Gone With the Wind - Act III

[Silverdream]

Awesome. I'd say that this is better than ib's work.

[Zahru II]

You can have a purist Redrover guys, as long as you're willing to pay the price:

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[RedRover]

You can have a purist Redrover guys, as long as you're willing to pay the price:

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Next investment!

[stubby]

All you need is some red vinyl dye

[RedRover]

Hoe long does that last?

[stubby]

It's permanent. It dissolves into the first couple millimeters of plastic and bonds with it. The dissolving process does change the surface texture a little bit, the plastic is no longer as smooth and shiny:

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Just make sure you're getting vinyl dye and not paint.

[Kommander Ken]

"Sometimes you're sent to different dimensions on a whim for a good reason."





"And sometimes you're not."

[Kommander Ken]

Ken met solid ground with a face full of snow.






Startled, the minifig sat up and eyed his surroundings, "what a strange dream..." At least it felt like a dream. Why would he wake up lying face down near the edge of a cliff? Ken wondered if he had too much frost rum somewhere down the line, perhaps in celebration over the victory at Pinewood. His memories were, after all, rather cloudy prior to his unconsciousness, which may have been enough to cement the idea that he was just drunk off his arse.






It was then through Ken's reflecting that his eyes fell upon a familiar figure above.

"Aw hell," Ken cursed and drew his blade. "You again?"






A hoarse, raspy voice issued from the figure. It was so otherworldly that Ken had a hard time understanding it.

"...B̶͏e̵͝f̢͜o̵r͜e̕ ́͘t͡h̡̀͜e͠ l̷͞ás̸t͘ ҉o͘҉f͏ ̵̡t͏͜h͘is̵ ͝h͡o̸̧͡u̕r͞,́̀͘
̨҉B̡e̡͢f̶o̷r̀e͘͏ ̛c̸͡r̡̀y̛͢ ͘o͢f͏̕҉ t̡h҉e̴ m̴͟͡or̵͞n̨̕in͝g ̸͞҉c͘͏o̢҉͢c͠k,
Í͜'l̴̵l҉ ͏h͞a̸͟v̷͞e҉͢ ͟c̷̵o҉̢̧n̴sú́m̸e̵͘d ̶a̛̛̕l̷͟l̕ ̶t̵͘hy̢͢'̨̢̕s̵ ̨͠҉pǫ̵w̛e͜r
Ań͢d̢̢̀ ͏̡̀d͜͏e̛͜f̕t̸̢l҉y̧̨ ͞l͡ea͟͡ve̸ ́t͏h̶̛i͏̛s̴̢̛ ̢͢͠b̨̛l̨͏oo̸͘͠d̡͡y̕ ̕͏ŗ͟ó͠c̶̕͜k."






"The hell are you saying? Did I... did I hear something about cocks in there?"






The QuantumStalker responded with a rise of it's staff. Magical energy sparked to existence and formed an aura around it, whatever the Stalker was doing, Ken hoped it was just for show.






It wasn't.






It definitely wasn't. Before Ken could do anything, he found himself surrounded by shambling undead soldiers.






"Not good! Where the hell did you guys come from?!"






"Okay, no worries... I got this."






An undead warrior blunders toward Ken from behind but he spins around and decapitates it, surprisingly quicker on his feet than he remembered. "Whoa, did I do that?"






He turns on his heels just in time to catch the head of an axe on his blade.






With a heave, Ken locks his weapon with the undead's and drags his bony adversary to act as a body shield. Arrows from above him sail through his newly acquired shield just as planned.






While discarding his 'shield', the undead close in and brandish their rusty weapons. Ken only hesitates a second before finding a gap and breaking through it. "Well, this is new but very convenient."






Behind him, axes and swords bury themselves in the snow where he last stood.












"Take-"






"-THIS!"






Two more skeletal warriors fall while the survivors close in, heedless of their fallen comrades deaths.






Ken steps out of the path of one and quickly impales one though it's back. "Y'know, you guys should really start attacking me at once."






And quickly turns around to 'gut' another just as it raised its arm to strike him. "Instead of doing... whatever this is."





"Oh shi- I mean, that's better!"






Ken catches both axe blades with his sword and for just a second or two he locks eyes with his gaunt attackers.






Before shoving them back. One falls flat on it's backside while the other stumbles backward.






Ken finishes the fallen warrior before it can pull itself back together.






"Whoa, now!" He narrowly avoids a sword as it sails across his field of vision.






With a flick of his wrist, Ken tries a low blow at the combatant's legs, but the warrior parries.






Then with a series of acrobatics he didn't know he was capable of, he aims a roundhouse kick straight into the warrior's visor.













One final warrior, fitted in heavy armor and weaponry to match, lumbers toward Ken and raises it's halberd. A haunting, humorless chuckle left it's decomposing lips.






Ken rolls away and the halberd slices into the snow.






Quick as he can, he then springs to his feet and deals a blow to which is easily parried by the undead's heavy shield.






CRASH!

Before any of the two combatants could make another move, something collides with the armored horror and smashes it into the snow.

"Huh. How did I do that?"






Ken turns to find the culprit and... ally?






It was an interesting sight to behold. The creature, Ken had assumed, was some kind of golem. Frostborne villagers often told tales of these titanic ice golems around campfires, claiming to have stumbled upon (some even bold enough to claim fighting one) in the very highest and most isolated parts of the Crags. More often then not, the tales were dismissed as ghost stories and myths, but Ken could now say otherwise.






The golem seemed to take little notice in Ken as it reached into the snow for something.






It grabbed hold of a large chunk of solid ice, probably buried ages ago by accumulating snow.






Cliffside, the QuantumStalker looked taken aback, meanwhile his summoned archers kept firing on without effect.






With a deep grunt, the ice golem lifted the mass of ice into the air.











And hurls it with seemingly new effort whatsoever.





The ice hurtled toward the archers while the Stalker had disappeared. Gone without trace.






SMAAAASSHH!







The mountainside grew quiet then. With the undead taken care of and his mysterious enemy vanished yet again, Ken slowly approached the golem.






The creature turned it's lumbering form toward the much smaller Ken, who winced a little but stood his ground. "Thank... you?" Ken said inquisitively. The golem only stared at him with unblinking eyes.






Ken was about to say more, but the golem silenced him by holding out a crystalline hand. It grunted once and and nodded toward it's back. Ken understood, sort of.

"Oh, what the hell. What's the worst that could come of it?"






He scaled up the giant's slippery arms, minding the sharp icicles along the way.






"Ready!"






With a grumble, the golem turns and lumbers back the way it came, Ken somehow finding a footing secure enough to keep himself from falling. "Man, I sure got a way with the wildlife here."






"Now... where were we going again?"




~END~

[Natalya]

Excellent fight photography and choreography.

[Zupponn]

Friendly golem is badass.

[BFenix]

[runnybabbit223]

I've become quite a fan of Ken, hope to see more.

[Kommander Ken]

Thanks everyone!