He spots the move an instant before the skull comes flying. It's a flair of true Nine Houses style; it's a classic. Maul speeds that sharp orb of bone at him, fast enough to destroy anything in its way—
It freezes in the air an inch in front of God's forehead. The skull hangs suspended. Then it flakes away to so much pale dust, and shows God's smile, behind it.
This is when the Beast bursts into the ring.
It's a big one: approximately moose-shaped, if a moose were dripping bits of gore and strings of black ichor. If a moose probably ate wayward children and the souls of the innocent. Its rack of antlers is a heinous jumble of bone, an ugly crown, and it bugles a sound like metal dragging on metal.
The skeletons turn to this new target. The net of blood drops away, suddenly inert and liquid again. It's an opening; it's a crossroads. Maul is left free to choose his next move.
John, without a speck of surprise, says: "We could play a bit of co-op. If you'd like to join me?"
Maul's beginning to figure out what his next move will be and wondering how his opponent will counter it. As far as he can tell, he's at a bit of a disadvantage against this....is he a reality warper? Or simply able to manipulate the bodies of others? Maul isn't sure. But he can bleed and therefore in Maul's estimation he can die.
Before he can put anything into effect, there's a new player in the arena, and Maul turns to face this new threat. Well, that is one grody looking monster, and Maul knows taking it on will be a challenge by himself. A fun one, to be certain, but the idea of taking it on with this stranger does sound like a good time to Maul. He nods to John. "Alright. Shall we begin then?"
Across the bloody sand, he breaks into another smile.
"I'll set it up, you drop it."
At once, the skeletons burst into movement. They all clatter and clamor towards the Beast, intent on drawing its aggression and hemming it in. When Maul steps forward, it will be with a dozen spindly white shadows at his side.
The net of blood begins to weave itself up again, shimmering at the back of the Beast. He has always loved this part: putting together all the moves for the final takedown. It looks good in movies. It's not something he has gotten to do much of; God is so rarely in his own fights.
Maul finds this guy is much more fun when he's on the Sith Lord's side than fighting against him. He flips his lightsaber around once, twice, and then charges ahead with the little army of skeletons at his side.
The moose monsters bellows and charges Maul, lowering its head in an attempt to gore him. Maul keeps moving forward and at the very last second, he drops down and skids along the arena floor like a baseball player sliding to home. He slices at the creature's tendons with his lightsaber, cutting its tendons to hamstring it.
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It freezes in the air an inch in front of God's forehead. The skull hangs suspended. Then it flakes away to so much pale dust, and shows God's smile, behind it.
This is when the Beast bursts into the ring.
It's a big one: approximately moose-shaped, if a moose were dripping bits of gore and strings of black ichor. If a moose probably ate wayward children and the souls of the innocent. Its rack of antlers is a heinous jumble of bone, an ugly crown, and it bugles a sound like metal dragging on metal.
The skeletons turn to this new target. The net of blood drops away, suddenly inert and liquid again. It's an opening; it's a crossroads. Maul is left free to choose his next move.
John, without a speck of surprise, says: "We could play a bit of co-op. If you'd like to join me?"
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Before he can put anything into effect, there's a new player in the arena, and Maul turns to face this new threat. Well, that is one grody looking monster, and Maul knows taking it on will be a challenge by himself. A fun one, to be certain, but the idea of taking it on with this stranger does sound like a good time to Maul. He nods to John. "Alright. Shall we begin then?"
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"I'll set it up, you drop it."
At once, the skeletons burst into movement. They all clatter and clamor towards the Beast, intent on drawing its aggression and hemming it in. When Maul steps forward, it will be with a dozen spindly white shadows at his side.
The net of blood begins to weave itself up again, shimmering at the back of the Beast. He has always loved this part: putting together all the moves for the final takedown. It looks good in movies. It's not something he has gotten to do much of; God is so rarely in his own fights.
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The moose monsters bellows and charges Maul, lowering its head in an attempt to gore him. Maul keeps moving forward and at the very last second, he drops down and skids along the arena floor like a baseball player sliding to home. He slices at the creature's tendons with his lightsaber, cutting its tendons to hamstring it.