Post by Locutus Ferox on Aug 4, 2011 21:09:19 GMT -5
"Concerned for our Safety. Awww I didn't know you cared."Locutus chuckled, he was teasing the man of course, but the tone was more playful than mocking. Before Goebbels could respond to that teasing remark the two of them were back by the car, though he didn't snap his fingers. He had no need for such theatrics.
However, when Locutus turned around, he had a huge frown on his face. Before them was the car they had just been in, but something was terribly amiss. The glass in the front windshield had a huge rip within it. Straight down the center of the windshield was a massive tear from nearly top to bottom. It was as if someone had taken a small panel and shoved it into the car only to pull it back out. However, given the look of the rest of the glass, it'd become quite apparent that it was made of a bullet and shatter proof type material. Whatever had forced itself into the window had used a lot of force.
Locutus drew his blades and looked around, his eyes darting this way and that as he looked about for the cause of the damage to his vehicle. It only took a moment for him to feel it. It had moved on, but was still nearby. He looked over at the windshield of the car, then at Goebbels and then shrugged like it was no big deal."Seemsthey found us."
Post by Joseph Goebbels on Aug 4, 2011 23:05:19 GMT -5
"Ha. Ha." Joseph grumbled, rubbing his arm. He spied the damage to the car and his blood froze. Any human would have stolen the vehicle, been as gentle as possible with it in order to sell it on...he knew the folks around here, they weren't likely to just leave a nice car unless they knew it belonged to the cartel. When Locutus drew his blades Joseph felt panic rise in his chest. So something was here. "Christ, with all your power you didn't hide our traces?" he asked in a slightly high pitched tone. He could feel something around them, he could smell something. He shivered, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up. He bit his lip.
"Locutus...what is it? Trolls? Worse?" he asked. He was terrified of trolls, but they were highly territorial. If one of them had emerged from the forest around them and attacked the car, it had their scents. If it knew who they were...he shuddered. He was tempted to get up to the nearest tree, at least there he would be safe. Let this so-called god defend himself.
Post by Locutus Ferox on Aug 4, 2011 23:33:05 GMT -5
"I did kind of leave the car here when we went back to your place. Hiding tracks is one thing. Hiding a car in plain sight, well to be honest It didn't seem to have noticed us before..."Locutus was actually a tad surprised, not bothered, just surprised. He hadn't expected the creature to wander this way after they had left. Perhaps it was Goebbels' possessions in the back of the car that attracted the creature.
Locutus looked at the car, then looked around to see if there were any other signs of the creature's passage. That's when he noticed it. The ground around them had become wet. He looked down at his feet to see that he was standing in a micro-thin layer of standing water. He looked around to see it covered the entire area around the car. But they were miles from where he had summoned the storm, and it had been localized.
"Get in the car... NOW."His voice left no room for interpretation. Is was a barked order as Locutus's body whipped around to face the direction he had detected the creature before. He had hoped the creature hadn't detected them, but he realized that they were not going to be so lucky. Suddenly his body began to grow, returning to that massively towering frame as he changed into something between man and beast. Every part of him grew as fur began to cover his body. The sound of bones relocating was almost deafening in this stifling silence. The sound however was comparatively quiet, were it not for the fact everything around them was utterly silent. Even after his transformation into that powerful werecreature he retained a grip on those short blades, his eyes set straight ahead of him.
Post by Joseph Goebbels on Aug 4, 2011 23:50:33 GMT -5
"Wait!" Joseph grabbed Locutus' arm, shocked to feel the transformation under his fingers. Bones shifting, hair sprouting from flesh, muscles doubling and wrapping around the veins. He stepped back a moment, staring at Locutus. "Locutus please! Trolls are intelligent creatures, there may not be a need for violence here!" he looked around the area, he felt his skin prickling. That was a warning that feathers were about to explode from his skin. "You're going to need to teach me how to control this." he muttered under his breath, looking around. "Listen, just get them calm, I might be able to talk to them. Please, Locutus, if they're the ones we brought here then responsibility falls to me."
Inwardly he wondered how they adapted. They'd do well with the high water content in the air here, and the large amounts of fruit and javelina. That gave them all the nutrition they needed to grow large. Ironwood made formideable varghammar. Christ, they could grow huge here. Joseph heard a rustling in the trees and turned to see a large, green-skinned creature emerge from the brush. A large, oddly porportioned head. Large nose, small eyes, large pointed ears set high on the head. The neck was long and slung slightly low between the shoulderblades. Two long, curved tusks emerged from the upper jaw.
The body of the troll was slender, like a swimmer, with long strong thighs and broad feet. His three fingered hands were inserted into the slots of a large tree trunk. It was only a five foot battering ram, but it was decorated with sharp stones and hair, even hides. Joseph hid behind Locutus. "Just calm him down..." he said. The troll roared at them, showing short, sharp teeth used for cutting.
"Faith moves mountains, but intelligence moves them to the right place."
Post by Locutus Ferox on Aug 5, 2011 1:11:29 GMT -5
Oddly enough even though the large troll had come out from the brush and roared, Locutus seemed to have not noticed him at all. Or perhaps didn't care. His attention was focused straight ahead where the creature that drew his attention still waited. Whatever it was was obviously a greater threat to have made the deity seemingly oblivious to the troll.
