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<blockquote data-quote="Capellan" data-source="post: 2047515" data-attributes="member: 6294"><p><strong>4 : (I Can't Get No) Satisfaction</strong></p><p></p><p>The creature that burst out of the darkness was fully nine feet tall, and as broad across the shoulders as any two men. A pair of slavering wolves raced at its heels, tongues lollign over yellowed teeth.</p><p></p><p>"The Great Ulfe crush you all!" the creature bellowed, swinging a massive, ironbound club. The weapon was easily six feet in length, with a studded metal cap. It struck Fabio in the side with a sound quite like fresh snow underfoot, but even more like multiple ribs being reduced to bone fragments.</p><p></p><p>The wolves raced over Fabio's crumpling form. The first – a black-haired, brutish looking beast with a scar over one eye – snapped its jaws around Beverly's leg. With a snarl and a twist of its head, it dragged her to the floor, teeth tearing at herthigh. The girl screamed, flailing at the wolf ineffectually with her hands.</p><p></p><p>"Bad doggy." Smith's close brush with death appeared to have given him a sense of humour. He buried the point of his pick into its brain. The wolf slumped to the stone floor, stone dead. The second wolf, however, lunged over the falen body of its comrade, biting hard onto Smith's forearm. The Mormon grunted, nearly dragged down by the sudden weight of the beat, but managed to recover his balance at the last moment.</p><p></p><p>"Don'be cruel, son. Don't be cruel." Floyd invoked a protective spell to ward himself from their new opponent, then stepped forward into the breach, rhinestones glinting.</p><p></p><p>"Simon, try and get behind it!" Smith yelled as he tried to fend off the snarling wolf. The young man looked at the massive bulk of their enemy, its shoulders almost brushing the walls as it raised it club once more.</p><p></p><p>"Dude, I'm a ninja, not a magician."</p><p></p><p>"Then get this overgrown chihuahua off me so I can go help fight it!"</p><p></p><p>"<em>Raaaaaaaaaargh!</em>" Ulfe's mighty swing missed Floyd by inches. His club slammed into the floor, pulverising one of the tiles and sending shards of stone in all directions.</p><p></p><p>Still on the floor, Beverly snatched up her pistol, then rolled away from the melee and got shakily to her feet.</p><p></p><p>"Damn it, this was a seven hundred dollar dress." Which would put the cost of fabric at a hundred dollars per square inch.</p><p></p><p>Simon lanced in with his rapier, spearing the wolf in its haunches, but the creature hung onto Smith's arm, finally pulling him from his feet. The Mormon and the wolf rolled on the floor, teeth against pick, until finally there was a dull <em>crunch</em> and a whimper from the wolf.</p><p></p><p>"<em>Nooooooo!</em> Fang!" the Great Ulfe roared his anguish as the second of his two pets was killed. With a mighty bellow, he swing his club once more, the force of the blow sending Floyd staggering backwards. "I kill you all!"</p><p></p><p>The massive humanoid lurched forward, club flashing in wide arcs. A boulder shattered to dust from one blow; a ten thousdand year-old stalagmite was shorn off with another. Floyd, Simon and Beverly dodged and fell back, until their backs were to the very lip of the ledge.</p><p></p><p>"Now you die!" Ulfe rejoiced, stepping over the corpse of his beloved pet. He raised his club to snuff out Floyd's life forever -</p><p></p><p>and then Smith swung his arm up from under Fang's body, shotgun clenched in hand.</p><p></p><p>The blast to his groin killed the Great Ulfe instantly. But then, it's doubtful he would have wanted to live, after it, in any case.</p><p></p><p></p><p>* * *</p><p></p><p></p><p><span style="color: yellowgreen">"What the <em>hell</em> are they playing at?"</span> Patton fumed.</p><p></p><p>"Looks like they're holing up to rest, sir."</p><p></p><p><span style="color: yellowgreen">"I can see that, Johnson!"</span> the General snapped, brown-stained teeth clenched in fury, "<span style="color: yellowgreen">"Don't these boys understand the meanin' of the word 'entertainment'? Wehre's the fun of watchin' them st on their cans for sixteen hours?"</span></p><p></p><p>"Well to be fair, sir, we can edit this out of the broadcast."</p><p></p><p><span style="color: yellowgreen">"I ain't talkin' about the <em>broadcast</em>! I'm talkin' about <em>me!</em>" Patton scowled. <span style="color: yellowgreen">"Answer me this, Johnson: are any of those fools injured?"</span></span></p><p><span style="color: yellowgreen"></span></p><p><span style="color: yellowgreen">Johnson checked the life-meters, though he already knew what they said,</span></p><p><span style="color: yellowgreen"></span></p><p><span style="color: yellowgreen">"Everything in the green, sir."