Squishing Squigs
- Location
- A Pit Of My Own Making
- Pronouns
- He/Him
The Hulk launched himself up, but only in a short hop, aiming for the centre of the swarm. Some of the creatures seemed to spot him while he was still in the air, looking up, but it was still too late. He landed hard, crushing them under his weight, popping them like balloons.
Others were launched away, crashing into their fellows. Almost as one, the creatures turned, looking with piggy eyes at the monster that had appeared in their midst. Hulk expected them to run - all puny creatures did - but instead they howled and leapt at him, teeth bared. Hulk watched, almost amused, as they clammed their jaws onto his limbs, teeth struggling to cut open his tough skin. He found it less amusing when one took a flying leap and attached itself to his face.
Roaring in anger, Hulk pulled the face-eater off and used him to lash out. His other hard tore off the other creatures, sometimes sinking his fingers into their rubbery skin and ripping them apart, leaving their jaws still relentlessly hanging on.
"Oy! 'Oo da heff du youz tink youz are?" The Hulk saw that the herder was apparching, their large mount barging past its smaller fellows. The herder, Hulk realized, had green skined, and was wearing dirty leather clothes. Across their body were numerous instruments of pain; leather whips, metal brands and rusty knives. In their hands was a long pole, with a metal pincer on the end, that they thrusted towards the Hulk. "No git gets to rustle Longhook's squigs an'," - with his free hand Hulk grabbed the pole, below the pincer - "oh zog."
With a heave, Hulk pulled the pole towards and over himself. The herder came with it, still holding on, and was thrown over Hulk's shoulder, finally letting go and landing harshly in the swarm, which quickly jumped on them. Their mount, suddenly riderless, charged at the Hulk, who slammed the pole pincer first into it. It forced the creature down, metal being pushed into the sand. The beast, pinned to the floor and bleeding from it's stubby neck, still thrashed and snarled. So Hulk stepped on its head, crushing it.
Finally the smaller creatures were getting the message; keeping just out of Hulk reach, leaping forward when he turned away from them to snap at his heels. Idly kicking one into the air, Hulk looked over to where the herder had landed to see them pushing out of the swarm atop them, creatures rolling away with blackish blood pouring from wounds. "Roight den, I'is proper pissed uff!" In one hand they held a blocky handgun, while in the other was a wicked looking knife, which they pointed threateningly at the Hulk. "I'is gonna skin ya 'nd make a tent from ya!"
Hulk has attacked, and found them wanting. What will he do now? (Feel free to write in your own idea)
[] Keep fighting
Hulk will keep up the attack until everything is dead, or has run off.
[] Kill the Herder, then leave
The swarming creatures aren't much of a threat, but this one is. Finish him off.
[] Leave
There's not much point to this fight. The Hulk will simply jump away
Thoughts so far?
Others were launched away, crashing into their fellows. Almost as one, the creatures turned, looking with piggy eyes at the monster that had appeared in their midst. Hulk expected them to run - all puny creatures did - but instead they howled and leapt at him, teeth bared. Hulk watched, almost amused, as they clammed their jaws onto his limbs, teeth struggling to cut open his tough skin. He found it less amusing when one took a flying leap and attached itself to his face.
Roaring in anger, Hulk pulled the face-eater off and used him to lash out. His other hard tore off the other creatures, sometimes sinking his fingers into their rubbery skin and ripping them apart, leaving their jaws still relentlessly hanging on.
"Oy! 'Oo da heff du youz tink youz are?" The Hulk saw that the herder was apparching, their large mount barging past its smaller fellows. The herder, Hulk realized, had green skined, and was wearing dirty leather clothes. Across their body were numerous instruments of pain; leather whips, metal brands and rusty knives. In their hands was a long pole, with a metal pincer on the end, that they thrusted towards the Hulk. "No git gets to rustle Longhook's squigs an'," - with his free hand Hulk grabbed the pole, below the pincer - "oh zog."
With a heave, Hulk pulled the pole towards and over himself. The herder came with it, still holding on, and was thrown over Hulk's shoulder, finally letting go and landing harshly in the swarm, which quickly jumped on them. Their mount, suddenly riderless, charged at the Hulk, who slammed the pole pincer first into it. It forced the creature down, metal being pushed into the sand. The beast, pinned to the floor and bleeding from it's stubby neck, still thrashed and snarled. So Hulk stepped on its head, crushing it.
Finally the smaller creatures were getting the message; keeping just out of Hulk reach, leaping forward when he turned away from them to snap at his heels. Idly kicking one into the air, Hulk looked over to where the herder had landed to see them pushing out of the swarm atop them, creatures rolling away with blackish blood pouring from wounds. "Roight den, I'is proper pissed uff!" In one hand they held a blocky handgun, while in the other was a wicked looking knife, which they pointed threateningly at the Hulk. "I'is gonna skin ya 'nd make a tent from ya!"
Hulk has attacked, and found them wanting. What will he do now? (Feel free to write in your own idea)
[] Keep fighting
Hulk will keep up the attack until everything is dead, or has run off.
[] Kill the Herder, then leave
The swarming creatures aren't much of a threat, but this one is. Finish him off.
[] Leave
There's not much point to this fight. The Hulk will simply jump away
Thoughts so far?