The fact that the troll wasn't afraid however, did catch his attention. His eyes turned but for a moment towards the troll that was about to charge. However, his gaze shot back forward again and he growled lowly. Unfortunately, even if he wanted to try and reason with the troll he wouldn't have time. It was approaching. That was when Locutus muttered something loud enough for Goebbels to make out "Sturm Drachen."
It had been something of a myth, a legend even. The truth behind it was that it was a water dragon, or at least had been. The creature's existence had been told about for hundreds, if not thousands of years. It was a mythical beast that used to plague kingdoms. It was often found in the heart of Europe, though there was no source of water anywhere near it. It was a dragon of epic proportions, mostly on the tail of it's deeds.
Through time people had on occasion slayed, or "Mastered" these beasts. Though Mastered was a word used loosely. Often times those people had formed more of a partnership, or a kinship, more than domination. They used the term, however, to convince people that they had full control over it. It wasn't so that they became powerful political figures, which some did, but rather it was so that the people would be convinced that the dragon was no threat. If they had told them the truth, they'd likely have tried to kill the dragon, and then possibly the one who had befriended it. Those who weren't "Tamed" had been slain. Dragons had often been the bane of man, pillaging villages and "Stealing damsels". Locutus knew better however. These rumors had been all hype. People needed a scapegoat, and dragons had served as one.
However, one particular dragon, well rather three, had eluded man. It was often referred to as one as people didn't know the difference. It was very rare that one who had dealt with any one of these three dragons lived long enough to see it's replacement. Had they, the myth may have been dispelled. The legend had been born of the first particular dragon. It had been one hell of a creature that, like those rumors had told, plagued man. If it wasn't for the timeline discrepancy Locutus might have believed these dragons to be the cause of the bad rep all dragons got. However, they had been getting a bad reputation for some time by now.
Few ever realized these three particular dragons had attacked those people for good reason. People always assumed the dragons were the aggressor. The truth was it was man who had set this beast against themselves. They had wronged these creatures in a way so terrible that this dragon, and it's descendants plagued them till their death. Or rather, the death of the first two.
Ironically they had died without fanfare. Thus no stories had been told of their demise. Thus the legend was born of one dragon who plagued much of Europe for hundreds of years. The third dragon, however, may have been as terrible as the first. It survived all those years, even into the Twentieth Century. at the end of the seventeenth century the dragon had been imprisoned. Stories were told of the great victory over this mighty beast. Unfortunately, it's reputation had grown so big, that no one believed this mighty victory. And so, the "Sturm Drachen" had dissolved into legend.
Some time within the twentieth Century the legend came back to life. Whispers, rumors, and faint talks told of how Hitler of Germany had managed to find a weapon that had the power of the great "Sturm Drachen." Hitler himself had heard these rumors, and when the people responsible had been found, they were killed in secret. Though, despite their death the rumors still persisted in isolated area, much to Hitler's displeasure. Hitler, however, had interpreted these rumors to be referring to one of his secret projects. Even he was in the dark to this creation.
These rumors told of a powerful creation that could crush tanks with ease, and could level cities faster than any conventional bombers. This creation was so mighty, it rivaled a dragon in magnificence. Thus they had aptly called it "Dem Sturm Drachen". The Storm Dragon. Little were people aware what they had thought to have been some kinda machine... actually had been a dragon. At one point anyway.
The SS had found it deep within it's prison. The people who imprisoned it were told to send it far away. Originally it had been intended to be sunk deep within the oceans. That all changed however when a storm had forced the ship to crash land. Where had that ship landed? Well that was no place other than South America. Having ship wrecked they decided they couldn't leave the dragon in it's cage on the beach. So they proceeded in land. They found a natural cave system deep within the jungle, which would be the perfect place to store this formidable creature. Well it just so happened that that natural cave system also provided an easy place to build a massive bunker network.
Coincidence turned into chance and the SS uncovered the sleeping dragon and removed it from it's cage. They had managed to contain it within their own, but that's when they made their first mistake. Not content to leave it be, they decided to experiment upon it. After all, the Germans were under order to win the second world war by any means necessary. Thus they deemed this necessary. The results on the other hand, proved this venture to be a great mistake. They could no longer contain it within it's cage and it broke free. Fortunately for them, for the time being... it disappeared into the depths of that hellish maze.
No sooner had Locutus uttered those words than he suddenly bent over backwards. In a move not unlike that famous scene in the matrix, he narrowly avoided the sudden danger. Before he managed to get all the way bent the trees in front of him suddenly exploded into a cloud of what could have been smoke, or steam perhaps. Large splinters of wood suddenly flew out in all directions along it's path. Pieces larger than Locutus himself, and as small as a needle scattered through the air. Hidden within that dangerous cloud was something that projected across the distance between the row of trees on one side of the car, and the row of trees on the other side of the Vette.
Locutus barely had enough time to shield Goebbels from the flying shrapnel of wood, pieces colliding with an invisible barrier around the man and hammering into the car, which showed little damage thanks to the unusual materials it had been made from. Suddenly... Locutus Goebbels, and the troll, who, much to anyone's surprised, looked unfazed both physically and mentally, were now in a clearing rather than a forest.
Locutus sprang to his feet and sprang back towards the car. Within the cloud of steam, a large dark shape loomed over the trio...
