Post by Perfect Chaos Zero on Jun 14, 2008 16:13:33 GMT -5
Argus hesitated for a split-second: having failed to retrieve his weapon, he had no effective means to halt Panzer's attack that wouldn't likely result in some degree of damage to himself or his ally...
...A split-second later, he lurched as quickly as possible for one of his size, throwing himself in the path of the saurian's descending tail and thrusting his right hand up so that, hopefully, the stone gauntlette would take the brunt of the impact. But, in the way pertinent details can easily slip one's mind in the heat of battle, the Colossus remembered much too late that the piece of armor was already cracked from when he'd blocked and held off Panzer's crushing horns.
Pain shot through his hand and forearm from the impact of the blow, and the gauntlette brutally cracked into pieces, leaving much of his hand exposed.
Growling in anger as much as pain, Argus shook his wounded hand, slinging loose the few bits of useless armor that clung to his tough skin. Panzer turned its head to see that it had struck him instead of the downed Aljubell; but before it could fully turn around and renew its aggression against him, the guardian again lifted his hoof and stomped the back of its leg to bring it to a stop. Then he reached down with his other hand and took hold right beneath the edge of its shell, crouched to gain better purchase, and lifted with a mighty heave: flipping the great beast over onto its studded back.
Leaving it upended and helpless like a massive tortoise, Argus then chose to retrieve his weapon from the ground and turn his attention to that thrice-cursed Ankylotherium, responsible for interrupting several of his attacks against its ally. Closing his injured hand tight around his weapon, fighting and banishing the pain's effect on him, he snorted in anger as he trudged toward his adversary. The quadruped snorted in answer and pawed at the dirt with its claws as it made ready to charge; but he didn't give it the chance to ram its deadly horns into him as he threw himself forward, slapping its head down with the flat of his blade(no damage) and then swiftly wrapping his arm around its neck.
The two titans wrestled for a brief moment: Ankylotherium roared as it dug into the ground with all fours, trying to overpower the Colossus and wrench its head free from his arm to bring its horns against him...but he would have none of it as he slid his other arm beneath its belly, found himself a decent grip, and heaved the massive beast clear of the ground, holding it upside-down with its head aimed straight toward the dirt.
The monster froze, if only for a split-second, as it must have realized what was about to happen.....indeed: Argus kicked his own legs out from under him, loosely holding his foe's neck as he let its weight add to their descent, and piledrove Ankylotherium's head into the earth beneath all of its own mass and most of his.
He released his hold and half-rolled away, allowing his enemy to sag and slump over to the ground on its back, dazed. A weak groan issued from its mouth, and a thin trail of spittle oozed from the corner of its lips, as the ancient one pushed himself partly up from the ground with one arm, shifted his cudgel into a stabbing grip, then raised his arm and prepared to deliver just such a blow - right into the saurian's half-open maw.
...A split-second later, he lurched as quickly as possible for one of his size, throwing himself in the path of the saurian's descending tail and thrusting his right hand up so that, hopefully, the stone gauntlette would take the brunt of the impact. But, in the way pertinent details can easily slip one's mind in the heat of battle, the Colossus remembered much too late that the piece of armor was already cracked from when he'd blocked and held off Panzer's crushing horns.
Pain shot through his hand and forearm from the impact of the blow, and the gauntlette brutally cracked into pieces, leaving much of his hand exposed.
Growling in anger as much as pain, Argus shook his wounded hand, slinging loose the few bits of useless armor that clung to his tough skin. Panzer turned its head to see that it had struck him instead of the downed Aljubell; but before it could fully turn around and renew its aggression against him, the guardian again lifted his hoof and stomped the back of its leg to bring it to a stop. Then he reached down with his other hand and took hold right beneath the edge of its shell, crouched to gain better purchase, and lifted with a mighty heave: flipping the great beast over onto its studded back.
Leaving it upended and helpless like a massive tortoise, Argus then chose to retrieve his weapon from the ground and turn his attention to that thrice-cursed Ankylotherium, responsible for interrupting several of his attacks against its ally. Closing his injured hand tight around his weapon, fighting and banishing the pain's effect on him, he snorted in anger as he trudged toward his adversary. The quadruped snorted in answer and pawed at the dirt with its claws as it made ready to charge; but he didn't give it the chance to ram its deadly horns into him as he threw himself forward, slapping its head down with the flat of his blade(no damage) and then swiftly wrapping his arm around its neck.
The two titans wrestled for a brief moment: Ankylotherium roared as it dug into the ground with all fours, trying to overpower the Colossus and wrench its head free from his arm to bring its horns against him...but he would have none of it as he slid his other arm beneath its belly, found himself a decent grip, and heaved the massive beast clear of the ground, holding it upside-down with its head aimed straight toward the dirt.
The monster froze, if only for a split-second, as it must have realized what was about to happen.....indeed: Argus kicked his own legs out from under him, loosely holding his foe's neck as he let its weight add to their descent, and piledrove Ankylotherium's head into the earth beneath all of its own mass and most of his.
He released his hold and half-rolled away, allowing his enemy to sag and slump over to the ground on its back, dazed. A weak groan issued from its mouth, and a thin trail of spittle oozed from the corner of its lips, as the ancient one pushed himself partly up from the ground with one arm, shifted his cudgel into a stabbing grip, then raised his arm and prepared to deliver just such a blow - right into the saurian's half-open maw.
