Fate/In Glory Of (Worm)
- Thread starter Jefardi
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- Crossover Modern Superhero
Aporia 03.10.03
[X] ...had the giant to rip the vehicle in half. That'll stop it from firing!
Taylor had started to backpedal the moment she saw it.
There was no sense in standing out in the open.
"The vehicle. Don't let it hurt anyone. Break it."
The muscle flexed.
A creature of steel-like sinew appeared for but a moment before concrete shattered under its foot.
Taylor let out an undignified noise as the blast of disturbed snow knocked her over.
"What the fuc-"
That was as much as Taylor could hear before the boom of one of its tank turrets went off. At an odd angle, something smashed into the ground, causing another mist of white dust to go into the air.
The 'something' then bounced.
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Ka-Ka-Ka-Ka
Boom-boom-boom
It sounded as if a war had just started to Taylor as she crawled behind a car.
Light illuminated the dark evening as every gun on the big rig started to fire at once. Things that sounded like machine guns opened up with a rat-tat-tat-tat-tat, each one off beat from the other. The larger ones fired, each shot causing a physical sound wave that rustled Taylor's clothes from half a block away.
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That didn't stop the roar that came from the giant.
Taylor watched in awe as the dark shape had gotten up from where he had landed and started to stride towards the vehicle.
Stride was the operative word.
Each step gained speed.
The stone-sword in his hand was a blur. A solid onyx wall from how fast it swung.
Then he flew backwards, his left knee cratering into the street in a fumble.
One of the large guns fired.
His body tumbled a few yards before he regained his footing.
The pool of… not energy, but distance? Time? It was hard to quantify, but whatever it was, it started to diminish faster. If Taylor had to guess, something had actually injured the giant. How bad, she couldn't say.
Where before, it was a stride, this now was a mad dash.
Muscles flexed with a desperate need for speed.
Yet he almost fumbled again.
His advance slowed, the yards he was gaining with every step turned into feet into inches.
"EAT THAT COCKSUCKER! CHOKE ON IT! AHAHAHA!"
A baleful red eye glowed.
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The giant leapt forward.
The distance shrank in a matter of a blink of an eye.
Tracer rounds lit up the sky as they couldn't track him fast enough.
With a resounding crunch, he landed on top of the big rig's cab and grabbed the nearest turret. With a screech of metal and an arc of sparks more brilliant than any Taylor had seen before, he ripped it off and smashed it into the next closest one.
"DUMB BITCH I SAID USE THE MOTHERFUCKER!"
The trailer's sides fell down and with a quicker motion than she had seen from the rest of the contraption, a new gun sprang up.
Gun was a bit of a misnomer.
Rather, it was the length of the trailer and looked like it might belong on a battleship.
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The crack of it firing shattered every window for a block.
It swatted the giant away.
Out of her line of sight.
A second later an explosion rocked Taylor, the car she was hiding behind moving half a foot.
This wasn't going exactly like how Taylor thought it would.
Taylor…
[X] ...let the giant keep doing what he was doing. It'll probably sort itself out?
[X] ...told him to target one of the capes. They're controlling the vehicle.
[X] ...told him to dodge. He didn't see to be doing much of that when it'd be far safer.
[X] ...disengaged, this might actually kill him.
Author's note: Trying something different with combat, where Taylor is able to affect mid-combat. Also I'm not dead!
Squealer rolled really well on how stronk her vehicle is.
Taylor had started to backpedal the moment she saw it.
There was no sense in standing out in the open.
"The vehicle. Don't let it hurt anyone. Break it."
The muscle flexed.
A creature of steel-like sinew appeared for but a moment before concrete shattered under its foot.
Taylor let out an undignified noise as the blast of disturbed snow knocked her over.
"What the fuc-"
That was as much as Taylor could hear before the boom of one of its tank turrets went off. At an odd angle, something smashed into the ground, causing another mist of white dust to go into the air.
The 'something' then bounced.
░░░▒▒▒▒▓▓▓███████████████-
Ka-Ka-Ka-Ka
Boom-boom-boom
It sounded as if a war had just started to Taylor as she crawled behind a car.
Light illuminated the dark evening as every gun on the big rig started to fire at once. Things that sounded like machine guns opened up with a rat-tat-tat-tat-tat, each one off beat from the other. The larger ones fired, each shot causing a physical sound wave that rustled Taylor's clothes from half a block away.