Post by Joseph Goebbels on Aug 5, 2011 1:41:31 GMT -5
Joseph was surprised at first that Locutus had just...ignored the troll standing in front of them. But what happened next had even the large greenskin lowering himself to the ground. Joseph heard the boom, his ears ringing from the explosion, his body taking over. Feathers exploded from his skin and he cowered on the ground as a falcon, his large eyes noting the huge shadow that had fallen over them. The troll was unsure what to make of the situation. He looked from Locutus, to the bird on the ground behind the wolfish creature...to the dragon. The troll edged toward them, no longer hostile but willing to put aside hostilities to fight together. After all, trolls were big believers in level playing fields...when they had the disadvantage.
Joseph looked up at the troll. God, that was all they needed. He hissed at him and scrambled away from both Locutus and troll. He didn't know what to do. Flying would put him at convenient biting height. Staying put meant he was at risk of being stepped on by troll or dragon. Hopping away meant cowardice, and the likely situation of drawing the dragon's attention. He decided to take a different route, flying up onto Locutus' shoulder. From here he noted a faded tattoo on the back of the troll. The two Sig runes that symbolized the Schutzstaffel. So this old male was one of the original batch...and all too likely to speak his language. Unfortunately his body was refusing to go back to its more damageable form.
Joseph dug his long talons into Locutus' shoulder, cocking his head at him as if to ask what to do? They could drive off...which could take too much time to get the car running and into gear...or they could run. Joseph was all for the running option, that beast was too big. A quick glance at the troll. The greenskin was thinking the same thing, shifting slightly on his broad, green feet. Ready to run. Joseph pecked Locutus' neck lightly. Running through the forest might not be a good idea... "If we get to the bunker, that beast cannot fit in." The troll spoke up in a gruff voice, rough German mixed with the thick accent of his own people. Joseph nodded at Locutus. The dragon could crash through wood, as was demonstrated...but could he shove underground through a mass of concrete and rusted steel thicker than a man's palm?
They would see.
"Faith moves mountains, but intelligence moves them to the right place."
Post by Locutus Ferox on Aug 6, 2011 17:22:18 GMT -5
The steam soon cleared and Locutus, Goebbels, and the troll would suddenly be face to face with their current issue. Towering above them was the large form of a Water dragon. Steam rose from it's nostrils with each massive heave of it's lungs. From head to toe this dragon was covered by massive steel plating, not unlike a suit of armor they used to to put on horses during the middle ages. This stuff however was a bit thicker. It was also riddled with tiny pot-marks where bullets had attempted to pierce it and failed utterly. In the center of it's chest was an even larger mark. It measured a few inches across, and Joseph might get the impression it had been made by the 8.8 centimeter cannon commonly found on the heavy tanks Germany employed during world war II.
As if the creature needed any more help on it's intimidating tail, it as well had been lined with that plating, but at the end of it was a most formidable formation of steel. Whatever had armored this creature beyond it's normal tough hide, had blessed this creature with a bladed tail at it's tip. Much like a scorpion's stinger at the end of it's tail, the dragon had a scythe like protrusion from the tip of its, easily twisted to strike or slice at anything.
The creature roared and then suddenly Locutus jumped to the side as a fountain of incredibly hot water suddenly blasted the area he, and Goebbels, had just been. The ground eroded away as water far beyond it's boiling point suddenly struck it. Locutus landed a few feet away, watching the ground vaporize under the tremendous assault.
Normally he'd be able to reason with such a creature, calm it down and even make an ally of it. This one however was a bit beyond reasoning. Then again it was no longer just a dragon either. Thanks to the SS it was something more, and reason was something it lacked.
Locutus looked from the Dragon, to the car, to the Troll, to the Dragon again. Retreating from this creature wouldn't be easy. Nor was it technically feasible. They were too far from the bunker to just book it. Not with that troll. As swift as they were the troll would lag behind, and it wouldn't take but a minute for that dragon to be on it. If this troll was a deserter from the project, he would be a goner and that dragon would swallow it up whole.... or turn it into pudding.
Locutus had little doubt that the two of them could make it, but he also knew that it didn't matter even if they did. Well... that wasn't exactly true. It would provide a better place to stand against this mighty beast. He snarled and shook his head. He had imposed so many self restrictions that this was becoming a challenge to manage. Either way he knew that if worst came to worst he could handle this creature quickly enough.
Without looking back he repaired the glass of the vehicle's windshield, the tiny bits within the cabin disintegrating as the glass reformed itself. Then suddenly the vehicle roared to life, tires spinning for a moment as it caught grip, fully in gear. The door swung open and Locutus barked at the Falcon on his shoulder. "GET IN THE FUCKING CAR!" He didn't like repeating himself, but it looked like he had to this time. He then motioned the Troll and then the top of the car. "You up top! And don't scratch the paint."
Post by Joseph Goebbels on Aug 6, 2011 17:58:41 GMT -5
Joseph hung on as Locutus dived aside, his talons sinking deep into the man's shoulder and his wing's spreading for balance. His ears rung from the screaming, but he did know enough to obey the order he'd been given. He flew into the car and landed on the seat, fear making him clutch the edge of the leather with his claws. Likewise, the troll didn't need to be told twice. He leapt on top of the car, making Joseph recoil from the great boom of weight. The troll had enough sense to land on his feet and knees, the bones taking most of the weight. The creature slid his fingers between the broken windshield and the hood of the car, gaining a secure handhold. His spare hand held the gigantic tree limb.
