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@bakedinhell-archived
"HEYA! Ya wanna learn more about tha' spiciest tribes around, dontcha? WELL! You've come to tha right cookie! Mala Sauce is the name, and I'm ALL SPICE! I've got my trusty morning star anise here, and I'll cut down any obstacle in my way! Now... May I get one of them.. er.. promos?"
[PROMO for Mala Sauce!]
Yam had heard enough about 'Dark' apparently abandoning Milk.. His mace dragged behind him as he approached the ruined castle, a scowl on his face.. (@Bakedinhell)
Everything was wrong…completely and utterly and totally wrong. The trees were barren, shriveled and dead.
And from every crack, a strange red mist started to leak out. It swirled around Yam’s feet…..and he could feel his fire burning hotter.
As he entered the castle…it was not Black he found sitting on the throne…but instead the white knight, idly examining the head of a prior victim, half melted and broken.
( @bakedinhell )
Yam took a step back… then forward. No. He came here for a fucking fight. He refuses to back down.. he won’t. Yam spun his mace around in his hand, getting into a battle ready position.
“YEAH, yeah.. FINE. LET’S GO ALREADY!” He said, but he didn’t swing. only prepared to counter or guard. He remember what happened last time.. His arm was broken, electrocuted… He wasn’t risking it.
Even if they didn’t remember his erratic attack patterns.
Black laughed and banged his sword on the ground….then charged. He got very…very close….Yam could wee the insane, bloodthirsty look in his eyes, before he finally dragged his sword over his head. He started hacking and slashing wildly where ever he saw purple.
Yam started to dodge, moving his mace in a way to block. There was a loud clashing of weapons, but Yam attempted to focus.
He ducked down and swung under Black.. attempted to. When Black didn’t seem to flinch, and moved the sword towards him, Yam practically rolled away, carrying his mace close..
..just keep moving..
Black kept after Yam, swinging wildly as he moved. He wasn’t thinking. There was no pattern. He just wanted to hurt Yam. That is all he ever wanted!
He wanted to see him bleeding, broken. Yam could feel the static charging in the air. He wasn’t stopping. He wasn’t going to stop unless Yam stopped him.
Soon.. Yam grew tired of dodging, raising his weapon. The berserker began to attempt to block the swings as he moved.
At one point, Yam decided to swing. His left arm shielding himself using the armor on his arm, his right arm swinging at Black Knight.
Yam can’t dodge forever. He knows that, and it won’t stop Black..
Black reacted to the swinging by shifting positions…and swinging outward.
CRACK!
He watched with a cruel grin as the mace clattered against the floor. He smiled and stepped on the hand, feeling it crack under his weight.
Yam was still standing…good good….this one will be fun then. Black spun his sword and stomped closer to Yam. How much can come off….before he falls?
LET’S FIND OUT!
Yam didn't seem to process the pain at first, staring in shock and anger that Black Knight had just so easily ripped off his right arm, now a cracked mess of light purple and red liquid. A mix of jam and a purple goo began to flow from his now literal broken off arm, dripping everywhere.
He blinked back tears of pain, gritting his teeth, bearing with it.. Then his eyes darted to the mace. Yam can't block without his weapon, and it'd be hard to look for a opening even with it.
But he'd rather not risk it.. So Yam sidesteps, running to the side of Black Knight before doving for his mace.
Yam had heard enough about 'Dark' apparently abandoning Milk.. His mace dragged behind him as he approached the ruined castle, a scowl on his face.. (@Bakedinhell)
Everything was wrong…completely and utterly and totally wrong. The trees were barren, shriveled and dead.
And from every crack, a strange red mist started to leak out. It swirled around Yam’s feet…..and he could feel his fire burning hotter.
As he entered the castle…it was not Black he found sitting on the throne…but instead the white knight, idly examining the head of a prior victim, half melted and broken.
( @bakedinhell )
Yam took a step back… then forward. No. He came here for a fucking fight. He refuses to back down.. he won’t. Yam spun his mace around in his hand, getting into a battle ready position.
