A Spoonful of Whiskey.
Apr 23, 2013 21:30:53 GMT -8
Post by Estilo on Apr 23, 2013 21:30:53 GMT -8
NARRATOR
With the significant amount of blood loss he has endured so far, Sozin slowly begins to black out, Yukiko's call echoing within the depths of his mind with a haunting tone. He is aware, for now, of what is happening. But he can feel himself growing light-headed, and he can feel himself dying, the hand that covered his neck gradually growing limp. His eyes struggle to remain open, his pale face mouthing soundless words, and instead issuing bloody gurgles. He's trying his best not to slip away, and he can hear Kai speaking, although he fails to understand what is said. And, within that very moment, the grey-eyed Jounin is unfortunate to still be half-conscious, as one of his student's snakes forces itself through his bloody mouth, causing him to momentarily choke.
For a moment, it seems as though he is not going to make it. His grey eyes roll backward, his blood-drenched hand slips from the wound he is only partially covering now-- which, thanks to the efforts of Kai's first snake, has been temporarily closed. But, soon enough, the snake that entered his throat reemerges, and his lungs issue a desperate series of gasps, sucking in all of the oxygen it can take, and then some. He is alive-- for now. Yet, the bleeding hasn't stopped. And without proper medical attention, it is clear to both of you that Sozin will not make it past the next half hour. The odds are not in his favor, considering the distance between this shanty town and Kumogakure no Sato, but-- with some critical thinking and some luck-- he might make it.
ASSAILANTS Brewery Staff (x 80)
Just when you (Kai) undertake your incredible transformation, a small militia of Mountain Folk explode out of every exit around the large brewery, coming to attack the cause of all of that destruction they heard. Besides their raggedy attire, their only possessions are strangely constructed "bottle guns", which appear like crossbows. Modified to fire bottles-- specifically, Rockey Whiskey bottles-- these weapons are slow to load, but effective in causing explosive waves of liquor-laden fire. And, terrified by the presence of your eight-headed form, they waste no time in assaulting you while they still can. Your multiple attacks on the large brewery, however, is happening simultaneously. Roofs are caved in, tanks of liquor explode in ferocious roars of flame, and dozens of people die-- reducing their numbers from 150, to at least 80 remaining assailants.
In the distance, just beyond the brewery, you see innocent "civilians" of this shanty town evacuating their now flaming homes. Those who stand and fight are firing bottles of extremely corrosive and flammable Rocket Whiskey at you, a wave of missile-like projectiles striking you from all around. Sure enough, your scaled hide will protect you from most of its damage. But, for how long? Perhaps, you'll manage to kill them all before they even manage to lay a significant strike. Or, perhaps not. Are you going to take that gamble? The fires all of this mayhem has caused is now spreading throughout the entire mountain-side village. And unfortunate "civilians", who were too slow to react to your sudden appearance, scream in agony as their dirtied flesh melts like candle wax.