⇨ SPACE FIGHT

[ringleaders]

Who: Carnival members, athletes, and aliens.
When: Forward-dated to Day 44
Where: The carnival, Zargon, and Olympic Spaceship.
What: Whoops, it's an alien invasion.
Warnings: Cartoon violence, and an overabundance of Yakety Sax style shenanigans

THE ALIEN HORDES↴ On the morning of Day 44, things go a bit differently. The carnival opens it's doors and for an hour, things are going just fine...until the aliens attack, that is. ► ALIEN INVASION: The carnival, the athlete's village, and Olympic Spaceship will find themselves overrun by aliens: specifically, a race called the Greimen. The name's accurate: they look like stereotypical grey aliens, only 2-4 feet tall. They're invading the spaceship and the planet, trying to take control of Zargon and Olympic Spaceship for themselves. The main strength these aliens have is their numbers: there's literally thousands of them. Unfortunately for the aliens, they don't have many other strengths. They're easily punchable, kickable, ray guns permanently set to stun, and other amusing space weapons designed to minorly inconvenience people. ► FUCK THIS SHIT I'M OUT: The fighting lasts for a good half-hour or so before the Ringmaster decides no, this is dumb. Characters who aren't at the carnival will feel a compulsion to return to the carnival. Once everyone's there, the Ringmaster will magically eject the remaining aliens from carnival grounds and yank the carnival away from the Olympics themselves. ► OOC GUIDELINES: Despite the fact that this is a fight log, the carnage shouldn't be too excessive! No horribly mutilating the aliens, y'all. The aliens are only mildly better equipped than the Space Olympics themselves, so everything will be a bit comedic and light-hearted. Characters can get hurt, but the wounds should tend more towards 'amusing injuries' than 'someone losing a leg'. As the log's forward-dated, feel free to keep doing all your fun space olympics nonsense in the other logs!

Comments

[fourthscribe]

With her own ears being yanked and her balance nearly completely thrown, even Tanyuu's patience is starting to wear thin. She grits her teeth and pushes two of the little invaders off before running forward and shoving through the crowd, pushing the Greimen aside with...actually impressive ease. It's enough to actually leave a wake behind them, but once Tanyuu breaks past the edge of the mob they've already started to regroup and make chase.

[scientificist]

Honestly, Herbert is actually a little impressed. He obviously made the correct decision landing on Tanyuu as a protector, even if she is shorter than he is in his usual body and a female makeup...professional(?).

He pulls himself back up a little higher on her shoulders and yells: "Left at the end of this hall!"

[fourthscribe]

It's not much more than luck, Herbert--any troll would be able to handle something like this, provided they aren't a staunch pacifist. also what is with that question mark u dick

Some stun shots fly past the two of them, several coming dangerously close to catching Herbert's feathers, and Tanyuu nods, turning the corner--

And stumbling on the edge of her robes, falling to the ground with a yelp.

[scientificist]

Precisely. Luck, in that he found someone transformed into a useful alien species, as opposed to, for instance, his only remaining employee who's even smaller than he is right now.

Herbert has himself plastered as close to Tanyuu as he can manage while she runs, head jouncing slightly with her pace, but he loses his grip when she topples and he shoots sideways over her shoulder onto the ground. "No!" he yells, non-specifically at anyone as he tries to scramble up to his feet and hide behind Tanyuu even as she's on the ground. He absolutely won't stand up to a stunning shot.

[fourthscribe]

"Damn--!" Tanyuu scrambles to get her feet back under her, but when the shots start coming in harder she moves to shield Herbert's smaller frame. She only has a few moments to figure out how to get out of this, and...

"Sorry!"

She scoops Herbert up under one arm, and gathers up as much of her robes as she can in the other before taking off again.