</span></p><p><span style="color: yellowgreen"></span></p><p><span style="color: yellowgreen"><span style="color: yellowgreen">"Everything in the green. They even got the pretty-boy back on his feet."</span> Patton spat, <span style="color: yellowgreen">"They're as fit as they were when they first started out, so what are they playin' at, givin' up the battlefield like that?"</span></span></p><p><span style="color: yellowgreen"></span></p><p><span style="color: yellowgreen">"I don't know, sir. Should I contact them and order them to move on?"</span></p><p><span style="color: yellowgreen"></span></p><p><span style="color: yellowgreen">Patton nodded, then held up his hand,</span></p><p><span style="color: yellowgreen"></span></p><p><span style="color: yellowgreen"><span style="color: yellowgreen">"Wait. I changed my mind."</span></span></p><p><span style="color: yellowgreen"></span></p><p><span style="color: yellowgreen">"Sir?"</span></p><p><span style="color: yellowgreen"></span></p><p><span style="color: yellowgreen"><span style="color: yellowgreen">"Look a camera three, Johnson. I think that will get the message through better than we ever could, eh?"</span></span></p><p><span style="color: yellowgreen"></span></p><p><span style="color: yellowgreen"></span></p><p><span style="color: yellowgreen">* * *</span></p><p><span style="color: yellowgreen"></span></p><p><span style="color: yellowgreen"></span></p><p><span style="color: yellowgreen">Simon sighed and flipped closed the third chest.</span></p><p><span style="color: yellowgreen"></span></p><p><span style="color: yellowgreen">"Empty, just like all the others."</span></p><p><span style="color: yellowgreen"></span></p><p><span style="color: yellowgreen">"Cleaned out, you mean." Smith folded his arms and gave Floyd a dark look, "Whatever was left of the tribe ovviously took everything and ran, while we were sitting around waiting for <em>you</em>."</span></p><p><span style="color: yellowgreen"></span></p><p><span style="color: yellowgreen">"I was out o' benedictions from the King." Floyd relpied mildly, "I needed to subsume myself in the power of his rock and roll."</span></p><p><span style="color: yellowgreen"></span></p><p><span style="color: yellowgreen">"We should have pressed on."</span></p><p><span style="color: yellowgreen"></span></p><p><span style="color: yellowgreen">"And if we had another fight like that last one?"</span></p><p><span style="color: yellowgreen"></span></p><p><span style="color: yellowgreen">"That's why we all took the deduction for emergency medical aid, remember?"</span></p><p><span style="color: yellowgreen"></span></p><p><span style="color: yellowgreen">"I can't believe it's not filled with gold." Fabio stared disconsolately at the chest: and I don't mean Beverly's, for once.</span></p><p><span style="color: yellowgreen"></span></p><p><span style="color: yellowgreen">The group moved on, bickering as they went, through several more deserted chambers, until at last they came to a large, cave, filled with boxes and crates.</span></p><p><span style="color: yellowgreen"></span></p><p><span style="color: yellowgreen">"Whole bunch of stuff over here has been moved, recently." Simon pointed to drag marks in the earth floor, then clambered on to one of the crates for a better look, "Hey! There's a passageway behind this stuff."</span></p><p><span style="color: yellowgreen"></span></p><p><span style="color: yellowgreen">Smith and Fabio pulled more of the boxes aside, to reveal a dark tunnel leading further into the mountain.</span></p><p><span style="color: yellowgreen"></span></p><p><span style="color: yellowgreen">Beverly wrinkled her nose,</span></p><p><span style="color: yellowgreen"></span></p><p><span style="color: yellowgreen">"Does anyone else smell smoke?"</span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Capellan, post: 2047515, member: 6294"] [b]4 : (I Can't Get No) Satisfaction[/b] The creature that burst out of the darkness was fully nine feet tall, and as broad across the shoulders as any two men. A pair of slavering wolves raced at its heels, tongues lollign over yellowed teeth. "The Great Ulfe crush you all!" the creature bellowed, swinging a massive, ironbound club. The weapon was easily six feet in length, with a studded metal cap. It struck Fabio in the side with a sound quite like fresh snow underfoot, but even more like multiple ribs being reduced to bone fragments. The wolves raced over Fabio's crumpling form. The first – a black-haired, brutish looking beast with a scar over one eye – snapped its jaws around Beverly's leg. With a snarl and a twist of its head, it dragged her to the floor, teeth tearing at herthigh. The girl screamed, flailing at the wolf ineffectually with her hands. "Bad doggy." Smith's close brush with death appeared to have given him a sense of humour. He buried the point of his pick into its brain. The wolf slumped to the stone floor, stone dead. The second