-████████████████████-
That didn't stop the roar that came from the giant.
Taylor watched in awe as the dark shape had gotten up from where he had landed and started to stride towards the vehicle.
Stride was the operative word.
Each step gained speed.
The stone-sword in his hand was a blur. A solid onyx wall from how fast it swung.
Then he flew backwards, his left knee cratering into the street in a fumble.
One of the large guns fired.
His body tumbled a few yards before he regained his footing.
The pool of… not energy, but distance? Time? It was hard to quantify, but whatever it was, it started to diminish faster. If Taylor had to guess, something had actually injured the giant. How bad, she couldn't say.
Where before, it was a stride, this now was a mad dash.
Muscles flexed with a desperate need for speed.
Yet he almost fumbled again.
His advance slowed, the yards he was gaining with every step turned into feet into inches.
"EAT THAT COCKSUCKER! CHOKE ON IT! AHAHAHA!"
A baleful red eye glowed.
-██████████████████████-
The giant leapt forward.
The distance shrank in a matter of a blink of an eye.
Tracer rounds lit up the sky as they couldn't track him fast enough.
With a resounding crunch, he landed on top of the big rig's cab and grabbed the nearest turret. With a screech of metal and an arc of sparks more brilliant than any Taylor had seen before, he ripped it off and smashed it into the next closest one.
"DUMB BITCH I SAID USE THE MOTHERFUCKER!"
The trailer's sides fell down and with a quicker motion than she had seen from the rest of the contraption, a new gun sprang up.
Gun was a bit of a misnomer.
Rather, it was the length of the trailer and looked like it might belong on a battleship.
-█████████████████░▒▓░░░░
The crack of it firing shattered every window for a block.
It swatted the giant away.
Out of her line of sight.
A second later an explosion rocked Taylor, the car she was hiding behind moving half a foot.
This wasn't going exactly like how Taylor thought it would.
Taylor…
[X] ...let the giant keep doing what he was doing. It'll probably sort itself out?
[X] ...told him to target one of the capes. They're controlling the vehicle.
[X] ...told him to dodge. He didn't see to be doing much of that when it'd be far safer.
[X] ...disengaged, this might actually kill him.
Author's note: Trying something different with combat, where Taylor is able to affect mid-combat. Also I'm not dead!
Squealer rolled really well on how stronk her vehicle is.
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Deadweight Hero
I can't beat the demon lord help-
[X] ...told him to dodge. He didn't see to be doing much of that when it'd be far safer.
lol what got that reaction?
- Location
- Oklahoma
[X] ...told him to dodge. He didn't see to be doing much of that when it'd be far safer.
Dodge, Duck, Dip, Dive, and Dodge. if you can dodge a bullet you can dodge a ball
Dodge, Duck, Dip, Dive, and Dodge. if you can dodge a bullet you can dodge a ball
- Pronouns
- He
Heracles's dodge/speed rolls were shit and he got smacked.
Wasn't expecting that tbh
It's... hard to explain and it effects the current vote. There are other factors that aren't obvious.
- Pronouns
- She/Her
[X] ...let the giant keep doing what he was doing. It'll probably sort itself out?
So uh, if Herc dodges... What are those missiles going to slam into instead? Us? Random buildings with people inside them? No thank you. I feel like we asked him to avoid collateral at some point? So unless I'm making that up, he's tanking those shots on purpose, I'm pretty sure.
Likewise for changing targets, targeting the capes is likely to end poorly...for the capes, but I don't think Taylor is interested in watching Herc bisect someone with just his grip strength, and there's a non-zero chance of that or another similar sort of accident happening.
Herc's not just running into a wall, he's actively removing the weaponry. The current plan is already a good one, Herc was basically winning before they brought out the super-gun. If he can take out the super-gun, he's basically home-free; I doubt they have another, super-super-gun hidden in there. And if he ends up actually taking too much damage to remain manifested, that's our queue to retreat. That'd suck, but they're robbing a convenience store, not killing toddlers. It wouldn't be the end of the world.
So uh, if Herc dodges... What are those missiles going to slam into instead? Us? Random buildings with people inside them? No thank you. I feel like we asked him to avoid collateral at some point? So unless I'm making that up, he's tanking those shots on purpose, I'm pretty sure.
Likewise for changing targets, targeting the capes is likely to end poorly...for the capes, but I don't think Taylor is interested in watching Herc bisect someone with just his grip strength, and there's a non-zero chance of that or another similar sort of accident happening.
