Anyway I only had like a half hour today to write, but luckily action scenes come very, very easily to me to freewrite. I'm not a freewriter, but if there's one thing that I can free write, it's action scenes. I'm not sure if they're interesting for anyone else to read, but they're a great way for me to get in loads of word count in a very short amount of time, and it's so awesome that most of the writing I need to do this next week till the end of the month, is action scene writing.
This is a little over 1,000 words, room for more and I'll take that, but this just all came so easily to me, and I can only hope/pray that the rest of it comes out this smoothly in the days upcoming.
kissifer attack
The last of the bubble slipped off of Moone as easily as if it were soap.
Moone, exposed to the magical elements, set aside everything and started running. As far away from his team and the compound as possible. Anything to get them the best possible chance at secrecy, not to draw attention to himself, if it wasn't already too late with whatever was going on with MacBeth...
It had been too long, far too long. There had been that pixie, sure, but that wouldn't have sated Moone's bane much at all, especially seeing how small the threat was, so as to be defeated almost accidentally... these things built up, like static charges, and now that the bubble of protection around him had dropped it was almost inevitable that...
Hello, old chum, Moone felt a suave voice whisper in his ear.
Something deep in his gut swore. Literally, a literal swear word, coming from Moone's large intestines. Moone's hemorrhoid had the ability to speak; it was actually a demon and one demon can always recognize another (is it too early to bring that up; I'm trying to establish a serious narrative here and there's a demon possessing Moone's rectum and it's making it really awkward to do my job, but there's no other way around it without mentioning it at all, and I can't do that because, demons! so anyway phil yeah I'm kinda in a pickle over this one.)
A note on demon names before we continue: demons tend to have ugly names- and ugly names get turned into ugly words. Essentially, without naming any specific examples for obvious reasons, every time you’re using a slur, it’s almost guaranteed that you’re taking the name of some demon or other out there in vain.
That's only run-of-the-mill demons. The everyday kind who are in charge of tempting people to gluttony and sloth. There are certain special demons, though, that are so evil, so powerful, that at the final judgement they will have their own hells reserved specifically for imprisoning them. Their names, black and ugly and unimaginably horrific, get turned into special words, not swears or curses or slurs at all, but things far, far worse.
These are demons so terrifying that their names can only be turned into the names of children's programming.
The demon's name was Kissifer.
And the hemorrhoid who recognized him was the demon Poo.
Moone turned around. There, at his ear, stood Kissifer: six or seven or eight feet tall, sinewy body black as tar, rippling wiry wormlike muscles, a bulbous head closer to that of an insect than that of a man. His lipless mouth formed an impossible, maddening smile. Needles for teeth or a second mouth as a tongue or crustacean-like jaws.
Moone tried to bolt again, but Kissifer cut him off with no apparent physical exertion, sliding in front of Moone squaring against him face on.
It was the nature of magic... The demon attempted immediate possession of Moone.
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Kissifer uprooted a fully grown tree with one hand, and swung it at Moone like a baseball bat. The trees here were more sparsely spaced, but there was some room to swing at him- the trees that were in the way knocking over, roots getting pushed out and tossing debris and the rocks the tree had grown over into the air, alongside the splinters that were flying through the air from the crashings of the trees together. The trunk, shorter and splintered at the end, ~~~, Moone backing away eyes firmly on the swinging log. Kissifer was dangerous at a distance. Paradoxically, Moone decided, casting a glance behind him to gauge the distance to the cliff, the safest place to be for him in fighting the demon would be, closer.
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[ There was a steep cliff, loose rubble and snow causing avalanche below- maybe distract guards down below. ]~~~~
Moone bounced opposite, caromed to one of the trees that had extended hardy roots into the cliffside and was extending out over the precipitous drop. The hazel bark was slippery in the thaw, and Moone pirouetted back off of the bark and into the ~~ of the demon. grazing the demon and bouncing back off, rolling full-bodied in the snow. The demon rushed him almost before he got the chance to stand up again- Kissifer at full height bearing down on Moone, trying to keep him pinned, but Moone slipped over ice, finding a rough patch over a rock and allowing him to get the leverage to stand back up as Kissifer extended pressure downward. Moone popping upwards, this left Kissifer in a ~~ position, Moone standing above with his head at knee height; Moone kneed the demon in the forehead, left leg then right leg.
Kissifer twisted his head to snap his massive jaw around Moone's leg; he extended an oily tongue like a long tentacle and wrapped it around Moone's left leg as he tried to knee Kissifer in one of his bulbous eyes. Extending his massive bulk to full height, dangling Moone off the ground upside down, proved to be too much for the ice of the frozen river on which Kissifer stood; who would have guessed. Leaning over Moone had cracked it a little, causing water to spurt up through the cracks; Kissifer now crashed fully through the ice, though the bed wasn't deep enough to sink more than his feet down into it before he hit bedrock. This was just enough to trip the demon, who crashed forward onto the ice, biting his own tongue off and setting Moone sliding down at great speed to the frozen waterfall only a few meters away.
Sliding legs first, he caught himself digging his feet into the ice; slipping around onto his belly and looking up back toward the demon allowed him to see the next obstacle coming. The inky black demon ichor melted through the ice almost as soon as it touched, separating the chunk of ice Moone was on and sliding it over the edge as it was caught in the newly regenerated flow of the waterfall. The long thin sheet of ice extended over the precipice, the ice edge falling off chunk by chunk.
MacBeth had set himself up a little closer to the compound, at a plateau [distance] downward. Moone realized what he needed to do, and, with an apologetic expression on his face back toward Kissifer... allowed himself to plummet downward, the angry, tongueless demon howling and lunging close behind.
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