wolf, however, lunged over the falen body of its comrade, biting hard onto Smith's forearm. The Mormon grunted, nearly dragged down by the sudden weight of the beat, but managed to recover his balance at the last moment. "Don'be cruel, son. Don't be cruel." Floyd invoked a protective spell to ward himself from their new opponent, then stepped forward into the breach, rhinestones glinting. "Simon, try and get behind it!" Smith yelled as he tried to fend off the snarling wolf. The young man looked at the massive bulk of their enemy, its shoulders almost brushing the walls as it raised it club once more. "Dude, I'm a ninja, not a magician." "Then get this overgrown chihuahua off me so I can go help fight it!" "[i]Raaaaaaaaaargh![/i]" Ulfe's mighty swing missed Floyd by inches. His club slammed into the floor, pulverising one of the tiles and sending shards of stone in all directions. Still on the floor, Beverly snatched up her pistol, then rolled away from the melee and got shakily to her feet. "Damn it, this was a seven hundred dollar dress." Which would put the cost of fabric at a hundred dollars per square inch. Simon lanced in with his rapier, spearing the wolf in its haunches, but the creature hung onto Smith's arm, finally pulling him from his feet. The Mormon and the wolf rolled on the floor, teeth against pick, until finally there was a dull [i]crunch[/i] and a whimper from the wolf. "[i]Nooooooo![/i] Fang!" the Great Ulfe roared his anguish as the second of his two pets was killed. With a mighty bellow, he swing his club once more, the force of the blow sending Floyd staggering backwards. "I kill you all!" The massive humanoid lurched forward, club flashing in wide arcs. A boulder shattered to dust from one blow; a ten thousdand year-old stalagmite was shorn off with another. Floyd, Simon and Beverly dodged and fell back, until their backs were to the very lip of the ledge. "Now you die!" Ulfe rejoiced, stepping over the corpse of his beloved pet. He raised his club to snuff out Floyd's life forever - and then Smith swung his arm up from under Fang's body, shotgun clenched in hand. The blast to his groin killed the Great Ulfe instantly. But then, it's doubtful he would have wanted to live, after it, in any case. * * * [color=yellowgreen]"What the [i]hell[/i] are they playing at?"[/color] Patton fumed. "Looks like they're holing up to rest, sir." [color=yellowgreen]"I can see that, Johnson!"[/color] the General snapped, brown-stained teeth clenched in fury, "[color=yellowgreen]"Don't these boys understand the meanin' of the word 'entertainment'? Wehre's the fun of watchin' them st on their cans for sixteen hours?"[/color] "Well to be fair, sir, we can edit this out of the broadcast." [color=yellowgreen]"I ain't talkin' about the [i]broadcast[/i]! I'm talkin' about [i]me![/i]" Patton scowled. [color=yellowgreen]"Answer me this, Johnson: are any of those fools injured?"[/color] Johnson checked the life-meters, though he already knew what they said, "Everything in the green, sir." [color=yellowgreen]"Everything in the green. They even got the pretty-boy back on his feet."[/color] Patton spat, [color=yellowgreen]"They're as fit as they were when they first started out, so what are they playin' at, givin' up the battlefield like that?"[/color] "I don't know, sir. Should I contact them and order them to move on?" Patton nodded, then held up his hand, [color=yellowgreen]"Wait. I changed my mind."[/color] "Sir?" [color=yellowgreen]"Look a camera three, Johnson. I think that will get the message through better than we ever could, eh?"[/color] * * * Simon sighed and flipped closed the third chest. "Empty, just like all the others." "Cleaned out, you mean." Smith folded his arms and gave Floyd a dark look, "Whatever was left of the tribe ovviously took everything and ran, while we were sitting around waiting for [i]you[/i]." "I was out o' benedictions from the King." Floyd relpied mildly, "I needed to subsume myself in the power of his rock and roll." "We should have pressed on." "And if we had another fight like that last one?" "That's why we all took the deduction for emergency medical aid, remember?" "I can't believe it's not filled with gold." Fabio stared disconsolately at the chest: and I don't mean Beverly's, for once. The group moved on, bickering as they went, through several more deserted chambers, until at last they came to a large, cave, filled with boxes and crates. "Whole bunch of stuff over here has been moved, recently." Simon pointed to drag marks in the earth floor, then clambered on to one of the crates for a better look, "Hey! There's a passageway behind this stuff." Smith and Fabio pulled more of the boxes aside, to reveal a dark tunnel leading further into the mountain. Beverly wrinkled her nose, "Does anyone else smell smoke?"[/color] [/QUOTE]
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