Joseph eyed the fingers, his feathers fluffed up. He thought for a moment about nipping at them to get the troll off of the car...a small snack would keep the dragon occupied for the few seconds it took to get the damn machine in gear. But then it was likely he'd lose his chance to know what happened here. He was however tempted to jump into the driver's seat and get the stupid thing headed backward as fast as possible if Locutus didn't jump in quick. He probably would have if the car wasn't so current. He'd driven an old automobile before, back when the brake was about as long as his leg and there was only one acceleration pedal. This dashboard of dials and lights was almost completely beyond him. That dragon had bulletholes in him...and a mortal shell....had it attacked the base?
He screeched at Locutus to get into the damned car. There was no way he was dying in this ugly automobile with a gigantic carnivore hanging overhead. The troll lowered himself to the hood of the car. They could stand water, but that scalding heat would boil flesh clean off of bones. Whoever these two were, the troll figured they were his best chance at getting away from the monster.
Post by Locutus Ferox on Aug 8, 2011 4:27:10 GMT -5
The troll found himself struggling for a hand hold and would eventually have to grasp towards the wheel wells or the door frame. Goebbels' window rolled itself down slightly as the deity quickly made for another place to grab on. No sooner had the Troll managed to do that than suddenly the car kicked into motion, the engine roaring as the vehicle lurched forward. Locutus however kept himself oriented towards that dragon. The vehicle was speeding off without a driver.
Locutus stayed outside to buy them time, keeping the creature's attention as the car put distance between them. For those that looked back, Locutus stood toe to toe with the dragon. Before Locutus turned his attention back to the dragon however, the dragon suddenly reared and spat another jet of vaporizing water. The blast engulfed the werewolf frame, erupting in steam and exploding ground as water reaching hundreds if not thousands of degrees slammed into him and the ground. The water, being fully pressurized, maintained a liquid state until it hit an object, at which point it literally exploded into steam.
Suddenly however, the stream crackled as it instantly began to turn to ice. Due to the beyond boiling temperatures, the water contracted before re-expanding as it turned to ice. Burrs and blisters formed along the cylindrical jet of water where expansion and contraction forced it to scatter. The dragon quickly broke off it's attack as the stream was turned into a column of ice. At it's base was a huge star burst pattern where the water had struck the ground and the werecreature, but Locutus was nowhere in sight.
An instant later Locutus was in the driver's seat, reaching over to slam the driver's side door shut. He was back in his human(ish) form, and it was quite easy to see there was no blood on him. Nor were there any burn marks. He did look wet however, but that was unsurprising given the situation. Locutus reached over to the shifter, drove the clutch in, and pulled the car straight from first into fourth gear. The engine rpm dropped like a rock to near idle speeds and it gave a slight protest, but the vehicle suddenly shot forward like a rocket. Luckily they were on mostly stable ground, being a minimum maintenance road. This gave the vette plenty of advantage to take on it's cheetah-like abilities. The car's speed climbed and climbed and climbed. Forty miles per hour soon became eighty... one hundred, One thirty, one fifty....
Soon the car was at an all out sprint, roaring down the straight away towards that bunker. Behind them, which Locutus didn't bother to look, the dragon ROARED. The ground shook subtly as the beast began to chase after the vehicle, and and quite the respectable pace. That was .... until it went airborne. Then it's speed also took off. Locutus slid the vehicle around to the home stretch then gunned the throttle, making the corvette roar almost like the dragon! It's speed soon rushed towards two hundred as they raced the last stretch... until...
Locutus suddenly slammed onto the brakes, bringing the car to a near neck braking deceleration Goebbels and the troll however found the sudden slow down to be surprisingly easy to cope with. The Vehicle Sliiiiiid into the open mouthed bunker that was waiting before them and Locutus made a quick side motion to slam the huge steal door shut. Before the door managed to close Goebbels would see the dragon landing only a few hundred feet from the bunker before-- BOOM. The steel door slammed shut. Locutus then Slammed the car into reverse and worked the vehicle into the furthest corner of the room to keep it out of most of the danger. He then shut it off and opened the door, stepping out of the vehicle and looking around the dimly lit interior of the outer bunker.
Post by Joseph Goebbels on Aug 8, 2011 15:07:51 GMT -5
The troll kept a dogged hold on the car as it drove wildly backwards, eventually punching one of his tusks through the roof of the vehicle in order to keep a firm hold. Joseph yelped when he saw the ivory spike drive straight through the top and immediately curled into a ball. He couldn't watch this, he couldn't...but it was like seeing a train wreck. He couldn't yank his eyes away from the form of Locutus staring down the dragon. When the man became engulfed in steam and ice, then Joseph's panick metre turned up to full. However the screaming didn't begin until he saw Locutus, unharmed except for water dripping off of him, in the driver's seat. He scrambled against the door of the car, staring at the man with wide eyes. He had seen no one withstand the full power of a dragon like that.
