Is there life on Mars? [ATI Event]
Sept 16, 2017 8:17:39 GMT -7
Post by Skulking Shinzu on Sept 16, 2017 8:17:39 GMT -7
“What should we do to him?” One of the soldiers asks. “Cut off his legs?” Another replies, only to be interrupted. “Nah. Cut off every limb.” This seems to cause the spear wielding captain of the squad to sigh. “Stop playing around. Just finish him.” By this point, you would have already completed your hand seals and created your invisible wall of air. As the soldiers walk face-first into the wall and grunt in pain, it becomes clear to you that they had never seen such a technique before.
“Witch! He’s a witch!” Accusations start being thrown at you from the crowd. Along with more rotten tomatoes and apples. A foul stench fills your nose as the rotting fruit pelts your body and your wall. “What on earth?” As the darkened juices from the fruit spills down your wall, it seems to act as paint and reveals the structure to the soldiers. “He created a wall!” The soldiers glare as one rubs his bleeding nose. “We were too kind on this cretin. Let’s cut off his balls and hang them as decorations.”
As the soldiers scatter to run around the wall, they quickly reform on the side closest to you back in their usual formation with four in the front and two in the back. They then marched over, ready to neuter you. At least… They would have if not for your intimidate. “W-What?” Suddenly, the group of six freezes mere inches away from you. As hard as they try, they find it impossible to attack. Your eyes have them overwhelmed with fear and self-doubt.
“What are you fools doing!” The commander yells, clearly unaffected by your technique. However, he seems far too shocked by the antics of his own soldiers to worry about you. “Do something! You damned fools! Stop acting!” They do not respond. By this point, you already made your way off the platform and down the pathway to the tavern. All around you, civilians lob more tomatoes at you. A bombardment of foul stenches and sickening juices. You almost puke, however, force it back knowing you don’t have a second to waste.
“Damn it…” Halfway down the path, the commander skilfully leaps off the platform with his spear in hand and breaks out into a reckless dash towards you. Although your fear-inducing eyes seem to stop the civilians from grabbing you, you quickly realise that you’re unable to intimidate the fast-approaching commander. What’s worse is with your injured leg, it probably won’t be long before he reaches you… Better find safety fast.
“Witch! He’s a witch!” Accusations start being thrown at you from the crowd. Along with more rotten tomatoes and apples. A foul stench fills your nose as the rotting fruit pelts your body and your wall. “What on earth?” As the darkened juices from the fruit spills down your wall, it seems to act as paint and reveals the structure to the soldiers. “He created a wall!” The soldiers glare as one rubs his bleeding nose. “We were too kind on this cretin. Let’s cut off his balls and hang them as decorations.”
As the soldiers scatter to run around the wall, they quickly reform on the side closest to you back in their usual formation with four in the front and two in the back. They then marched over, ready to neuter you. At least… They would have if not for your intimidate. “W-What?” Suddenly, the group of six freezes mere inches away from you. As hard as they try, they find it impossible to attack. Your eyes have them overwhelmed with fear and self-doubt.
“What are you fools doing!” The commander yells, clearly unaffected by your technique. However, he seems far too shocked by the antics of his own soldiers to worry about you. “Do something! You damned fools! Stop acting!” They do not respond. By this point, you already made your way off the platform and down the pathway to the tavern. All around you, civilians lob more tomatoes at you. A bombardment of foul stenches and sickening juices. You almost puke, however, force it back knowing you don’t have a second to waste.
“Damn it…” Halfway down the path, the commander skilfully leaps off the platform with his spear in hand and breaks out into a reckless dash towards you. Although your fear-inducing eyes seem to stop the civilians from grabbing you, you quickly realise that you’re unable to intimidate the fast-approaching commander. What’s worse is with your injured leg, it probably won’t be long before he reaches you… Better find safety fast.