Team: ROFLcopter
Objective: Explore
Location: Lowest Level of the Temple
What had just happened?...How had that just happened? That wasn't the execution of a fresh vigilante with a half-baked idea of what to do. That was the power of warrior with a plan! That was awesome! Plus, it had been HIM the whole time. It wasn't like he had been possessed...at least, he hoped not. Every thing had felt instinctual and within his control. He liked this power...but it wasn't his own power...not yet, anyway. It was this temple that was giving it to him. It seemed logical that he would lose it once he left and he did NOT want to stay here forever.
Deep thinking aside, Martin focused on his surroundings. He was at a crossroads: 4 hallways that he could go down; one of them being the way he came. He focused his hearing and searched each hallway for tell-tale sounds. There was a strange humming coming from his left and the other hallways were slowly growing with the sounds of hounds and metal. He went left. The sounds of hounds faded as he went left. There was something at the edge of his hearing, but it grew louder the more he walked down the hallway. It was the sounding of heavy breathing.
He turned a corner and was greeted with more sensory input. The smell of grime and liquids, both mechanical and organic, assaulted his nose. A guttural hiss came from an approximately 6 foot figure. Saliva spattered on the ground. A jagged, uneven sword slid out of its scabbard. Feet clacked into a fighting stance and armor segments scraped against each other. The figure was...incredibly angry...Angry??? I mean, if a person pulls a sword on you without provocation, that's usually a telling sign, but Martin could LITERALLY sense the emotion of hatred coming from this figure!
"
Orb stay safe. Kill you dead!" was the last words that the man-thing said before rushing him for an offensive. Matthew put his arms up and turned sideways into a defensive stance. The man swung at him horizontally and tried to use his reach to his advantage. When Matt heard the wind whistle past the jagged edges, he lurched forward inside the man's space. He was too close to be hit by the blade and he grabbed the man's sword hand with his left hand. His right grabbed at the cyborg's throat and slammed him into the wall. He tried to then smack the man's sword hand against the wall to make him lose the sword.
However, before he could get more than one slam off, the creature's free hand started punching Matt in his side. Matt weathered two blows before he ceded his grip on the man's arm and socked him with a left hook. This caused the man to stagger away from him, but he soon stood up. This time, he was more cautious. The man threw quick sword jabs and fast swings of his blade. Matt, listening to the sound of the obtrusive sword, quickly dodged and stepped away from the strikes. His clothing and skin took some nicks and cuts that he knew could have been much worse if he didn't have this new found power.
The man thrusted too hard and came too close to Matt. Matt turned sideways and grabbed the man's throat. Stepping on one of the man's feet, he shoved him down to the ground, making him trip over his own pinned foot. The man fell to the ground and, this time, his helmet clattered off of his head and skittered across the floor. Before the thing could react, Matthew pinned the cyborg to the ground, his knee in the small of the man's armored back. He grabbed the knobby, irregularly shaped, bald head with his left hand and started punching the back of the guy's head.
The thing wouldn't drop unconscious. He kept squirming, hissing, and bucking. Matt just wanted this thing to STOP! This vile, unnatural creature was an affront to Matthew's very survival. It wouldn't stop until it killed Matthew, like the animal it was. Matt kept punching the back of the head, harder and harder. He could feel and hear the hard flesh become sticky and soft. The creature's cries became more desperate, but quiet. The only way to solve this was to remove this abominable amalgamation from the land of the living. Finally, one of his blows caused a fine mist of blood to spray his face.
This brought him out of his murderous trance. His fist was cradled in the back of the silent creature's caved head as he kneeled there in shock. He finally pulled his fist out with a *
Splork!* and sat back on the cold, hard ground. He breathed in...he breathed out...His anger was gone now and he was left with a confusing cocktail of after-emotions. It all simply left him dumbfounded. The sound of humming broke his reverie. He turned and sensed a strong power emanating from what must have been a pedestal or shelf on the wall. He got up and walked over to the power source.
He reached out and grabbed it with both hands. It was a sphere, an orb. He didn't know what its purpose was, but he could tell it was important. He opened his backpack and slipped the orb inside for safe keeping...He didn't know for sure, it was just an idea...but maybe there were more of these orbs around here?...What was that noise!?!...Something was coming....
Summary: Orb found and safely in Matthew's backpack
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