Whatever you do, do it with style.
- Invitation Status
- Posting Speed
- One post per week
- Writing Levels
- Preferred Character Gender
- Primarily Prefer Male
- As long as the plot's good I'm in. That says nothing useful though... so I'll say: sci-fi, fantasy, I'm curious enough about horror to add it, aaaand action? yeah, ok, sure, action!
The orc too paused his pursuit for a moment as the panther warrior approached Entei. Meanwhile Entei only managed a polite bow towards the panther since his sudden view of the nine year old swords- uh girl had been quite the brief shock. The Brightsmile truly had been full of surprises. A piñata of the sky.
"I believe it would be a swifter battle were it fought by someone el-" he'd begun to no avail. Black tail commanded the order and Entei was not about to refuse one who possessed such claws. Society had not survived the crash it would seem. "Well," Entei told himself as he looked down at the corkscrew in his hand and then at the orc who licked its lips in a way they accentuated its permanent smirk. "Definitely not worth a spore," Entei whispered as he yet again attempted to smooth back his hair and straightened his clothes as best he could.
While the orc strutted forth, weapon above its head at the ready, Entei walked forth trying not to limp. "Excuse me sir uh Orc of the Zangheri Mountain, you see I-"
"I TAKE YOURRR HEADD!"
Entei's heart sank. Distraction would not work. The orc was upon him, weapon swinging for his neck, but the last minute thunk of Entei's golden watch against the orc's forehead had been enough to thwart his aim. Post swing, Entei hurried to keep the orc's arm down pausing briefly to park the corkscrew in the orc's eye-socket knowing it would take both arms to fight one orc arm down. As it turned out, it had been harder than he thought. Without regard to Entei, the orc reached with both hands to its face, "AAAAHHHGHRR MY EYE!"
"So sorry, let me hold this for you," Entei took the crooked sword-like weapon from the orc, "deepest apologies, eyes take forever to re-grow! But a whole head is just impossib-"
With an enraged tackle the single-eyed orc landed on Entei, choking him for a few seconds before noticing he'd impaled himself on his own weapon. With great effort Entei pushed the body aside, completely grossed out by the dark blood on his scorched robes. He looked to the panther, the tiger lady, the dead man, thought of the others he had glimpsed earlier and then looked at the nine year old child. It was clear why they had survived thus far. "Excuse me!," he called out.
And then the corkscrew fell on his lap, eyeball hanging from it and all. The orc had not been lethally injured after all.