Scene 8a
Scene 8a Vindicator Ginia, Gaurdian of Sloth
Ken felt bad for the last three people that had attempted to pass. Unwilling to surrender, they had fought until they lost connection and were ejected from the dreamscape. His regeneration had served to keep him in fine shape despite the brutal attacks of some of his opponents. Not for the first time, he wondered if Wrath was sending over ringers to check on Sloth's mental state.
Ken grinned as he saw Devyd approaching. A student of Lust trying to sneak into the class should make quite the entertaining battle. That it was his old friend and comrade made it all the more fun. He knew most of Devyd's tricks by now and was more than ready to deal with them. Quick appraisal noted that he was already wearing his psychic armor, visible as a faint disruption in the air around him. What was puzzling was the lack of visible weaponry, Devyd must be playing his cards close to his chest today.
Devyd on the other hand, groaned inwardly when he saw Ken standing in front of the door. He'd hoped that by avoiding all the traps he could make it into the class without having to battle anyone, let alone another of the Sin Bridges. Devyd knew he wasn't in the best shape at the moment, but he quickly disregarded the thought as he stepped forward to declare his intention to enter the room. "Ken, let me through, I just want to listen in on the class. A lecture by Sloth is a great way for me to get some pointers on how to teach ancient chinese history."
Ken's smile grew bigger as he considered his longtime friend. No visible weapons, unready to fight, he might eject him without breaking a sweat. it couldn't be that easy... wait, there, where Devyd had his hand casually tucked into his pocket, there was a slight shimmer different than the armor. Devyd had already created himself a weapon, he was just concealing it until it was the proper time to strike. Ken struck a combat pose light on his toes and dirks at the ready. "No can do pal, you've got to earn your way in here like everyone else. The battle will continue until you defeat me or you surrender and admit my greater ability."
Devyd Shook his head and examined his friend and former student in turn. Ken was carrying both of his blades, something he hadn't done in ages. he looked ready to pounce at any moment, but despite all that Devyd stood back and waited. It would take time for Devyd to summon another weapon once he used this first one, but after the first attack, surprise would be lost. Ken showed no urge to attack, despite all appearances to the contrary. So Devyd carefully stepped back a few paces, calculating the distance from his foe perfectly. From his pocket he drew forth a perfectly detailed energy construct of a Smith and Wesson Model 500, shimmering with the light of his enchantments.
Ken almost froze in shock, he hadn't seen Devyd wield a gun in nearly 50 years, and that had been a real one, not one generated by magic. He was in trouble, but he thought quickly, even a gun that size (and to him, it looked enormous) wouldn't be able to damage him much. a quick charge to get inside range and the fight would be his.
Devyd fired the gun, a blast of energy the size of his fist came roaring out of the far end of the oversized revolver. It zoomed through the air at speeds unlikely in a physical weapon, leaving a sonic boom backtrail that shook the hall. The blast caught Ken in the shoulder as he flipped sideways to get out of the way, the force of it knocking him backwards to slam into the wall beside the door he was gaurding.
Ken stood slowly, trying to figure out what had just happened, how Devyd had managed to pull one over on him despite all the years the two of them had worked together. He shook himself and glared down the hall at his friend, who insisted on wearing an innocent expression that lent itself poorly to the smoldering revolver he still held in his hands. Ken growled and threw one of his dirks, but Devyd deflected it with the phantom weapon. Devyd tossed away the gun and began creating a sword from the same kind of energies, while the dirk reappeared in Ken's outstretched hand.
Ken whispered to himself in no language of earthly origin and his image began to blur as he picked up the pace. He crossed the distance to where Devyd was still creating his new sword in the blink of an eye, and was upon him, dirks cutting away at his foe's psychic armor. images of blades filled the air around Devyd, tearing away at the armor as fast as Devyd could repair it.
Devyd began getting desperate, he hadn't wanted to hurt his friend, but it didn't look like he could avoid it if the fight went on any longer. Carefully he adjusted the form of the sword he was creating, turning it into long hollow tube. Devyd began fighting back, blocking attacks and spinning the tube in convolutions that deflected a surprisingly large number of the blades. The third swing, Devyd managed to slam the butt of the tube into ground just in time to catch Ken on another mad rush.
Ken looked down at the tube with a quizzical eye. This too was a trick he'd never seen his friend use. why was he fighting with a lead pipe? Then he saw the sizzling sparks spitting from the far end of the tube and he winced in horror just before a blast, even larger than the one from the gun, blew him backwards, head over heels, and right through the door to Sloth's tower. He stopped against the edge of one of the low and long tables that filled the center of the tower's first floor and laid there, heat steaming off of him like little curls of smoke.
Devyd walked slowly up to his dazed friend, stopping to close the door behind him. "Guess I got my foot in the door, so to speak." He held out his hand to help Ken off the floor. Ken growled, "you're a bastard, you know that?"