Herc's not just running into a wall, he's actively removing the weaponry. The current plan is already a good one, Herc was basically winning before they brought out the super-gun. If he can take out the super-gun, he's basically home-free; I doubt they have another, super-super-gun hidden in there. And if he ends up actually taking too much damage to remain manifested, that's our queue to retreat. That'd suck, but they're robbing a convenience store, not killing toddlers. It wouldn't be the end of the world.
I will say that to Taylor it doesn't look like there is anything else hidden unless it goes full transformers. The big artillery piece (it's a 8 inch gun) took up the entire trailer.
That's not me confirming or denying there's more. I usually clarify information if Taylor could reasonable notice it.
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[X] ...let the giant keep doing what he was doing. It'll probably sort itself out?
KindredVoid
Shard Whisperer
[X] ...let the giant keep doing what he was doing. It'll probably sort itself out?
If he dodges the shot, it's going into the city. Where doesn't matter, we know it's a terribly capable weapon for the likes of Squealer to make.
Taylor would end up causing a lot of death possibly if told the giant to stop. Right now he needs to tear that weapon apart.
If he dodges the shot, it's going into the city. Where doesn't matter, we know it's a terribly capable weapon for the likes of Squealer to make.
Taylor would end up causing a lot of death possibly if told the giant to stop. Right now he needs to tear that weapon apart.
Zedman7054
Eternally 3rd
- Location
- United States
Don't forget, Herc is on a time limit. Taylor can only keep him manifested for so long before it starts taking a toll on her. Not to mention Herc can be killed. I don't think God Hand has activated, meaning the tank hasn't killed him yet, I feel like there would have been some kind of notification of that. If Herc is being pushed around by the amount of firepower they are throwing at him, actually...
Skidmark has the power to create zones that affect momentum. Is he powering up Squeler's guns or using it to help throw Herc back? That sounds plausible. I don't think the Merchants have anyone else fighting here, we would notice Mush or the other guy, so targeting the cape's might be a more efficient option. But nobody else has voted for it... eh and either way we have to get through the wave of lead and stop the tank. I just don't like being given an option to change tactics mid-fight, and then choose not to, it feels like...wasting an opportunity.
[X] ...let the giant keep doing what he was doing. It'll probably sort itself out?
We've seen that the big gun is enough to throw Herc around, but it hasn't really hurt him much, meaning we know he can take it, while the buildings around likely can't. And while the property damage really wouldn't be our fault, that would fall on the Merchants for using the weapons in the first place and few people would admit to judging someone for not wanting to be shot with a massive cannon, blame and guilt will fall where it will, guided by emotions as much if not more so than logic.
Skidmark has the power to create zones that affect momentum. Is he powering up Squeler's guns or using it to help throw Herc back? That sounds plausible. I don't think the Merchants have anyone else fighting here, we would notice Mush or the other guy, so targeting the cape's might be a more efficient option. But nobody else has voted for it... eh and either way we have to get through the wave of lead and stop the tank. I just don't like being given an option to change tactics mid-fight, and then choose not to, it feels like...wasting an opportunity.
[X] ...let the giant keep doing what he was doing. It'll probably sort itself out?
We've seen that the big gun is enough to throw Herc around, but it hasn't really hurt him much, meaning we know he can take it, while the buildings around likely can't. And while the property damage really wouldn't be our fault, that would fall on the Merchants for using the weapons in the first place and few people would admit to judging someone for not wanting to be shot with a massive cannon, blame and guilt will fall where it will, guided by emotions as much if not more so than logic.
[X] ...told him to target one of the capes. They're controlling the vehicle.
- [X] Squealer
I'm not sorry.
Edit: Am sorry about not clarifying.
- [X] Squealer
I'm not sorry.
Edit: Am sorry about not clarifying.
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Which one, squealer or skidmark?
03.10.04 tiebreaker
BBBence1111
Harbinger of Bad Luck
- Location
- Magyarország
[X] ...let the giant keep doing what he was doing. It'll probably sort itself out?
I'll take the blame
I'll take the blame
So you shall.
Alternatively there could be a bunch more votes and it changes. But if it ties again this is auto winning.
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Aporia 03.10.04
[X] ...let the giant keep doing what he was doing. It'll probably sort itself out?
