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Riot » Fri Mar 19, 2004 6:21 pm
I was trying to give others a chance to post.<BR><BR>*crickets chirp*<BR><BR>Well then...<BR><BR>*Due to the proximity of the orcs, archery has lost its efficacy. Riot unsheathes her sword, and parries, as she makes her way to the river. A few pricks from the business end of the dinky orcish weapons convince her that perhaps she should do a little more than parrying. Shifting to the offensive, Riot deals a dirty kick to the orcish privates, before remembering that they are supposedly genderless. Still, the smelly one goes down with an "Oomf" and Riot supposes the impact of the groin kick is not lost. <BR><BR>Swinging her blade, she parts the face of an orc in a non-symmetrical cut, not improving its already painfully bad looks. <BR><BR><em>It could be considered modern art...</em><BR><BR>The crowd is thickening, and Riot decides it would be wise to make it to the river with a bit more haste, and then proceed to massacre her foes. Whirling her sword a bit carelessly, she makes her way through a spray of blood and gore, down the slippery banks, and through the clumpy reeds, to the polluted waters.<BR><BR>A smaller goblin presumes to tackle Riot as she plods soggily through the pit of bloated floaters. With an aggravated snarl, she wrestles it under the water and benevolently teaches it to breathe...err...tries to teach it to breathe like a fish. Unfortunately, with another onslaught of fey freaks, she is forced to plunge a wrist dagger into her writhing pupil. And he was learning so well...<BR><BR>Grinning at a pissy looking J_F, Riot wipes her brow with her sleeve and exhales. <BR><BR>"If it weren't for the smell..."<BR><BR>The hissing and shouting of orcs drowns out her sarcastic comment, and in response Riot proceeds to begin truly hacking and slashing at the orcs.<BR><BR>"Everyone's a critic..."<BR><BR>The first one to reach her midstream is disarmed, of whatever that pointy prober was, and promptly put onto the pike-ish protrusion.<BR><BR>The second and third ones are beheaded after a few choice strokes to the more tender parts of the body. <BR><BR>"Any preferences Lark? Shoulder, tongue, loin? I might suggest the rump..."<BR><BR>J_F gets an almost thoughtful look on his face as he shoves a curved dagger into the throat of a howling orc. <BR><BR>"That's not funny."<BR><BR>Riot shrugs and continues to single out the ugliest orcs. How shallow. Seeing a particularly hideous creation, Riot gapes for a moment before nocking her bow. <BR><BR>His face is utterly loathesome. Pockmarked, puke green, and tinged puce. Oily wisps of thinning hair cling to his leathery scalp. His eyes are beady and yellow, almost invisible beneath the rolls of grimy skin. His nose is bulbous, and with her weak human eyes, Riot must squint to confirm the presence of mucus drips. His lips are torn and gray, revealing a less than five pointy blackened teeth. He jiggles as he walks and his armor is made from the crudest of rotting beast-skin. And even from her position, Riot is certain that the putrid stench she commented on could come from no other.<BR><BR>His name is Squibbermike the Repulsive, and he such an affront to decency... <BR><BR>Riot debates the choicest manner of killing him. That one head to show to the boys back home. Gritting her teeth, and trying to hold her nose (it is terribly difficult while shooting), she lets the arrow fly. The missile strikes true and disappears beneath the layers of fat in his gut. He grunts loudly and looks over at the three defenders.<BR><BR>J_F whistles softly.<BR><BR>"That is one ugly son of a mûmakil..."<BR><BR>Riot changes weapons again as the orcs crowd closer. Squibbermike slides down the bank, his bountiful blubber bouncing in the wind.<BR><BR>Riot and J_F oggle the beast a bit more before returning to their slaying.<BR><BR>"...Incredible..."<BR><BR>Riot