Better than a cross.
While the mistress of the maelstroms fought the goat-eater her sisters-in-arms walked into the base camp of the US base.
"Now then ladies and gentlemen, since my comrade is not necessarily well accepted among you folk..." started Stryx as she strolled from the R.O.C.
" Grrrr", grunted the Japonic deity.
"I'm going to be the primary voice of the UN."
"Excuse me maam, but under just whose aathority do you kahnsider to eyorder us around?" Spoke General Hard, the co-commander of the Allied forces in this sector.
"Oh don't BS me I've fought to many wars for that, you know as well as I do that good ol' President RDF himself gave us access and that the only reason your pretending not to know us is to cover up the Nonpareil in front of the grunts."
"That Maywell be lil' missy but as long as I wear the Stars And Stripes and Uncle Sam's tobacky runs through my vanes Ill be inn charge here. So what Eez your so called plan exactly?"
"Well first, we'll need a lot of corn."
edited 18th Jan '11 1:06:20 PM by Chronix
Closet DCLAU fan.
Crazed Lawrencian
— The undead man yelps in alarm, and his comrades fire at the source of the great pincer.—
—Back on the main battlefield, there is chaos amongst the Mexicans, those not overcome with the terror sown by the Geisterbombers are barely functional, shooting at shadows and frantically wheeling to and fro; those overwhelmed lie on the ground, curled into fetal positions and shaking violently, jaws working soundlessly. The anti-air guns still bark their reports to the humid jungle air, but the shots go wild, the gunners becoming more disheartened by the moment as their efforts come to naught. El Coronel looks skyward, the crosses carved into his cheekbones smoking. He reaches down to the holster at his side, undoing it, then slowly removing its contents. It is a long-barreled, smoothly polished, ivory-handled pistol, skulls on crosses etched into the sides of the barrel; he raises the top of the barrel to his teeth, his jaws soundlessly working. The skeletal officer brings the weapon to bear on the lead bomber, aiming for the cockpit, his arm steady. —
El Rompedor wants to say hello, mad dog!
— Then he pulled the trigger, and everyone with ears within a kilometre went deaf as the pistol discharged a round for its target. —
Proud member of the IAA What's the point of being grown up if you can't act childish?
Better than a cross.
edited 18th Jan '11 1:24:13 PM by Chronix
Closet DCLAU fan.
Not Literally Me
-The claw twitches slightly, then yanks the man downwards-
-From the other side of the stream of scorpions, the echoing cry of a bird, the same as before, calls out to the Mexicans-
"One thing, though- apparently the eldest goat is the bastard child of Muhammad Ali and the Hulk." ~ Exelixi, on The Three Billy Goats Gruff.
Crazed Lawrencian
Martine!
—The Mexicans yank with all their undead strength on the arms of their comrade, those not involved in the tugging firing into the claw joints at point-blank range. One of their number looks to the origins of the avian cry, however, and slowly begins to move in that direction...—
Proud member of the IAA What's the point of being grown up if you can't act childish?
Irontreads started to move it's main gun around to point at the colossus's chest, all the while being rocked back and forth violently by the attacking behemoth. Volken gulped, he clicked his inter-communications.
"Change rounds! Load armour piercing! That goes for Irontreads too! And change to turret mode!" the crew in his tank bustled about as they started to change the main cannons ammo, although the turret still hadn't finished swivelling. The other tanks also pause in their volleys whilst changing their ammo. The force of tanks started to undergo their transformation.
Bumped because I was reminded by Chabal's bump[tongue]
Yep, they play music too
Time for your final journey, ants!
-a 7.5m long blade is pulled out by the Polythemus as it slices the blade across Volken's tank's hull-
edited 30th Mar '11 11:03:45 AM by Meta-ridley
Ashe? Really? Sad Little Try-hard.
Volken jumped back as a loud screech came as the sound of friction working it's way across metal came to his ears. He looked over the lip of the hatch to see the large blade fighting it's way into the hull. He quickly jumped back into his pride, irontreads.
"Quickly, grenades, now!" He pulled his body half out of the hatch as the blade continued it's work through the hull, he didn't care that his grenade would be thrown close to his tank, just as long as it wasn't destroyed. He hurled the grenade at the Polythemus's hand.
edited 30th Mar '11 11:04:54 AM by bamack1
Yep, they play music too
-the grenade explodes, loosening the Polythemus's grip on the sword. The colossus walks backwards , grabbing the sword with it's other hand-
The sun sets above your lives, insects. Face your last moments!
-the Talos fires off two missiles at Broken Tundra-
This is your end!
red is Talos and normal is Polythemus.
edited 30th Mar '11 11:27:22 AM by Meta-ridley
Ashe? Really? Sad Little Try-hard.
Volken climbed back into his tank, his jaw dropped as he noticed a particularly large hole in the side of his tank. His face reddened with rage
"That thing is going to be scrap metal when I get through with it!"
He pulled the man manning his turret out of the weapon and climbed into it, he aimed the cannon at Polythemus.
"Die you piece of SHHH-" He was cut off as the tank fired.
Broken Tundra, unable to swerve out of the way whilst in turret mode, was hit full-on by the attack, the tank was enveloped in smoke as the explosive hit...
Two words, Berserk Button.
edited 30th Mar '11 11:32:20 AM by bamack1
Yep, they play music too
-the Polythemus staggers back from the blast, re-adjusting it's legs it then fires two missiles towards the tank's open-hole-
Your trial is admirable, but pointless. You're already dieing!
Ashe? Really? Sad Little Try-hard.
Volken didn't even raise an eyebrow, he continued firing as fast as the tank could reload, he bellowed his orders down to the tank crew.
"Launch anti-missile defense!"
A panel lifted on the tanks uningered side, a small host of blue objects flitted towards the missiles.
edited 1st May '11 5:49:45 AM by bamack1
-As the soldiers trudge across the scorpions, there is a strange hissing, and the pile of arachnids near one of the soldiers bulges outwards, then erupts as a massive pincer grabs the nearest Mexican-
"One thing, though- apparently the eldest goat is the bastard child of Muhammad Ali and the Hulk." ~ Exelixi, on The Three Billy Goats Gruff.