Taylor couldn't really see what was happening, nor was she able to keep up with it when she could; she had long ago found out that the giant could move far faster than she could respond.
It seemed prudent to let him keep doing what he was doing.
Plus, for some inane reason she could not imagine him losing. Ever. He was the best!
Even huddled behind the car, her expression scrunched at that notion.
Where the hell did that thought come from?
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The noise crescendo'd into a roar before finally ceasing.
The pool the giant pulled from when he was manifest drained faster- if she had been standing then the emptying of whatever it was would have put on the ground.
Shuffling on her knees, Taylor made her way to the corner of the building. The mutant tank had started to tread towards a small brick building of some kind- Taylor couldn't tell what it had been because most of it was just gone. Masonry debris and snow flurries obscured the spot that Taylor knew the giant to be at.
If she had to guess it was from a quarter ton of giant being knocked into it.
"Hahahah, eat that cockdribbler! SUCK IT! SUCK IT DEEP!"
A red glow cut through the obfuscation.
The giant walked out of it.
He was not unharmed.
A good portion of his lower torso was just gone; however he was staying together was not something that would have worked for a normal human. A beach-ball size chunk was just see-through.
His gaze was locked onto the vehicle.
Red blossomed out through his being, starting from the center of his chest until the dull grey skin had turned a faded shade of pink.
BOOM!
The massive gun on the trailer shot again, the concussive force driving Taylor to the ground in pain as her ears felt like they were bleeding as the sky turned into a sickly rainbow.
The shadow was not happy.
This was not an uncommon occurrence for itself, but it was especially unhappy right now.
The crimson furor was particularly clouding its thoughts.
The girl had told it to not let the contraption hurt anyone and to break it.
These were the limits it had for this fight.
Ignoring the projectiles would have been easier but the girl had said to not let anyone else get injured.
The shadow did not know how to protect besides killing everything that could hurt its target.
Or, the thought was molasses dripping into its ears, by being the target itself.
The shadow had done that; tanking the hits.
While the hits weren't enough to harm it, the physical force literally meant it had trouble getting close enough.
Then the ground itself had started to push it back.
It stunk of some kind of foul trickery.
When the large projectile had fired, the shadow had known that it would be able to break through the aegis that the Gods had given it.
But the first command the girl had given the shadow had not let it do anything but take it head-on. It didn't know if that projectile would have harmed bystanders if it went by the shadow, but it seemed likely.
The cylinder had exploded halfway inside of its lower intestines.
Even through the curtain of red wrath it felt that pain.
It would not let that happen again.
The launcher fired again.
The shadow leaned to the right, it's left hand outstretched, it's right hand planting its stone sword-axe into the ground.
The smooth brown domed cylinder slid into its left hand before crunching slightly under pressure, as it braced against the sword.
The sword-axe pivoted the shadow, acting as a lever.
The left hand let go.
It's vision went pure white for a moment; for a singular frame of its continuity it could see nothing.
The white resolved itself into a technicolour rainbow that bloomed from the point of contact, arcing dozens of times its own height high into the air and continuing upwards.
The back half of the contraption was now gone.
As well as a lot of the road.
Pipes were visible criss-crossing into jagged ends within the crater.
The shadow stepped forward.
A moving point of danger closed in on it.
It's left hand came up.
A steel needle was embedded partially through its' palm.
A swirl of blackness was all the shadow could see of its origin point.
Taylor's ears rang as she pulled herself up against the building.
It was all she could hear as the sky was overtaken by an expanding plume of colours and contrasts.
That is what she chose to blame as the Merchant's vehicle nearly ran her over as it sped away, clipping through the building.
...and the giant was not chasing after it. Instead he was staring at something above her.
Taylor…
[] ...had the giant chase after them. She wasn't going to let them get away after this much effort.
[] ...let the giant keep doing what it was doing.
[] ...decided to go home because this escalated. Also it hurts.
Author's note: Apologies for the long delay on this! Part of it was it ended up as a three way tie for a while and then I was traveling and occupied with editing a friend's work.
My general goal is usually get something out every two weeks. This chapter in particular was just 'I finally have a few hours free' and I banged this out in an hour.
Thanks for reading!
Taylor couldn't really see what was happening, nor was she able to keep up with it when she could; she had long ago found out that the giant could move far faster than she could respond.
It seemed prudent to let him keep doing what he was doing.
