely, he hit Sergeant Wells in the side. The pain brought him blinking back into consciousness, and he convulsed from the pain under his bindings. He let out a yell, which seemed to metamorphose into a howl partway through...-
"One thing, though- apparently the eldest goat is the bastard child of Muhammad Ali and the Hulk." ~ Exelixi, on The Three Billy Goats Gruff.-Ryan rolled with the shoulder rush. He allowed the Shocker Rider's momentum to push him backwards and went down to the floor. However, as he did so he grabbed the Rider's arm and pulled him down with Ryan. Then he literally rolled with the attack, rolling over to pin the Rider under his weight-
"One thing, though- apparently the eldest goat is the bastard child of Muhammad Ali and the Hulk." ~ Exelixi, on The Three Billy Goats Gruff.Doom strode imperiously into the room where Wells was bound, and pointed at the stricken, howling man with such gravitas that he might have been delivering a divine condemnation. There was a purpose to this gesture beyond looking dramatic, however, for once the Latverian monarch's index finger was pointing at the transforming lycanthrope a jet of scalding blue-green flames erupted from his fingertip to engulf the bound infectee.
The Danse Macabre Codex-The werewolf,was being moved around somewhat by the punches, but it wasn't enough to shift him off the Rider. Ryan went to grab the Shocker Rider by the throat with both hands, hoping to choke the man into submission-
-Wells yelled out again, and there was a distinct sound of Fawful's bindings breaking. The infected man rose upwards, his features shifting from humaoid to lupine within the shroud of blue flame. The now-activated werewolf roared in agony and slashed out at the Latverian monarch with one claw-
edited 1st Apr '11 3:06:18 PM by MadeOfAxes
"One thing, though- apparently the eldest goat is the bastard child of Muhammad Ali and the Hulk." ~ Exelixi, on The Three Billy Goats Gruff.Doom casually stepped back to avoid the attack, then stepped in and backhanded the beast across its face with his free hand. Now that he was no longer happened by the limitations of their first challenge, the Latverian monarch was free to bring all the not-inconsiderable force of his superhumanly strong suit to bear on this mongrel cur, and a titanium gauntlet easily capable of crushing carbonadium or lifting two tonnes with little effort struck the beast right in the jaw.
All the while, Doom continued to bathe the creature in searing blue- flames that were quite capable of reducing the finest steel and its sundry alloys to molten slag within seconds, although for Doom this was barely enough to make him sweat; countless years of battling the wretched Fantastic Four—and that pompous oaf, Johnny Storm, in particular—had well-prepared him for dealing with flames of unnatural potency. These flames, while lethal to just about anything else, were nowhere near as hot or destructive as those of an enraged Human Torch, and as such Doom was in no danger whatsoever; the same, of course, could not be said of his lupine opponent.
edited 1st Apr '11 3:24:40 PM by SullenFrog
The Danse Macabre Codex-The enraged Sergeant Wells slammed an uppercut into Doom's jaw after he recovered his wits from the first blow. While not enough to badly injure the heavily-protected Latverian monarch, it would be enough to buy the werewolf a second to make his move-
-Captain Ryan screeched in pain, his eyes ruined by the attack. He channelled all of his pain into a frenzy of blind rage, hammering blow after blow down onto the pinned Shocker Rider-
"One thing, though- apparently the eldest goat is the bastard child of Muhammad Ali and the Hulk." ~ Exelixi, on The Three Billy Goats Gruff."Ngh!"
Doom grimaced at this attack, resisting the urge to massage his smarting jaw. The Latverian monarch retaliated by driving a titanium-shod knee into the lycanthrope's gut, and continued to bathe it in the sweltering-steel-melting heat of his finger-mounted flamethrower; he extended two more digits from the same hand, increasing both the volume and the intensity of the blue-green flames by an exponential degree.
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<THEN BRING DOWN THE SHIELD!> roared the Visser, his six stubby tentacles hurling a foul-smelling and acidic ooze at whatever came near.