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The Serpent Pit; Starring Soto and Teer
Topic Started: May 2 2012, 07:31 PM (742 Views)
Wil Grieve ✿
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The bullet punched a hole in the wyvern's scaly hide, eliciting a shriek that rang in Soto's head like a rattling chaingun. He backed toward the cockpit, covering his ears, and in the process dropped his rifle. It bounced, the wooden stock shattering sickly on the wing of his Paegosos, before tumbling into the desert abyss.

Now face to face with the beast, which floated mere inches from the nose of the fighter, Soto felt something calling deep inside his own head. It had been a long time since he'd heard it.

Psions, by nature, shared a tenuous telepathic link. And somehow, the dragon was a psion.

A Resonant, Soto figured, with a creative imagination. Or a Shaper...maybe an Evoker, like me...

With a shout, Soto extended the thick blades hidden beneath his flight suit's sleeves and stood defensively.

"Dragon!" he thought, sending his thoughts to the dragon along that psionic mental highway, "Stay back!"
Edited by Wil Grieve, Jul 9 2012, 10:44 AM.
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"Dragon! Stay Back!"
A voice rang through Teer's head, a young male, a slight hint of cockiness, this must be the pilot.

Teer stretched out, body making adjustments, making himself as long as possible, to make the grab onto the vehicle. A loud clunk of claw and metal let him know his achievement was met.
A slimy bright red tounge creeped out of the gaping maw, nostrils taking in as much air as possible.

"Oh, you're gonna wish i was a dragon!"

With that message, Teer inflated his lungs, chest at bursting point, and he screeched.

A wave of ultrasonic soundwaves emerged from the blagelined mouth, if the attacker wasn't deaf, He sure would be.
Edited by MKJ, Jul 20 2012, 07:20 AM.
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That the creature spoke in a recognizable Vaenician language meant that it was indeed, not a dragon - that he heard Soto in the first place strongly indicated Psionicism. Soto was not an expert in the art, by any means, especially in relation to the Luxarian people, who had a natural affinity for the otherworldly power. For a man to become a dragon, he had to be powerful indeed.

Seeing the wyvern puff up its screamer sacks, Soto acted on instinct, lunging forward with his retracting blades to try to pop the sacks before - as he was expecting - it was able to unleash its firebreath. But it wasn't flames, it was just sound; Soto felt the metal blades resonate with the supersonic scream and opened a rift behind his body. The force of the scream hit him like a brick wall and shot him through his rift, breaking his focus and changing the output rift to one he'd not even planned to open. He was now in freefall, tumbling from a thousand feet up to the shifting sands below.

Opening another rift, he stared back into the face of the wyvern, still perched like an eagle on the nose of the Paegosos, and aimed his cannonhand through the rift. The explosive force of the shot accelerated his freefall, but sent his cannonball fist through the rift, retractable blade still attached, and like a harpoon punctured one of the dragon's sacs and buried itself in his flesh. Soto dangled from the chain connecting his hand to the dragon and, feeling the unmistakable warmth of blood draining from his ears, held on for dear life.
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While the skin of this wyvern aspect was thick, the blade of Teer's enemy pierced his neck. Like a fishhook to a pair of lips, this was stuck. Warm blood dripped down the chain, the blood that seeped out was being replace as soon as it left.

'I'll make you pay for this, Pilot!'

With this, powerful hind legs pushed off the jet, going into a nose dive, wings tucked in, claws outstreched, all he needed to do was to get one paw on the fleshy target.
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The bloody mist of Soto's tether burying into the wyvern's skin obscured its shriek of pain. Soto felt a jerk as his body came to a stop at the end of the chain, the only thing holding him up a thin leather band and iron clasps around the stump at the end of his arm. And then, suddenly, he was falling again; the wyvern had released the Paegosos fighter and, like an eagle, was diving for its prey.

It spoke again, but between the blood in his ears and the constant scream of the wind, Soto could not hear a thing. The creature was closing distance fast, and Soto could only think to do one thing. He flipped over, tucked in his arms and pointed his head at the ground. It was at precisely this moment that he remembered he was afraid of heights.

Once he'd attained a speed that would slow the creature's advance, he rolled over and drew his service pistol, pointing it at the creature. Aiming was no small task in this uncontrolled vertical dive, but he did his best, firing half of the rounds in the clockwork cylinder and hoping to knock the dragon off course.
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