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Oct. 9th, 2005 12:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
The door from Milliways opens onto what would ordinarily be a picture-perfect day in early October over Central Park West. The air ought to be crisp and clear this high up. Certainly the view of Central Park, its leaves beginning to turn all kinds of colors, would support that...
... only anyone who actually pokes a head or hand or limb out the door will feel that it's not. It's warm- unseasonably so- and the air is tight somehow, shivering against the skin. There's an unpleasant, greasy feel to it, a sense of something about to precipitate out of nowhere at all. And far, far overhead, the sky roils and writhes in livid bruise-purple colors, torn open in a ferocious act of metaphysical savagery.
Looking up for too long is probably not a good idea.
... only anyone who actually pokes a head or hand or limb out the door will feel that it's not. It's warm- unseasonably so- and the air is tight somehow, shivering against the skin. There's an unpleasant, greasy feel to it, a sense of something about to precipitate out of nowhere at all. And far, far overhead, the sky roils and writhes in livid bruise-purple colors, torn open in a ferocious act of metaphysical savagery.
Looking up for too long is probably not a good idea.
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Date: 2005-10-11 01:45 am (UTC)"BURST!"
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Date: 2005-10-11 01:56 am (UTC)There is a sickening, squelching rumblerumblerumble noise for a moment. And then as Namtar's claws swipe forward-
well-
A significant portion of the monstrosity's midsection sprays every which way, black gobbets of reeking sickness splattering over most of the rooftop. What remains of him shrieks with blind idiot fury and rolls heedlessly sideways, clawing at any surface that might give purchase and a chance to regroup.
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Date: 2005-10-11 01:58 am (UTC)With as much speed as he can muster, he slices the head of the creature off before stopping to get a breath.
This was almost as hard as helping Durnik in the forge.
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Date: 2005-10-11 02:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-11 02:08 am (UTC)"RAY! You still there!? You need me?!"
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Date: 2005-10-11 02:23 am (UTC)Ereshkigal- her figure barely visible for all the sickly-pale light surrounding it- is raising her arms over her head and chanting nerve-jangling alien syllables. Peter and Egon are firing on her for all they're worth. Overhead, a pair of large winged beasts (nowhere near the dragon's size, but large enough for all that) are closing to engage Eddie in combat.
It would appear that the problem is the bearded, shirtless, kilted fellow with the fell light in his eyes and the bronze sickle, who's lifted one hand and pointed it Ray's way. There's a very clear feeling of power being pulled in and concentrated, to the point where it's about to burst forth.
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Date: 2005-10-11 02:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-11 02:36 am (UTC)Nevertheless, it is amazing how much power can be released with a simple contemptuous flick of the wrist. A jagged streak of violet energy lances across the rooftop in Ray's (and therefore Garion's) direction.
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Date: 2005-10-11 02:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-11 02:47 am (UTC)"Save it," snarls the bearded man, who raises sickle and club over his head. "Ssalmani-ia ana qulqullati tapqida duppira!"
The roof begins to shake beneath their feet.
Perhaps it might be more accurate to say that the building begins to shake.
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Date: 2005-10-11 02:59 am (UTC)No vocal cords, no words.
No words, no magic.
He just hopes it works.
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Date: 2005-10-11 03:15 am (UTC)And the one Garion has chosen lies just along a crack in the rooftop that Shandor fails to see. The bearded man looks this way and that before thinking to look down. "Zi anna-" he begins, and then makes a horrible, crumpling, choking noise. One hand grabs at his throat as he turns purple with both asphyxiation and rage.
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Date: 2005-10-11 03:22 am (UTC)The easiest way to do that, however, is to knock someone out. So, hawling back good and hard, he knocks the man across the jaw with everything he has.
In the future, Garion would knock a Grolim out with enough force to nearly kill him. He's younger, less experienced, and slightly less pissed off than he will be then, thus it's not as effective.
But it's still a damn good hit.
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Date: 2005-10-11 03:26 am (UTC)Doesn't stop him from flying backwards with the sheer force of the blow and bouncing off some of the masonry, but he sees it coming.
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Date: 2005-10-11 03:55 am (UTC)Eddie's music plays loudly as he goes into a careening turn.
"Targets acquired."
The missile arm is retracted. He can't guarantee the same kind of accuracy while mobile with the proton thrower that he can with the machine guns.
The sound of Eddie turning in that gravity-defying way, his engines thundering and screaming, is nearly as terrible as the sound of pure agony. His wings trembled under the onslaught of pressure. And yet he did not let up. He could tell his frame was not in danger. And aiming solidly at one of the airborne creatures that his sensors could not name, he fired.
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Date: 2005-10-11 04:03 am (UTC)A belch of fire gaining in temperature from brilliant orange to nearly blue-white shot forth from its mouth, its cloud enveloping the proton stream... but not impeding its passage. The winged lion writhed in sudden agony, tumbling backwards and downwards, still spewing flame.
Its companion, meanwhile, circled higher in the hopes of getting a clear shot at the dragon that surely intended its mistress ill.
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Date: 2005-10-11 04:17 am (UTC)Say something -- make us proud, cast the first stone!
His sensors could see both creatures, but he could not fire on both at once. One was approaching him from behind. The other was disabled.
Leave the disabled be. Go after it later. He began to turn, flaring his engines, looping in midair to fire again.
He felt... exhilerated.
Make a move!
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Date: 2005-10-11 04:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-11 04:38 am (UTC)This was... fun.
He pulled up - straight up, climbing vertically into the air before letting himself stall and fall, firing machine guns at his newly chosen target. He could endure scorch marks. Even if his hull was blistered, he would still be able to fly.
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Date: 2005-10-11 04:54 am (UTC)And then the bronze dragon fell straight towards it and it tumbled backwards in surprise, losing several body-lengths of altitude before it could flame again. Almost it regained its bearing, but the bullets tore into its left wing very close to the body, and the flames stopped as it let out an inhuman yowl of pain and started to plummet.
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Date: 2005-10-11 05:15 am (UTC)I'm the nightmare from upstairs and I'm coming down
Eddie recorded the yowl.
That would come in handy later on.
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Date: 2005-10-11 05:21 am (UTC)The other, meanwhile, had brought itself together enough to come back for a second pass.
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Date: 2005-10-11 05:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-11 05:45 am (UTC)The wounded lion bared its teeth, snarling its defiance as it tried to outleap the incoming fire.
It failed.
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Date: 2005-10-11 05:58 am (UTC)There is just enough left in me to make me feel almost guilty.
Then he flew out to turn, as not to catch anyone important to him in the wash from his engines. Allies were allies - and allies were no good when they were toast.
[Doctor Stantz, is everyone faring well?] he asked as he sought the second dragon with his sensors. One on one now. This would be more interesting.
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