Plus, for some inane reason she could not imagine him losing. Ever. He was the best!
Even huddled behind the car, her expression scrunched at that notion.
Where the hell did that thought come from?
-░▒▓████████ !
The noise crescendo'd into a roar before finally ceasing.
The pool the giant pulled from when he was manifest drained faster- if she had been standing then the emptying of whatever it was would have put on the ground.
Shuffling on her knees, Taylor made her way to the corner of the building. The mutant tank had started to tread towards a small brick building of some kind- Taylor couldn't tell what it had been because most of it was just gone. Masonry debris and snow flurries obscured the spot that Taylor knew the giant to be at.
If she had to guess it was from a quarter ton of giant being knocked into it.
"Hahahah, eat that cockdribbler! SUCK IT! SUCK IT DEEP!"
A red glow cut through the obfuscation.
The giant walked out of it.
He was not unharmed.
A good portion of his lower torso was just gone; however he was staying together was not something that would have worked for a normal human. A beach-ball size chunk was just see-through.
His gaze was locked onto the vehicle.
Red blossomed out through his being, starting from the center of his chest until the dull grey skin had turned a faded shade of pink.
BOOM!
The massive gun on the trailer shot again, the concussive force driving Taylor to the ground in pain as her ears felt like they were bleeding as the sky turned into a sickly rainbow.
The shadow was not happy.
This was not an uncommon occurrence for itself, but it was especially unhappy right now.
The crimson furor was particularly clouding its thoughts.
The girl had told it to not let the contraption hurt anyone and to break it.
These were the limits it had for this fight.
Ignoring the projectiles would have been easier but the girl had said to not let anyone else get injured.
The shadow did not know how to protect besides killing everything that could hurt its target.
Or, the thought was molasses dripping into its ears, by being the target itself.
The shadow had done that; tanking the hits.
While the hits weren't enough to harm it, the physical force literally meant it had trouble getting close enough.
Then the ground itself had started to push it back.
It stunk of some kind of foul trickery.
When the large projectile had fired, the shadow had known that it would be able to break through the aegis that the Gods had given it.
But the first command the girl had given the shadow had not let it do anything but take it head-on. It didn't know if that projectile would have harmed bystanders if it went by the shadow, but it seemed likely.
The cylinder had exploded halfway inside of its lower intestines.
Even through the curtain of red wrath it felt that pain.
It would not let that happen again.
The launcher fired again.
The shadow leaned to the right, it's left hand outstretched, it's right hand planting its stone sword-axe into the ground.
The smooth brown domed cylinder slid into its left hand before crunching slightly under pressure, as it braced against the sword.
The sword-axe pivoted the shadow, acting as a lever.
The left hand let go.
It's vision went pure white for a moment; for a singular frame of its continuity it could see nothing.
The white resolved itself into a technicolour rainbow that bloomed from the point of contact, arcing dozens of times its own height high into the air and continuing upwards.
The back half of the contraption was now gone.
As well as a lot of the road.
Pipes were visible criss-crossing into jagged ends within the crater.
The shadow stepped forward.
A moving point of danger closed in on it.
It's left hand came up.
A steel needle was embedded partially through its' palm.
A swirl of blackness was all the shadow could see of its origin point.
Taylor's ears rang as she pulled herself up against the building.
It was all she could hear as the sky was overtaken by an expanding plume of colours and contrasts.
That is what she chose to blame as the Merchant's vehicle nearly ran her over as it sped away, clipping through the building.
...and the giant was not chasing after it. Instead he was staring at something above her.
Taylor…
[] ...had the giant chase after them. She wasn't going to let them get away after this much effort.
[] ...let the giant keep doing what it was doing.
[] ...decided to go home because this escalated. Also it hurts.
Author's note: Apologies for the long delay on this! Part of it was it ended up as a three way tie for a while and then I was traveling and occupied with editing a friend's work.
My general goal is usually get something out every two weeks. This chapter in particular was just 'I finally have a few hours free' and I banged this out in an hour.
Thanks for reading!
xamaplak
WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU'RE @SOUP?
- Location
- the Soup Store
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Serendipitous timing, I just caught up and hit 'warvh', navigated away, and then instant satisfaction. A steel needle, a swirl of darkness? ...Shadow Stalker attacking, possibly unsanctioned, or something else? Hm... Might be reading too much into it, but it looks too me like Taylor was affected by whatever was injected into Hercules.
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