Spicy levels a glare at the Peasent Pummeler, if he's left on the field then there won't be much of a Rebellion if he's left to his own devices.
...
He's still upgrading The Church though.
ACTION 1: There's never enough upgrades!
Power sparks through The Church, the wood inside shifting to a fine oak, polished and kept to a boggling degree. From the Power a fine red rug weaves itself into existence, laying itself down the isle.
The sparks leap through the air, landing near the stone walls with a splash that seems to send golden droplets splattering across the room. The stone floor ripples as golden shafts rise from where the sparks hit, turning into simple, if golden, candle stands.
Action 2&3: Doing a thing and being productive!
Spicy turns his mind back to the Interception Runes he fashioned back in the Prison. Now that he has a proper amount of Power, he can be a bit more forceful about application.
Spicy wills into existence several stone slabs, as thick as a man's tall and towering over him by several feet. Grimacing at the experience to come Spicy holds an arm up, blue mana pumping through and traveling into the stones.
It only lasts a moment before his reserves begin to tap out, but a surge of Power refreshes the stores, allowing him to pump more and more Mana into the stones. And so the process repeats until every stone is saturated with Mana.
A loud 'crack!' sounds across the field as every slab begins to burst at the seams from the internal pressure, before a hurried burst of Power binds intent into the stones. Shifting their color from the pastel blue to a bright grey.
"Not as big or as pretty as the one's that protected cities, but they'll do." Spicy hums, examining his handiwork before vanishing the stones with a wave.
—Elsewhere!-
The Peasent Pummeler sat buffing his knuckles preparing to partake in his favorite activity, pummeling, of course.
WHEN SUDDENLY!
A low, high-pitched whistle can be heard over his head. Several in fact. Thinking this odd the Peasent Pummeler turns his head skyward he barely catches a glimpse of four pulsating grey stone slabs coated in an light-orange energy shaped into the form of a drill.
"Odd." He comments, before the stones slam into the ground around him.
A quick glance proves that the light-orange coating took the brunt of the impact before dissipating, leaving the pulsating grey energy intact on the stones now lodged into the ground.
'No problem.' He thinks, despite his now trapped state. 'I'm the Pummeler, I can just...' He rears back his fist at that thought, before bringing his fist into the Odd Stones.
His mighty fist, is only met with a hollow thud and a mocking smiley face appearing on the Odd Stone, it begins to laugh. "Wow! You can't even beat an inanimate object, no wonder you couldn't stand up to Butch!" It mocks.
Infuriated at the old wound being picked at by a chipper cartoon smile, Peasent Pummeler throws another punch at the Odd Mocking Stones, only to be met with another hollow thud. "How the hell do you know that!?"
"Everyone knows about that old spat PP-Boy!" They all laugh in sync at the old immature nickname, their laughter echoing around the stone box.
Peasent Pummeler felt rage well up in him, as he prepared to smash the Odd Mocking Stone into tiny bits of gravel for the insult to his honor as a Pummeler! He wouldn't leave until every Odd Mocking Stone is dust beneath his knuckles!
—Elsewhere!-
Spicy closes the laptop with a thud, glad that the Peasent Pummler's entire life story was on the internet. Convenient that.
(Action 1, Upgrading THE CHURCH. Action 2&3, Trapping/Stalling the Peasent Puncher with Odd Mocking Stones!)
...
He's still upgrading The Church though.
ACTION 1: There's never enough upgrades!
Power sparks through The Church, the wood inside shifting to a fine oak, polished and kept to a boggling degree. From the Power a fine red rug weaves itself into existence, laying itself down the isle.
The sparks leap through the air, landing near the stone walls with a splash that seems to send golden droplets splattering across the room. The stone floor ripples as golden shafts rise from where the sparks hit, turning into simple, if golden, candle stands.
Action 2&3: Doing a thing and being productive!
Spicy turns his mind back to the Interception Runes he fashioned back in the Prison. Now that he has a proper amount of Power, he can be a bit more forceful about application.
Spicy wills into existence several stone slabs, as thick as a man's tall and towering over him by several feet. Grimacing at the experience to come Spicy holds an arm up, blue mana pumping through and traveling into the stones.
It only lasts a moment before his reserves begin to tap out, but a surge of Power refreshes the stores, allowing him to pump more and more Mana into the stones. And so the process repeats until every stone is saturated with Mana.
A loud 'crack!' sounds across the field as every slab begins to burst at the seams from the internal pressure, before a hurried burst of Power binds intent into the stones. Shifting their color from the pastel blue to a bright grey.
"Not as big or as pretty as the one's that protected cities, but they'll do." Spicy hums, examining his handiwork before vanishing the stones with a wave.
—Elsewhere!-
The Peasent Pummeler sat buffing his knuckles preparing to partake in his favorite activity, pummeling, of course.
WHEN SUDDENLY!
A low, high-pitched whistle can be heard over his head. Several in fact. Thinking this odd the Peasent Pummeler turns his head skyward he barely catches a glimpse of four pulsating grey stone slabs coated in an light-orange energy shaped into the form of a drill.
"Odd." He comments, before the stones slam into the ground around him.
A quick glance proves that the light-orange coating took the brunt of the impact before dissipating, leaving the pulsating grey energy intact on the stones now lodged into the ground.
'No problem.' He thinks, despite his now trapped state. 'I'm the Pummeler, I can just...' He rears back his fist at that thought, before bringing his fist into the Odd Stones.
His mighty fist, is only met with a hollow thud and a mocking smiley face appearing on the Odd Stone, it begins to laugh. "Wow! You can't even beat an inanimate object, no wonder you couldn't stand up to Butch!" It mocks.
Infuriated at the old wound being picked at by a chipper cartoon smile, Peasent Pummeler throws another punch at the Odd Mocking Stones, only to be met with another hollow thud. "How the hell do you know that!?"
"Everyone knows about that old spat PP-Boy!" They all laugh in sync at the old immature nickname, their laughter echoing around the stone box.
Peasent Pummeler felt rage well up in him, as he prepared to smash the Odd Mocking Stone into tiny bits of gravel for the insult to his honor as a Pummeler! He wouldn't leave until every Odd Mocking Stone is dust beneath his knuckles!
—Elsewhere!-
Spicy closes the laptop with a thud, glad that the Peasent Pummler's entire life story was on the internet. Convenient that.
(Action 1, Upgrading THE CHURCH. Action 2&3, Trapping/Stalling the Peasent Puncher with Odd Mocking Stones!)