No normal man could, not at that range and not with that old of a dragon. The troll punched the top of the car, trying to get Joseph to stop screaming. The high, tinny noise was like someone strangling a bunch of rats and it was hurting his ears. The creature did have the good sense to duck when they sped toward the bunker, the moldy concrete barely brushing the top of his head. The steel door was old. It groaned and cried on the way down, shuddering every time its rusty mechanisms were forced to cooperate. It slammed shut in the dragon's face.
Then the only noises were the wrenching squeal of the troll pulling his tusk out of the car and clambering off, and Joseph's shrieking. "Would you shut up?!" the troll snarled, tempted to rip the little pipsqueak out of the car. He pulled the door open, and a ball of feathers and talons rocketed over his shoulder and up into the pipeworks above their heads. "We're safe!" the troll snarled at Joseph, but could no longer see him clearly in the dim light. He could hear the scrabbling of talons on rusty iron, but decided to let the old drunk calm down for a moment. The cielings were low here, the entire area marked by mould and creeping jungle vines. An old comm system was in one corner of the room, crackling mutely. The floor was marked with numbers, possibly loading docks or designated areas for tanks.
Joseph couldn't stand the dark. He listened to the comm system. That meant there was still power running to this place...it was likely, they'd buried the cables deep underground in steel pipes to prevent animal digging and corrosion. He flew out from the rafters and onto a pipe next to a door. He reached out with a foot and flicked a switch. A bulb over Locutus' head exploded, but the rest of them sputtered to dim, yellow light. Joseph wanted to stay a bird for now, not that it would do him much good. It made him feel safer to be able to fly as opposed to limping around.
"Faith moves mountains, but intelligence moves them to the right place."
Post by Locutus Ferox on Aug 8, 2011 17:58:31 GMT -5
It was only then that Locutus noticed the hole in his car, but he didn't have time to deal with it now. The exploding light bulb showered down onto his shoulders. The place looked abandoned, but Locutus knew better. Deeper into the bunker they would find those who lurked within it. He knew they were already aware of their presence. Then again with the howling dragon, that wouldn't be overly surprising.
Locutus's attention suddenly snapped to the door. Without looking back he grabbed the troll and threw him to the side. The troll was effortlessly tossed clear across the structure as the deity glared down the door. Suddenly a loud BANG echoed through the structure as the door suddenly slammed against the bunker. small chunks of concrete flew in every which direction, scattering the clearing with those high speed projectiles. Steam started to blast its way into the bunker. filling the air and causing it to become far more humid than what it had been already. The sound of high speed water on metal filled the cavernous bunker as the creature outside spewed that high temp, high pressure water onto the door.
At first it seemed like a futile task. Then the door began to glow. The creature's water was hot enough to cause the metal to superheat to near melting temperatures. Locutus was glad Goebbels didn't know the full extent of what was happening to the door. Otherwise the man would have probably been truly terrified. Outside the door Locutus could feel the outer layers of metal being stripped away. The high, intense heat, the sheer speed and force of the water, and the tiny particles that got caught in the stream, which acted like a high powered sander, helped to wear the door down at an insane rate.
But that wasn't all that was happening. Between the door and the bunker were a series of mechanics, like on most sliding doors. This particular bunker had a power driven door, with a clutch in case manual shutting was needed, likely due to motor failure. Locutus hadn't switched the clutch, thus likely did a number on the door's internal mechanics, but that didn't much matter at this point. The steam from the jet managed to work it's way between the door and the bunker, where more triple action work began. Steam began to lubricate the parts inside. Not with true oil that would be best for mechanics, but a constant layer of water, providing a thin later for sliding. The steam also began super-heating the components inside, causing them to expand rapidly. Bolts and gears would soon likely start to pop out of place. Then there was the physical force of that expanding steam, pushing on those parts.
Pops and bangs filled the bunker as the doors mechanics were literally forced apart by the creatures blast. Truly in this instance, superheated water was many times more effective than a straight fire blast may have been. The fire may have cooked it to a higher temp, getting it closer to the melting point, but it would have had less secondary effects. The concrete itself had been worn from that ferocious blast.
Suddenly the blasting stopped. An eerie half-silence filled the room. The thrum of the old bunker provided subtle ambiance but the rest of the inner bunker was silent. The door and the machine that drove it, however, creaked, popped, and dripped. The sound of things trying to resettle after the horrendous assault filled the air. Unfortunately they'd not get time to adjust. Suddenly the sound of metal on metal rang through the air as a large curved piece of metal plowed through the glowing door.
The metal had the unmistakable curve and design of a large blade. There was no mistaking it for anything but the tail blade of the dragon. The blade suddenly curved and twisted as it wrapped itself back towards the door. The room was filled with a sound not unlike a lot of train cars crashing into each other at speeds a bit too fast. The place shook as the door was suddenly ripped from it's frame and tossed clear across the small clearing in front of the bunker.
All Locutus could do was look up at Goebbels for a moment before looking back to the large opening that now filled the front half of the bunker. It was now clear the extent of the damage as one could see just how much the concrete had been blasted away with the aid of dirt, steal, and other concrete particles to act like vicious sandpaper.