Devyd laughed, "yeah, I know. it's all good though"
End of Scene 8a
Ken felt bad for the last three people that had attempted to pass. Unwilling to surrender, they had fought until they lost connection and were ejected from the dreamscape. His regeneration had served to keep him in fine shape despite the brutal attacks of some of his opponents. Not for the first time, he wondered if Wrath was sending over ringers to check on Sloth's mental state.
Ken grinned as he saw Devyd approaching. A student of Lust trying to sneak into the class should make quite the entertaining battle. That it was his old friend and comrade made it all the more fun. He knew most of Devyd's tricks by now and was more than ready to deal with them. Quick appraisal noted that he was already wearing his psychic armor, visible as a faint disruption in the air around him. What was puzzling was the lack of visible weaponry, Devyd must be playing his cards close to his chest today.
Devyd on the other hand, groaned inwardly when he saw Ken standing in front of the door. He'd hoped that by avoiding all the traps he could make it into the class without having to battle anyone, let alone another of the Sin Bridges. Devyd knew he wasn't in the best shape at the moment, but he quickly disregarded the thought as he stepped forward to declare his intention to enter the room. "Ken, let me through, I just want to listen in on the class. A lecture by Sloth is a great way for me to get some pointers on how to teach ancient chinese history."
Ken's smile grew bigger as he considered his longtime friend. No visible weapons, unready to fight, he might eject him without breaking a sweat. it couldn't be that easy... wait, there, where Devyd had his hand casually tucked into his pocket, there was a slight shimmer different than the armor. Devyd had already created himself a weapon, he was just concealing it until it was the proper time to strike. Ken struck a combat pose light on his toes and dirks at the ready. "No can do pal, you've got to earn your way in here like everyone else. The battle will continue until you defeat me or you surrender and admit my greater ability."
Devyd Shook his head and examined his friend and former student in turn. Ken was carrying both of his blades, something he hadn't done in ages. he looked ready to pounce at any moment, but despite all that Devyd stood back and waited. It would take time for Devyd to summon another weapon once he used this first one, but after the first attack, surprise would be lost. Ken showed no urge to attack, despite all appearances to the contrary. So Devyd carefully stepped back a few paces, calculating the distance from his foe perfectly. From his pocket he drew forth a perfectly detailed energy construct of a Smith and Wesson Model 500, shimmering with the light of his enchantments.
Ken almost froze in shock, he hadn't seen Devyd wield a gun in nearly 50 years, and that had been a real one, not one generated by magic. He was in trouble, but he thought quickly, even a gun that size (and to him, it looked enormous) wouldn't be able to damage him much. a quick charge to get inside range and the fight would be his.
Devyd fired the gun, a blast of energy the size of his fist came roaring out of the far end of the oversized revolver. It zoomed through the air at speeds unlikely in a physical weapon, leaving a sonic boom backtrail that shook the hall. The blast caught Ken in the shoulder as he flipped sideways to get out of the way, the force of it knocking him backwards to slam into the wall beside the door he was gaurding.
Ken stood slowly, trying to figure out what had just happened, how Devyd had managed to pull one over on him despite all the years the two of them had worked together. He shook himself and glared down the hall at his friend, who insisted on wearing an innocent expression that lent itself poorly to the smoldering revolver he still held in his hands. Ken growled and threw one of his dirks, but Devyd deflected it with the phantom weapon. Devyd tossed away the gun and began creating a sword from the same kind of energies, while the dirk reappeared in Ken's outstretched hand.
Ken whispered to himself in no language of earthly origin and his image began to blur as he picked up the pace. He crossed the distance to where Devyd was still creating his new sword in the blink of an eye, and was upon him, dirks cutting away at his foe's psychic armor. images of blades filled the air around Devyd, tearing away at the armor as fast as Devyd could repair it.
Devyd began getting desperate, he hadn't wanted to hurt his friend, but it didn't look like he could avoid it if the fight went on any longer. Carefully he adjusted the form of the sword he was creating, turning it into long hollow tube. Devyd began fighting back, blocking attacks and spinning the tube in convolutions that deflected a surprisingly large number of the blades. The third swing, Devyd managed to slam the butt of the tube into ground just in time to catch Ken on another mad rush.
Ken looked down at the tube with a quizzical eye. This too was a trick he'd never seen his friend use. why was he fighting with a lead pipe? Then he saw the sizzling sparks spitting from the far end of the tube and he winced in horror just before a blast, even larger than the one from the gun, blew him backwards, head over heels, and right through the door to Sloth's tower. He stopped against the edge of one of the low and long tables that filled the center of the tower's first floor and laid there, heat steaming off of him like little curls of smoke.
Devyd walked slowly up to his dazed friend, stopping to close the door behind him. "Guess I got my foot in the door, so to speak." He held out his hand to help Ken off the floor. Ken growled, "you're a bastard, you know that?"
Devyd laughed, "yeah, I know. it's all good though"
End of Scene 8a