“YEAH, yeah.. FINE. LET’S GO ALREADY!” He said, but he didn’t swing. only prepared to counter or guard. He remember what happened last time.. His arm was broken, electrocuted… He wasn’t risking it.
Even if they didn’t remember his erratic attack patterns.
Black laughed and banged his sword on the ground….then charged. He got very…very close….Yam could wee the insane, bloodthirsty look in his eyes, before he finally dragged his sword over his head. He started hacking and slashing wildly where ever he saw purple.
Yam started to dodge, moving his mace in a way to block. There was a loud clashing of weapons, but Yam attempted to focus.
He ducked down and swung under Black.. attempted to. When Black didn’t seem to flinch, and moved the sword towards him, Yam practically rolled away, carrying his mace close..
..just keep moving..
Black kept after Yam, swinging wildly as he moved. He wasn’t thinking. There was no pattern. He just wanted to hurt Yam. That is all he ever wanted!
He wanted to see him bleeding, broken. Yam could feel the static charging in the air. He wasn’t stopping. He wasn’t going to stop unless Yam stopped him.
Soon.. Yam grew tired of dodging, raising his weapon. The berserker began to attempt to block the swings as he moved.
At one point, Yam decided to swing. His left arm shielding himself using the armor on his arm, his right arm swinging at Black Knight.
Yam can't dodge forever. He knows that, and it won't stop Black..
Yam had heard enough about 'Dark' apparently abandoning Milk.. His mace dragged behind him as he approached the ruined castle, a scowl on his face.. (@Bakedinhell)
Everything was wrong…completely and utterly and totally wrong. The trees were barren, shriveled and dead.
And from every crack, a strange red mist started to leak out. It swirled around Yam’s feet…..and he could feel his fire burning hotter.
As he entered the castle…it was not Black he found sitting on the throne…but instead the white knight, idly examining the head of a prior victim, half melted and broken.
( @bakedinhell )
Yam took a step back… then forward. No. He came here for a fucking fight. He refuses to back down.. he won’t. Yam spun his mace around in his hand, getting into a battle ready position.
“YEAH, yeah.. FINE. LET’S GO ALREADY!” He said, but he didn’t swing. only prepared to counter or guard. He remember what happened last time.. His arm was broken, electrocuted… He wasn’t risking it.
Even if they didn’t remember his erratic attack patterns.
Black laughed and banged his sword on the ground….then charged. He got very…very close….Yam could wee the insane, bloodthirsty look in his eyes, before he finally dragged his sword over his head. He started hacking and slashing wildly where ever he saw purple.
Yam started to dodge, moving his mace in a way to block. There was a loud clashing of weapons, but Yam attempted to focus.
He ducked down and swung under Black.. attempted to. When Black didn’t seem to flinch, and moved the sword towards him, Yam practically rolled away, carrying his mace close..
..just keep moving..
Yam had heard enough about 'Dark' apparently abandoning Milk.. His mace dragged behind him as he approached the ruined castle, a scowl on his face.. (@Bakedinhell)
Everything was wrong…completely and utterly and totally wrong. The trees were barren, shriveled and dead.
And from every crack, a strange red mist started to leak out. It swirled around Yam’s feet…..and he could feel his fire burning hotter.
As he entered the castle…it was not Black he found sitting on the throne…but instead the white knight, idly examining the head of a prior victim, half melted and broken.
( @bakedinhell )
Yam took a step back... then forward. No. He came here for a fucking fight. He refuses to back down.. he won’t. Yam spun his mace around in his hand, getting into a battle ready position.
“YEAH, yeah.. FINE. LET’S GO ALREADY!” He said, but he didn’t swing. only prepared to counter or guard. He remember what happened last time.. His arm was broken, electrocuted... He wasn’t risking it.
Even if they didn’t remember his erratic attack patterns.