Last Edit: Aug 8, 2011 17:59:00 GMT -5 by Locutus Ferox
Post by Joseph Goebbels on Aug 8, 2011 18:57:06 GMT -5
The troll scrambled to his feet, eyes on the melting door. "Well don't just stare at it!" he shouted at Locutus, grabbing the man's arm. God, he would have bruises up and down his spine by the end of today, and pain was shooting up his back from the toss. This human had just thrown a creature that even others of its own kind couldn't toss that easily...! Joseph tightened his grip on the pipes, but even they were starting to warm from the heat spiralling through the steel in the structure. He flew toward the smaller bunker door leading deeper into the structure. Much as this beast could melt steel and probably climb into the hangar, there was no way it could bust open thousands of tons of dirt and rock to get into the lower part of the bunker.
He landed and transformed back, grabbing the flat rod that controlled the opening mechanism for the door. It was thick, designed to keep the place from flooding in the case of any flash rains or extreme storms. But it was also quite rusted shut. He pushed his weight against it, but that amounted to very little. There might have been a teenager hitting it with his fist for all the impact Joseph's body had. The troll looked from door to the rapidly melting steel under the assault of the dragon. "Come on!" he let go of Locutus and ran to help Goebbels, putting his own weight against the rusted metal. It squealed in protest, snarling at them, but the lock was giving.
Just in time too, the door of the bunker was ripped open like a bear with a can of very large tuna. Joseph caught a glimpse of the foot-thick steel bouncing aimlessly across the clearing, coming to land in a deep skid of dirt...blocking the road they had come down. "Locutus!" Joseph shouted at the god. They were exposed now, sunlight was filtering into the bunker's hangar. "We need to get underground now!" The door gave and swung back on its hinges, the rust crumbling against the two pieces of lock sliding against one another. Joseph was hit with a very...very horrible smell. The scent of an old tomb. There were dead down here...a lot of dead. He put the back of his hand to his nose but the troll shoved him through the door. It was when Joseph tried to put weight on his bad leg that he realized something.
He'd left his brace in the car.
"Faith moves mountains, but intelligence moves them to the right place."
Post by Locutus Ferox on Aug 8, 2011 23:54:12 GMT -5
Locutus kept his gaze towards the new mouth the bunker had developed. Within seconds things went from bad, to worse. The tail cleared out of the opening only to be replaced by the head. Before the dragon even opened his mouth Locutus knew what was coming. He felt it's buildup within and Locutus suddenly began to actually worry.
The creatures Maw open and steam rushed out. Locutus quickly snapped his hand up. Suddenly a huge jet of fire erupted from his palm covering the gap between him and the dragon. Then A hot jet of water burst from it's mouth, but it was not alone. The smell of ozone soon filled the air as an electric current joined the water. Locutus could have easily stopped the water, but the electric current posed a bigger problem. Sure he could easily handle the electricity that aimed at him just fine. The problem was that the air around them was now at near a hundred percent humidity, and thus it was likely the electricity, being "lazy" would seek other routes to the ground. As it was the air was already filling up with static discharge even behind the wall of flame where fire met water.
Steam exploded into the air as the fire barred it's passage. The sheer force behind the flames provided a simulated wall for the water to smack up against, instantly evaporating as the water lost it's pressure and began to expand into it's gaseous form. Visible arcs of electricity formed around the metal along the bunker's walls and internal structures, drawing locutus's attention for a moment. He was aware the longer he held the wall of fire, the larger the electrical buildup would be.
Thus with his free hand Locutus reached out, holding palm up, and made a grabbing motion. He slowly lifted his hand up at that point before bringing it over slightly and then straight down with a fast slamming motion. A dull thud was heard as well as the sound of rock on rock. The steam and electrical build up then stopped suddenly. Locutus lowered his hand, letting the flames die down to reveal the dragon having been knocked to the ground. Dirt and rock had been spread everywhere, and to the right of the dragon was a decent sized hole. It wouldn't be too hard to assume the deity had literally ripped a piece of the earth up and clobbered the dragon with it.
He took this opportunity and bolted. Unfortunately for Goebbels he was bolting TOWARDS the dragon. As he ran his form slowly morphed into that large half-man, half-wolf form. As he finished the pace became much faster with those longer legs.
The dragon scrambled to get to it's feet, spotting the large werecreature frame rocketing towards it. It gave a huff and spat a ball of boiling water straight at Locutus. This time the deity was free to turn that ball into a sphere of ice, which he did, the ball freezing on contact with his hand. He tossed the tire sized ball of ice aside effortlessly as he kept his attention upon the large reptilian form in front of him.
The dragon however used the diversion to buy a moment of time. It gave it's wings a mighty heave and pushed itself in the air to slam down a few hundred yards down. Locutus grinned at this. Perfect. Now he could go all out, and as long as Goebbels and the troll stayed put, they should be relatively unharmed. Well, as much all out as he was willing to go at the moment.
He suddenly darted to the side, running in an arc around the dragon. The dragon had other plans for him and unleashed another jet of that water, not seeming short on bursts any time soon. Locutus grinned as the dragon did exactly what he expected it to. The creatures aim was impeccable and collided with the deity's frame. However, like before it froze on contact. The dragon kept turning it's head to follow the deity as he raced around the creature, and all along that path the water froze solid as it collided with the deity.
Soon a solid wall of ice was formed, a half circle around the dragon. The dragon soon realized it's prey was behind said wall and let off another heavy spray of water. However, as soon as it contacted the ice, the stream began to freeze, quickly flowing up stream towards the dragon. Realizing this, the dragon quickly tried to cease it's antics and back up. It wasn't quite quick enough. The stream froze all the way into it's mouth, the column of ice holding the dragon's mouth open.
