as written by Ronin
The wolf's teeth clamped the open air once again, missing its prey by a fraction of an inch. It turned swiftly for another run, but Perrin's armored boot caught its side with surprising force. The Garoux was forced back, rolling twice across the ground near the exhaust port. The creature rose, tensing for another pounce...
Then a rush of hot steam blasted into its fur, smothering it. This time, it howled. When the exhaust receded, Perrin would see a patch of the wolf's skin boiled over, the fur charred and the flesh beneath severely burned. Even better, some of the runes scrawling its body had been deformed beyond legibility. The paladin might notice that it's healing factor was slowed.
"Insolent welp," it growled as Perrin reached his gun, "this construct is worth /ten/ of your Order." It vanished from sight.
"Why can't you just lay down and die? Like that partner of yours?" An amused gurgle. "Or the Warden. Admittedly, he put up more of a fight. At least he had powers. But you?" A whoosh. Claws on metal. It was closing in for another round. "You're just human. A weak sack of flesh and fear stuffed into a tin suit. Fodder..." A snarl, a sniff of the air as the creature locked into his location. His only warning. "Prey..."
It came from the side, trying to headbutt Perrin's waist with enough force to bruise his ribs, armor and all. If successful, the knight would be thrown against the far pipe, the metal hot on his armored back with the force of the steam running through it. The creature pounced, jaws opened wide...
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Dozens of whisps disintegrated in the face of Noah's defenses, but more still came. Already the creature was enduring the laborious process of repairing itself from holy energy, shedding the inoperable wounds made by Deliverance, restructuring whole limbs. It warbled, stooping forward against the warden for another pass...
Something struck its side and exploded in a ball of light and fire. The boom was deafening. It screeched, an entire chunk of its main body blown away. Another. It reeled, half of its torso obliterated. From the other end of the room, Robert Arodring had a smoking Lawkeeper leveled over his forearm. He'd found his gun.
The tendrils receded at the assault, the Murk's attention now focused on repairing itself. The paladin's eyes flashed as he looked at Noah.
"Now, Warden!"
The wolf's teeth clamped the open air once again, missing its prey by a fraction of an inch. It turned swiftly for another run, but Perrin's armored boot caught its side with surprising force. The Garoux was forced back, rolling twice across the ground near the exhaust port. The creature rose, tensing for another pounce...
Then a rush of hot steam blasted into its fur, smothering it. This time, it howled. When the exhaust receded, Perrin would see a patch of the wolf's skin boiled over, the fur charred and the flesh beneath severely burned. Even better, some of the runes scrawling its body had been deformed beyond legibility. The paladin might notice that it's healing factor was slowed.
"Insolent welp," it growled as Perrin reached his gun, "this construct is worth /ten/ of your Order." It vanished from sight.
"Why can't you just lay down and die? Like that partner of yours?" An amused gurgle. "Or the Warden. Admittedly, he put up more of a fight. At least he had powers. But you?" A whoosh. Claws on metal. It was closing in for another round. "You're just human. A weak sack of flesh and fear stuffed into a tin suit. Fodder..." A snarl, a sniff of the air as the creature locked into his location. His only warning. "Prey..."
It came from the side, trying to headbutt Perrin's waist with enough force to bruise his ribs, armor and all. If successful, the knight would be thrown against the far pipe, the metal hot on his armored back with the force of the steam running through it. The creature pounced, jaws opened wide...
---
Dozens of whisps disintegrated in the face of Noah's defenses, but more still came. Already the creature was enduring the laborious process of repairing itself from holy energy, shedding the inoperable wounds made by Deliverance, restructuring whole limbs. It warbled, stooping forward against the warden for another pass...
Something struck its side and exploded in a ball of light and fire. The boom was deafening. It screeched, an entire chunk of its main body blown away. Another. It reeled, half of its torso obliterated. From the other end of the room, Robert Arodring had a smoking Lawkeeper leveled over his forearm. He'd found his gun.
The tendrils receded at the assault, the Murk's attention now focused on repairing itself. The paladin's eyes flashed as he looked at Noah.
"Now, Warden!"