Yam had heard enough about 'Dark' apparently abandoning Milk.. His mace dragged behind him as he approached the ruined castle, a scowl on his face.. (@Bakedinhell)
Everything was wrong…completely and utterly and totally wrong. The trees were barren, shriveled and dead.
And from every crack, a strange red mist started to leak out. It swirled around Yam’s feet…..and he could feel his fire burning hotter.
As he entered the castle…it was not Black he found sitting on the throne…but instead the white knight, idly examining the head of a prior victim, half melted and broken.
( @bakedinhell )
With his fire burning hotter, his anger grew more, a low growling sounding in his throat as he walked in.
As he went into the castle.. He noticed the White Knight.. But his growl only grew louder, stomping in. His mace held tightly in his hand.
He couldn’t try and fight White.. He wasn’t interested in it.. He had to find the other knight..
White didnt seem to notice him stomp past her at first. She was focused on the head in her hand, picking off bits.
Then, for a moment her eyes glowed red. “Upstairs…in the dining room.” The words were plain and emotionless…but they told Yam where Black was. Something knew his intention.
White snapped out of whatever had possessed her and continued picking peeling skin off the head.
Yam continues to growl, loud and filled with his anger. He was scowling as he continued to stomp, going to head upstairs.
He wasn’t paying attention to anything.. Only focused on fighting the Black Knight.. His stomps were loud, not at all secret and sneaky like how one usually would want it to be.
There was crashing in the dining room….but the sound fell silent as Yam drew close. He could feel the charge in the air.
Something was excited, waiting for his arrival.
Yam only shook slightly, noticing the charge.. But continued.
He stomped up to the door, and put one foot onto it, using force to push it down. It began to splinter more then it already was.. Then broke down.
He glared, stomping in and splitting apart the broken door more..
The old rotten door easily cracked under his weight, it more felt like he was ripping into paper. And in what was once a great dinning hall, the Black Knight stood over a mangled body…green skin…wings……oh.
He didn’t turn to face Yam at first. He put his foot on the back of the corpse, his hands on one of the wings.
CRACK!
The wing was ripped from the body, feathers flying off it as Black yanked on it. He laughed darkly and started to rip off feathers. He didn’t want to deal with Yam first….
Yam glared at Dark, but then noticed the body.. His eyes widened, as if recognizing it.. an archer. He heard they came here, sometimes.. But here? And Black just.. tearing it apart.. “HOLY... shit.” Yam muttered to himself, his flame was still burning hotter then normal, fueling his rage but.. this just kinda shocked him in a way. And he didn’t know why.
He’s seen this before, in the arena.. It’s happened but-...Yam shook his head. Focus on the task at hand. Beat the shit out of Black... or whoever Dark was, now.
Yam had heard enough about 'Dark' apparently abandoning Milk.. His mace dragged behind him as he approached the ruined castle, a scowl on his face.. (@Bakedinhell)
Everything was wrong...completely and utterly and totally wrong. The trees were barren, shriveled and dead.
And from every crack, a strange red mist started to leak out. It swirled around Yam's feet.....and he could feel his fire burning hotter.
As he entered the castle...it was not Black he found sitting on the throne...but instead the white knight, idly examining the head of a prior victim, half melted and broken.
( @bakedinhell )
With his fire burning hotter, his anger grew more, a low growling sounding in his throat as he walked in.
As he went into the castle.. He noticed the White Knight.. But his growl only grew louder, stomping in. His mace held tightly in his hand.
He couldn't try and fight White.. He wasn't interested in it.. He had to find the other knight..
White didnt seem to notice him stomp past her at first. She was focused on the head in her hand, picking off bits.
Then, for a moment her eyes glowed red. "Upstairs...in the dining room." The words were plain and emotionless...but they told Yam where Black was. Something knew his intention.
White snapped out of whatever had possessed her and continued picking peeling skin off the head.
Yam continues to growl, loud and filled with his anger. He was scowling as he continued to stomp, going to head upstairs.
He wasn't paying attention to anything.. Only focused on fighting the Black Knight.. His stomps were loud, not at all secret and sneaky like how one usually would want it to be.