In a display of power the dragon worked it's jaw, pulling those rows of sharp teeth together. They crunched through the ice, shattering half of the column as they snapped shut. The dragon, in a fit of rage, spat another heavy globe towards that wall, but like the jet, it too was only frozen upon contact. The dragon snarled and gazed upon the wall of ice. Unfortunately it was too thick and fractured to see through and the creature could not get even the faintest of glimpses of it's quarry through that thick clouded ice.
It became all too clear that the dragon needed to adjust it's tactics. The creature was too smart to just charge the ice head on. It's prey would likely be waiting for it on the other side, waiting to strike at the large beast's exposed flanks. It would be completely vulnerable charging in blindly like that. So instead it used another tactic.
The massive bladed tail swung around and the dragon poised it to strike. It shot straight out like a scorpion might sting, and crashed into the ice wall. But, that too had been expected. No sooner had that tail crashed through than the dragon felt a large hand grip it. The dragon grinned and attempted to recoil the tail, trying to drag the werecreature with it, but sadly it would not be so. The grip on that tail was solid and unyielding.
Locutus grinned as he caught a hold of that tail. He wrapped those claws around the thick appendage and then twisted his frame around, pulling on the tail as he went. The result was the dragon was soon pried off its feet and swung around like a large flail. Its massive body crashed through the wall of Ice as Locutus twirled the dragon around like a toy. The dragon's frame eventually spun around and collided with the side of the bunker with earth shaking force.
Outside the bunker concrete chunks scattered in every which direction. It was like a large bomb or artillery round had exploded on top of the bunker. Inside the collision would be near deafening as debris rained down from the roof. Lights swung this way and that, protesting to the abuse with which they were put through. A few of them exploded in a blast of light like the first one had when Goebbels first turned them on. The rest of them dimmed momentarily as the flow of energy was slightly interrupted.
Locutus let go of the dragon as it bounced off the side of the bunker, tumbling a few dozen yards away till it came to a stop. He didn't give it a moment to recover, already sprinting towards the massive creature as it struggled to regain it's feet after the stunning blow it had just received. Locutus quickly sprang up to it as it struggled, pulling his arm back. The creature tried to push off but it was too late. Locutus's arm shot forward, his fingers curled into a fist around the blade that arched out to the side. His knuckles collided with the creatures chest with an unimaginable force. The large, armored, heavy creature suddenly flew backwards as if it was but a small kite caught up in a hurricane gust. It slammed into trees which shattered effortlessly as the dragon was hurtled backwards through the dense forest. The large reptilian continued to crash through the jungle until the force pushing it finally died down enough for a small outcropping of rocks to stop the large beast.
Locutus stood straight up, looking out at the creature silently as he waited to see if it would get up again and attempt to attack him. Between the dragon and him was a trail of shattered trees and rocks that extended not a couple hundred yards, but rather closer to a couple thousand. It was hard to judge distance here, but if Goebbels had to guess, it may possibly have been more than a mile even!
Post by Joseph Goebbels on Aug 9, 2011 13:08:24 GMT -5
Joseph watched the fight for only a few minutes. "Alright...so maybe he is a god." he grumbled under his breath, looking down into the tomb. He couldn't step in there. It brought back too many memories of what had happened. Men shooting themselves, shooting their wives and children. Children aiding others to commit suicide. He shuddered and rubbed his arm, but the troll shoved him inside. "Get moving! We can't sit here and get blasted!" the creature growled at him. He didn't fear the smell of death coming from the depths of the bunker, Joseph did. Joseph gave him a withering look but knew the creature was right. They had to help Locutus. He took a deep breath and slowly made his way down the stairs, putting as little weight on his foot as possible. He was in terrible agony, tears springing to his eyes from having to put weight on the turned-in ankle bones, for however long. By the time he reached the bottom he was hiccuping and gasping in pain. The troll bent slightly and picked him up effortlessly. "Where to?" he asked.
Joseph struggled a bit in the troll's arms and flicked another switch. A low hum of the generator being kicked into life, and they had hallway lights. The minute he did, he wished he hadn't. Corpses lined the concrete hallway, most of them skeletons. They sat against walls, guns in limp fingerbones, some of them laid on the floor, others were slumped in chairs. Blood painted half of the walls, brown and flaking from the concrete. Joseph felt bile rise in his throat and threw up over the trolls' arms. The creature made a disgusted noise and stepped over the mess. "They all killed themselves when they heard the news about Berlin. Most of them. My people killed some of the others...they wanted to destroy us, they were mad with fear." the troll explained. "I was...one of the more sane ones." "Which is why you leapt out of the brush at us with that fucking tree." Joseph grumbled, wiping his mouth and staring at the troll's collarbone. He didn't want to see what the man was stepping over. "We need to get to the arms room. If I'm right and that dragon had artillery shells fired at him from those scars...we can unleash one hell of a barrage."
