Post by yaburu on Apr 30, 2009 18:35:36 GMT -5
Despite the fact that the Arctic and Volcanic regions of the Lawless Zone offered him all the heat and cold he could ever wish for, an odd, primal urge compelled Bigor to seek out other territory, and new sources of extreme temperature.
It was for this reason that he was here, in the forested area of the LZ, facing off with a massive Tarakka. The spider had charged at him when he unknowingly destroyed its nest, and now the two were locked in combat. The large spider pushed forward, toppling the mighty Bigor over. Its many legs stabbed at his flesh repeatedly, and it bared its fangs, looking to sink them into him and inject poison.
But Bigor would have none of it. He opened his maw, moved in closer to the creature, and fired a heat beam point blank at his enemy, its eyes popping from the sudden attack.
The Tarakka scuttled off Bigor, running around in pain blindly, not understanding that its end was inevitable. Bigor simply moved in and grabbed hold of one of its legs, yanking with great power. The leg broke free, and the creature screamed once again as blood poured from the spot its leg once occupied.
Bigor grabbed another leg, and yanked that one off as well. Then a third. Perhaps it was the constant attacks by native inhabitants on this island, or his own dissatisfaction with staying in an area that clearly could sustain him for years if need be, but something had put Bigor in a very foul mood. And this unfortunate Tarakka was taking the brunt of his temper.
After the fourth leg was removed, the spider finally stopped screaming and thrashing, the blood loss too great, the pain too much. But Bigor didn’t stop. He proceeded to pull out all eight legs, and finalize the battle with a heat blast that incinerated the corpse.
With a snort, Bigor walked off, hoping to find some peace…
+35 MP
It was for this reason that he was here, in the forested area of the LZ, facing off with a massive Tarakka. The spider had charged at him when he unknowingly destroyed its nest, and now the two were locked in combat. The large spider pushed forward, toppling the mighty Bigor over. Its many legs stabbed at his flesh repeatedly, and it bared its fangs, looking to sink them into him and inject poison.
But Bigor would have none of it. He opened his maw, moved in closer to the creature, and fired a heat beam point blank at his enemy, its eyes popping from the sudden attack.
The Tarakka scuttled off Bigor, running around in pain blindly, not understanding that its end was inevitable. Bigor simply moved in and grabbed hold of one of its legs, yanking with great power. The leg broke free, and the creature screamed once again as blood poured from the spot its leg once occupied.
Bigor grabbed another leg, and yanked that one off as well. Then a third. Perhaps it was the constant attacks by native inhabitants on this island, or his own dissatisfaction with staying in an area that clearly could sustain him for years if need be, but something had put Bigor in a very foul mood. And this unfortunate Tarakka was taking the brunt of his temper.
After the fourth leg was removed, the spider finally stopped screaming and thrashing, the blood loss too great, the pain too much. But Bigor didn’t stop. He proceeded to pull out all eight legs, and finalize the battle with a heat blast that incinerated the corpse.
With a snort, Bigor walked off, hoping to find some peace…
+35 MP