Post by The Merry Lambfish on Jan 10, 2014 0:19:18 GMT -5
Behemoth stood alone in his living quarters, a mountain's worth of small stones circling around him. A particular stone passed by a matching sized wound in his armor, and the mineral darted in and locked itself in place. The UCA's regeneration tanks had no effect on the titan; not even they could regrow rock. He was left to heal under his own power. A long process, but one Behemoth found relaxing.
But something troubled him. He could smell something... a fragrance he had not experienced in eons.
At his feet lay a silver crown, a gift given to the heroes for defeating Orsa. Though he, as a god over minerals, had no need for precious metals, Behemoth had accepted the token. Ages ago the mortals he had ruled over had showered him with gems and metals, and though he didn't care for the tribute, he took no mind to their actions. Taking what they had offered (and usually leaving them buried in some valley later), he returned their praise with a gift of his own: a nearly indestructible material from the very core of their planet.
Agronium.
And it was the familiar scent of agronium that had his attention.
The hiss of the door reached his ears. Stones still orbiting around him like an asteroid belt, Behemoth turned to face his visitor. He growled quizzically at the sight of a gigantic machine in the doorway.
It looked like cephalopod of shining armor. It's grinning, skull like face glared back at him, its crimson eyes burning into his green. Another growl came from Behemoth as he recognized the metal. So... it was agronium after all. But something felt wrong. The agronium felt evil... as if corrupted by something. For reasons even the short tempered titan couldn't explain, he felt instant hatred building inside.
"Mockery of life," he snarled. "For what reason do you bring your defiling presence to my land?"
The machine merely stepped inside, provoking a spout of ash to burst from Behemoth's cannons. "Remove yourself at once!" he shouted. His spiked knuckles ground themselves into the dirt.
The machine unleashed a mechanical growl of its own, pincer tipped tentacles snapping as it closed in.
Now Behemoth pressed forward, smoke rising from his nostrils. He leaned into its face and bellowed " YOU DARE TEST MY WR-"
He was cut off as a tentacle slammed into his chin. A sharp crack resonated around the living quarters. He felt his feet leave the ground.
Behemoth roared as he hit the ground, an explosion of dirt and stone drenching the grassy fields. Shoving himself up, he snarled at the machine, trembling in pure rage. This was the second opponent that had done this to him!
"YOU'RE MINE, WORM!"
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The faint buzzing of the UCA's drones reached Selstar's ears. He stood in the hanger, facing the pit of hellfire before him. Normally he found the sparks of flame calming, but he couldn't take his mind off the False Gods. One was here, that was certain. Who was to say the other two wouldn't arrive? Who was to say this planet wouldn't share the same fate as his world? If Abaddon failed... what then could protect him from their power?
The hanger doors burst open behind him, and the buzzing of the UCA's drones entered the room.
"Is their something I can help you with?" he asked, without turning around. His response was the deafening clang of something huge hitting to floor.
Selstar whirled around to see a perfectly shaped sphere of broken machinery and crushed agronium. Abaddon's cracked, dead eyes glared back at him.
The UCA's drones left the hanger as demonic energies took their place, carrying what was left of Abaddon away to be repaired, hopefully in time for the championship. Selstar sighed at his own stupidity. Of course a metallic opponent would be no match for the god of the earth. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead as he realized that he was alone, unprotected should the False Gods attempt to destroy him.
No...
He started at the realization, his heart pounding at the mere thought of such a risky move.
There was one way...
But something troubled him. He could smell something... a fragrance he had not experienced in eons.
At his feet lay a silver crown, a gift given to the heroes for defeating Orsa. Though he, as a god over minerals, had no need for precious metals, Behemoth had accepted the token. Ages ago the mortals he had ruled over had showered him with gems and metals, and though he didn't care for the tribute, he took no mind to their actions. Taking what they had offered (and usually leaving them buried in some valley later), he returned their praise with a gift of his own: a nearly indestructible material from the very core of their planet.
Agronium.
And it was the familiar scent of agronium that had his attention.
The hiss of the door reached his ears. Stones still orbiting around him like an asteroid belt, Behemoth turned to face his visitor. He growled quizzically at the sight of a gigantic machine in the doorway.
It looked like cephalopod of shining armor. It's grinning, skull like face glared back at him, its crimson eyes burning into his green. Another growl came from Behemoth as he recognized the metal. So... it was agronium after all. But something felt wrong. The agronium felt evil... as if corrupted by something. For reasons even the short tempered titan couldn't explain, he felt instant hatred building inside.
"Mockery of life," he snarled. "For what reason do you bring your defiling presence to my land?"
The machine merely stepped inside, provoking a spout of ash to burst from Behemoth's cannons. "Remove yourself at once!" he shouted. His spiked knuckles ground themselves into the dirt.
The machine unleashed a mechanical growl of its own, pincer tipped tentacles snapping as it closed in.
Now Behemoth pressed forward, smoke rising from his nostrils. He leaned into its face and bellowed " YOU DARE TEST MY WR-"
He was cut off as a tentacle slammed into his chin. A sharp crack resonated around the living quarters. He felt his feet leave the ground.
Behemoth roared as he hit the ground, an explosion of dirt and stone drenching the grassy fields. Shoving himself up, he snarled at the machine, trembling in pure rage. This was the second opponent that had done this to him!
"YOU'RE MINE, WORM!"
----------------------------
The faint buzzing of the UCA's drones reached Selstar's ears. He stood in the hanger, facing the pit of hellfire before him. Normally he found the sparks of flame calming, but he couldn't take his mind off the False Gods. One was here, that was certain. Who was to say the other two wouldn't arrive? Who was to say this planet wouldn't share the same fate as his world? If Abaddon failed... what then could protect him from their power?
The hanger doors burst open behind him, and the buzzing of the UCA's drones entered the room.
"Is their something I can help you with?" he asked, without turning around. His response was the deafening clang of something huge hitting to floor.
Selstar whirled around to see a perfectly shaped sphere of broken machinery and crushed agronium. Abaddon's cracked, dead eyes glared back at him.
The UCA's drones left the hanger as demonic energies took their place, carrying what was left of Abaddon away to be repaired, hopefully in time for the championship. Selstar sighed at his own stupidity. Of course a metallic opponent would be no match for the god of the earth. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead as he realized that he was alone, unprotected should the False Gods attempt to destroy him.
No...
He started at the realization, his heart pounding at the mere thought of such a risky move.
There was one way...