The troll nodded and lifted a hand from supporting Goebbels' weight, brushing off signs covered in mold. "My name is Fisk, by the way. And I thought you were ne of the cartel. They're always looking for new cocaine factories, and this bunker would be one hell of a cherry for them to find. That car didn't really do anything to dissuade me until I saw you. Our commander kept records of some of your speeches. You were...funny back then. Made the men laugh." Fisk had his eyes on the signs, reading and following them. The deeper they went, the more bodies were there. Even a few trollish ones, gigantic bones that stretched the width of the halls and caused some problems stepping over them.
Joseph made a face, resting his cheek against Fisk's chest. "Yeah well, I lost my sense of humor when my wife poisoned my children and shot herself. Sorry." he grumbled. They ended their walk in a large room with a low cieling, low enough that Fisk had to half-kneel just to get in the door. He let Joseph down and pushed a corpse out of a control chair. "Hey! A little respect!" Joseph snarled at him, but took the seat. "They're dead. Their problems are over." Fisk shrugged. "Trolls recognize that bones are bones. Not something sacred." he eyed the buttons, dimly lit by the generator.
Joseph swept away some of the mold and old blood. "Alright..." he mumbled. "Do you even know how to work these things? I remember you being more of a political attack dog than a literal one." Fisk said nervously. "Well, we'll see." Joseph bristled. He resented the implication he didn't know what he was doing...even though he had no idea. It forced him to bring back memories of touring the bunkers with the Fuhrer, being shown how things worked even though he thought he'd never need to remember them. He turned a key and started when a metal sheath lifted from broken glass windows...that stared right down the barrel of an anti-aircraft weapon. It was half-sunk in the ground and covered in vines, but maybe it would still function. "How the fuck do you load this thing?" Joseph grumbled, pawing the switches and buttons.
Fisk shook his head. "You have to do it manually. Some of us trolls were the only ones that could pick up the shells. Listen..." he flipped a switch and the comm systems flared to life, screeching feedback through the hallways for a few moments and making Goebbels cover his ears. "The second switch is the loading room, I'll grab a shell and try and find the barrel, then I'll let you know when its all loaded." Fisk said, taking off out of the room. Goebbels had half a mind to stop him. He didn't want to be left alone! Not in here! He eyed the fight from the small windows and prayed the dragon didn't direct breath toward either gun or bunker.
He was kept waiting for only a few moments before Fisks' voice alerted him over the comms that the gun was ready. Joseph waited until the dragon was in the line of sight. The trail of destruction gave him a clear shot. He turned the key all the way and the next thing he heard nearly knocked him out of the chair. The shell exploded out of the barrel, straight past Locutus and struck the dragon in the shoulder. The shell exploded on impact. Normally such a weapon would rip a car-sized hole in whatever it was aiming at, and that was the point. Hopefully it would render at least one of the dragon's front legs or wings unuseable.
"Did we hit?!" Fisk asked him. "I heard the aftershocks."
"Load another!" Joseph yelled at the speaker. Hah! Not only the god could fight this one.
Post by Locutus Ferox on Aug 9, 2011 14:47:58 GMT -5
The shell roared overhead, causing Locutus to glance back. He hadn't expected them to find one of the guns. He was also didn't expect any of them to still work, but apparently they did. He looked back to watch the shell in flight. Then came that moment when you're sure you scored a hit. The shell erupted, covering the upper portion of the dragon in a huge ball of fire and smoke.
Locutus was actually impressed. Most beings would never be able to tell, but he could sense that the round never struck the dragon. The impact fuse had struck something right before it and exploded, showing the beast with shrapnel that just bounced off the plating on the dragons chest and shoulders. When the smoke cleared, he looked completely unharmed... well by the round anyway. As he turned, his attention drawn by the suddenly firing gun, a huge dent was visible on his chest. This dent was far bigger than the one created by the direct blast it had taken all those years ago. In fact it was like comparing a .22 to the mighty Flak 88.
As another round was loaded Locutus held up his hand, as if signaling the pair to wait. The dragon was back on it's feet now, but it didn't charge again. It seemed to realize the futility of the notion. Locutus started to walk towards it, hoping he'd be able to talk to the creature when the air split around it and crack.... it was gone. For the first time Locutus was more than a little surprised. There should have been no way that creature had the ability to teleport itself. Yet clearly, it had done so. Locutus reached out with his mind to try and sense the creature when he stopped cold.
The deity turned his head slowly towards where Goebbels was, and the look in his eyes was that of...almost horror. Locutus knew they were aware of their presence, probably before the dragon came about to the car. However, he knew they also knew that Locutus and Goebbels were outside the bunker. He had banked on that buying them a little time. However as the bunker began winding up, he was sure they'd begin to notice. Then when Goebbels fired the cannon, and the troll began mucking about deeper in the bunker, they realized their quarry were inside.
The comm suddenly screeched and hissed then went back to normal, as if for one moment it had reached it's limit before deciding once again that it was fine. If Goebbels cued the comm however, the troll would not answer it. Instead Goebbels would hear a dreadfully familiar voice, impossibly familiar even. Even if Goebbels didn't key the comm the voice would eventually come through, fluent German flowing through with impossible quality of sound.
"Dies ist Oberführer Hans Ritter spezielle Abteilung, der Kommandeur dieser Basis. Zu wem spreche ich?"(This is a senior leader Hans Ritter special department, the commander of this base. To whom am I speaking?)
Locutus started back towards the bunker. Something clearly had him bothered, more so than that dragon had...