There was crashing in the dining room....but the sound fell silent as Yam drew close. He could feel the charge in the air.
Something was excited, waiting for his arrival.
Yam only shook slightly, noticing the charge.. But continued.
He stomped up to the door, and put one foot onto it, using force to push it down. It began to splinter more then it already was.. Then broke down.
He glared, stomping in and splitting apart the broken door more..
Yam had heard enough about 'Dark' apparently abandoning Milk.. His mace dragged behind him as he approached the ruined castle, a scowl on his face.. (@Bakedinhell)
Everything was wrong...completely and utterly and totally wrong. The trees were barren, shriveled and dead.
And from every crack, a strange red mist started to leak out. It swirled around Yam's feet.....and he could feel his fire burning hotter.
As he entered the castle...it was not Black he found sitting on the throne...but instead the white knight, idly examining the head of a prior victim, half melted and broken.
( @bakedinhell )
With his fire burning hotter, his anger grew more, a low growling sounding in his throat as he walked in.
As he went into the castle.. He noticed the White Knight.. But his growl only grew louder, stomping in. His mace held tightly in his hand.
He couldn't try and fight White.. He wasn't interested in it.. He had to find the other knight..
White didnt seem to notice him stomp past her at first. She was focused on the head in her hand, picking off bits.
Then, for a moment her eyes glowed red. "Upstairs...in the dining room." The words were plain and emotionless...but they told Yam where Black was. Something knew his intention.
White snapped out of whatever had possessed her and continued picking peeling skin off the head.
Yam continues to growl, loud and filled with his anger. He was scowling as he continued to stomp, going to head upstairs.
He wasn't paying attention to anything.. Only focused on fighting the Black Knight.. His stomps were loud, not at all secret and sneaky like how one usually would want it to be.
Remember how much you wanted to beat the heck out of Dark? Well nows your chance
"WHERE the FUCK is he.."
Yam had heard enough about 'Dark' apparently abandoning Milk.. His mace dragged behind him as he approached the ruined castle, a scowl on his face.. (@Bakedinhell)
Everything was wrong...completely and utterly and totally wrong. The trees were barren, shriveled and dead.
And from every crack, a strange red mist started to leak out. It swirled around Yam's feet.....and he could feel his fire burning hotter.
As he entered the castle...it was not Black he found sitting on the throne...but instead the white knight, idly examining the head of a prior victim, half melted and broken.
( @bakedinhell )
With his fire burning hotter, his anger grew more, a low growling sounding in his throat as he walked in.
As he went into the castle.. He noticed the White Knight.. But his growl only grew louder, stomping in. His mace held tightly in his hand.
He couldn't try and fight White.. He wasn't interested in it.. He had to find the other knight..
:thumbsup: GO GET EM YAM!!!!
Yam nodded and started to run, his expression filling with anger as he ran..
Warning: white may use her acid! It burns. Black has yet to use his lightning though. And if you're gonna sneak in, spirit is patrolling the castle. Just A a few tips, ya know?
Yam sighed. “GOT it.. THAT’S WHY Firestarter isn’t WITH me.”
you can't. Somehow that red idol is back. Dark has been replaced with a black knight. Th ed idol controls him for it's own amusement and it hurts them when anyone mentions they are being controlled. It's also making them kill anyone they see. They already been slaughtering others. Weither they were defenceless or not.
"..i don't care."
She misses you, both of you... physically she is, but mentally? Nope
"I see.. BUT RIGHT NOW, I need to find.. 'DARK.'"
Maybe you should also take a chance? And try to help her?
"...is she okay right now...?"
If the tree is panicking then so are they. Besides some of his archers are actually rebelling because the millennial tree
"..HOW MANY? WHO?!"
the tree wouldn't actually. He's busy with his own problems. If anything now is your best chance to get her out.
"MAYBE.. I'M not FULLY prepared.. AND THE ARCHERS, dammit.."
