Post by yaburu on Mar 14, 2009 19:36:10 GMT -5
Myston Vs. a Tarakka
Heading down to the planet called “Earth” in a small pod, Myston looked forward to the many challenges that no doubt awaited him. This planet appeared to be teeming with giant beasts, many of whom displayed spectacular abilities. It also appeared that this planet would become ground zero for an impending war between its inhabitants and a multi-racial conglomerate of invaders known as the “Grand Alliance.” As it stood now, Myston was neutral, but if push came to shove, he knew he’d side with the Earthlings. But that was a decision that didn’t need to be made for some time now.
His pod landed rather gingerly on the ground, and Myston stepped out, stretching his arms and legs. Keying in a few commands on the side of the pod, it quickly closed all entrances and locked itself up, securing Myston a way back to his ship when he decided to leave.
Looking around him, Myston took in the landscape, breathing in the air and enjoying the scent of a large forest all around him. But this serenity was short-lived; as an audible hiss from some ways to his left caused him to snap his eyes open and go on alert. The author of the sound was a monstrous spider, known here as a Tarakka. The giant arachnid appeared to see Myston as a potential meal.
Smiling to himself, Myston realized that this would be an excellent test of the creatures that this planet housed. Myston took a step forward and let loose a roar, hoping to provoke the beast into attacking. The Tarakka just raised its legs and stood up on its back four legs, another hiss escaping it.
The seasoned fighting instincts within Myston saw a prime chance, and refused to let him pass up on it. With a speed that belied his size, Myston landed a direct punch squarely on the exposed underside of the Tarakka, sending it flying back several meters. The large, hairy Tarantula kaiju landed with a start, scrambling to face Myston once again, and charging it, fangs bared.
Myston kept his cool, and fired a horn beam, striking the ground in front of the spider, which caused it to stop, alarmed at the sudden attack, which is just what Myston wanted. He followed up by concentrating on his own internal energy, channeling it into his hand, and tossing it at the Tarakka, the single ball of energy splitting into many, and striking the target dead-on.
The shocked Tarakka squealed in pain and collapsed, facing away from Myston. Approaching the corpse, Myston scowled, dissatisfied with the challenge. If this is all Earth has to offer, he might as well climb back into his pod and find another planet. But as soon as this thought crossed his mind, the spider suddenly sprung to life, casting off a number of sharp, needle-like barbs on its abdomen, mast of them finding their mark and embedding themselves into Myston.
The Tarakka leapt forward and knocked Myston over; quickly sinking it’s fangs into his shoulder. Myston cried out and responded with a horn beam at point blank range to its mouth. The Tarakka scuttled off him, still wounded from the previous assault, and now stinging from this new attack. Myston scrambled to his feet, and tossed another volley of energy discs, the spider screeching and collapsing again, this time, beaten.
Panting as the poisons worked their way into his system, Myston viewed the Tarakka. The fight had been short, and the creature had only caused minimal damage. The small wounds from the barbs would heal within moments, and about a half-hour of healing meditation would neutralize the poison. His eyes narrowed. This thing did not provide him a decent challenge; therefore, he would follow the Karmian protocol for all victories over giant creatures.
Standing over the Tarakka, Myston stiffened his fingers, and thrust them into the spider’s head. It screeched, and then went limp. Had this thing provided him a better fight, Myston would have let it live. But now, it would provide him with food.
+35 MP
Heading down to the planet called “Earth” in a small pod, Myston looked forward to the many challenges that no doubt awaited him. This planet appeared to be teeming with giant beasts, many of whom displayed spectacular abilities. It also appeared that this planet would become ground zero for an impending war between its inhabitants and a multi-racial conglomerate of invaders known as the “Grand Alliance.” As it stood now, Myston was neutral, but if push came to shove, he knew he’d side with the Earthlings. But that was a decision that didn’t need to be made for some time now.
His pod landed rather gingerly on the ground, and Myston stepped out, stretching his arms and legs. Keying in a few commands on the side of the pod, it quickly closed all entrances and locked itself up, securing Myston a way back to his ship when he decided to leave.
Looking around him, Myston took in the landscape, breathing in the air and enjoying the scent of a large forest all around him. But this serenity was short-lived; as an audible hiss from some ways to his left caused him to snap his eyes open and go on alert. The author of the sound was a monstrous spider, known here as a Tarakka. The giant arachnid appeared to see Myston as a potential meal.
Smiling to himself, Myston realized that this would be an excellent test of the creatures that this planet housed. Myston took a step forward and let loose a roar, hoping to provoke the beast into attacking. The Tarakka just raised its legs and stood up on its back four legs, another hiss escaping it.
The seasoned fighting instincts within Myston saw a prime chance, and refused to let him pass up on it. With a speed that belied his size, Myston landed a direct punch squarely on the exposed underside of the Tarakka, sending it flying back several meters. The large, hairy Tarantula kaiju landed with a start, scrambling to face Myston once again, and charging it, fangs bared.
Myston kept his cool, and fired a horn beam, striking the ground in front of the spider, which caused it to stop, alarmed at the sudden attack, which is just what Myston wanted. He followed up by concentrating on his own internal energy, channeling it into his hand, and tossing it at the Tarakka, the single ball of energy splitting into many, and striking the target dead-on.
The shocked Tarakka squealed in pain and collapsed, facing away from Myston. Approaching the corpse, Myston scowled, dissatisfied with the challenge. If this is all Earth has to offer, he might as well climb back into his pod and find another planet. But as soon as this thought crossed his mind, the spider suddenly sprung to life, casting off a number of sharp, needle-like barbs on its abdomen, mast of them finding their mark and embedding themselves into Myston.
The Tarakka leapt forward and knocked Myston over; quickly sinking it’s fangs into his shoulder. Myston cried out and responded with a horn beam at point blank range to its mouth. The Tarakka scuttled off him, still wounded from the previous assault, and now stinging from this new attack. Myston scrambled to his feet, and tossed another volley of energy discs, the spider screeching and collapsing again, this time, beaten.
Panting as the poisons worked their way into his system, Myston viewed the Tarakka. The fight had been short, and the creature had only caused minimal damage. The small wounds from the barbs would heal within moments, and about a half-hour of healing meditation would neutralize the poison. His eyes narrowed. This thing did not provide him a decent challenge; therefore, he would follow the Karmian protocol for all victories over giant creatures.
Standing over the Tarakka, Myston stiffened his fingers, and thrust them into the spider’s head. It screeched, and then went limp. Had this thing provided him a better fight, Myston would have let it live. But now, it would provide him with food.
+35 MP