Re: {Round 2} Dead Like Me
No big deal, Johnny thought unconvincingly as the ground seemed to joyously shoot up to meet him. It was just like skydiving, only without the parachute...
Hm. Not that comforting a thought. Nevertheless, he mustn't lose confidence, right? Those minions were pussies, anyways.
The zombie focused, crimson eyes burning, as he tumbled towards another gaping portal. Time slowed around him, like he was running at full speed through a bowl of clear honey, sticky and slow. I could totally own everyone in The Matrix.
He gained control of his descent and, without even a wince, ripped his left arm out of its socket. It fell, still grasping the flaming sword, and was sucked into the portal. With luck, it would pop up again somewhere else. Johnny cracked his knuckles as he rotated once more, preparing to enter the dark pool of magic feet-first.
Seconds later, he fell into the portal. A strange feeling enveloped him. If air in bullettime had felt like moving through honey, the portal felt more like...jell-o. Ha, kinda like that one time with those two sexy wrestling chicks found a big cauldron at that bar in Vegas...good times...
Oh, right. A battle.
Johnny's arm, flung up above his head, bathed itself in holy flames and melted the rock around the portal, leaving deep gashes in the beige stone. He remained suspended in the portal with only a strong grip in semi-molten rock tethering him to that location. A split second later, he felt his second arm shoot out of another portal ten yards away. With a buzz, it zipped through the air and began to engage the lich that had summoned him. A louder buzz entered Johnny's ear-area; did his foe have a chainsaw? That would be pretty badass.
After a few seconds, he hauled himself out of the portal and tip-toed through the maze of portals, pausing when he reached the robed skeleton. His second arm was fending off attacks ferociously--Johnny would have applauded, but one hand cannot clap no matter what those damn Buddhists say--and it was time to give it a hand.
Ha, ha, ha.
Holy energy buzzed and crackled into life around his right fist--the one still attached--and burst forward in a bright, gleaming pillar. The lich, distracted by the floating arm, took the brunt of the golden-colored blow, pitching forward into one of his own portals. The floating arm whizzed back towards its body, attaching with a click.
"That's some nice unarmed combat, that is," Johnny commented, turning to see his summoner erupt out of a portal, his saw-blade hissing angrily. Vaguely, Johnny wondered how his fellow skeleton had summoned him from America. Obviously, some sort of arcane magic, or Magick if he felt particularly fancy. He could just ask politely.
Or he could beat seven kinds of hell out of this skeletal poser until he confessed using his own Free Will.