Painite vs Wingstop (Solo) (Finished) May 23, 2017 21:17:42 GMT
Post by painitethecrusader on May 23, 2017 21:17:42 GMT
“Where are you, you little freak…” Painite huffed, clutching her hammer firmly in her hand as she stalked along through a thin passageway in the Kindergarden. The sky was dark, thunder crashed overhead, and Painite felt like the eyes of her quarry loomed upon her from every Gem hole that as dug into the walls on either side of her. It was perfect for a trap, but, then again, she was trying to coax this Corrupted Gem out of hiding, try and get it to show itself, be it through fight or flight she did not much care.
Well it had decided to come and attack her in her tower, just out of the blue, too! It had slashed a nice gash into her railings. She didn’t much appreciate that, and so, out of both personal vendetta and a desire to try and actually do something with herself than just aimlessly laze about all day, she had gone off in search of the Corrupted Gem.
Painite had mentally catalogued many of the more prominent Corrupted Gems that lived here in the Kindergarden, not all of them of course, just the ones she saw most frequently and such. This one in particular was one she’d taken to calling. “Wing-Stop.” Why? Well, she’d seen some human structure that bore that sign one time out on her wandering travels, and, well…this creature did have wings!
A piercing screech filled the air, and Painite froze in place as a chill went down her spine. The brief thought that perhaps this had been a bad idea flashed through her mind, and she turned around on her heel to try and find where Wingstop was.
With a sudden woosh of air, and a wet thump, a figure dropped from the gloomy sky above and landed in the thin canyon. Conveniently enough, thunder crashed just as it did. The beast rose, coming to a full height of ten feet. A pair of white, piercing eyes seemed to glow in the dim light. It was Wyvern-like in shape, though, Painite didn’t really know what a Wyvern was in the first place, but, we do. The beast’s head was short, and rounded, with a huge maw filled with sharp, gnarled teeth, eyes glaring out from the sides of its head, accented by a pair of large horns that arched back and around each side of its head, swirling like outstretched goat-horns. The flesh was mottled grey, and a pale, sickly white, and it held itself up on clawed wings and a pair of thick, powerful legs. It had been a Chalcedony at one point, but now it was a mindless, twisted monster seemingly incapable of any rational thought, save for that to kill and cause havoc.
“You broke my railing, Wingstop.” Painite said with a glare, raising her hammer up and pointing it towards her foe, arm outstretched as she narrowed her gaze. “And you stink.”
Wingstop, as it had been dubbed, reared back unfurling wings that had to have been at least forty feet in length, from tip to tip, beating its wings repeatedly and clawing them at the walls, as it stretched its long neck out and snapped at the air like a snake. It shrieked, falling back onto all fours and charging straight for her.
Painite was ready, she hefted her hammer up over her head and charged forward, through the dirt and mud. The two combatants met halfway, and Painite dealt a brutal downwards swing to her foe. Wingstop let out a shriek, his body crumpling down as his head was sent into the mud by the heavy blow. The corruption hissed, forcing its body towards Painite rather suddenly, and pushing the hammer as it moved. Painite was knocked off balance, and she tripped backwards into the mud, falling on her back and letting out a surprised grunt as she did. She looked up just in time to see Wingstop as he snarled in her face and climbed atop her, claws digging into her sides and beginning to squeeze at her skin as his head reared back, jaws flashing open with a deep hiss, meaning to bite her...