Post by Greeve on Jul 27, 2017 13:43:20 GMT
A harsh wind blew through the barren wasteland that was hell. Greeve briefly wondered where about the wind was coming from. The weather in hell seemed rather, well, unusual. For the most part, it was calm, almost to a stagnant degree. Then in some places it stormed violently. It seemed like the weather changed on a whim here, according to its needs. Which begged the question, was this wind for him? A small smirk appeared on his pale face at the thought.
Though that line of thinking would be cut short when he felt a power approaching him. Several powers actually. Well, it didn't take long for them to find him at all. Not that Greeve expected them to. That was why he was waiting for them out here after all. He closed his eyes, not even watching them approach. "You lot certainly don't waste time, now do you?" He slowly turned his head to look back at the group that had formed behind him. Approximately twenty ogres had turned up in this group, many of varying strengths. He could sense that one or two of them were about his level, one even stronger, but the others were weaker, mainly there to provide numbers of additional support. He could see a couple in the back holding chains, no doubt to bind him in.
Until recently, Greeve had been locked away and bound in hell, sealed up to prevent his return to the land of the living to wreck havoc on the universe. And it had worked, for a period of time, until an ogre named Rosemary had come along. Greeve had managed to pursued her into releasing him from his bindings. Though with the ogre's ability to sense ghosts, he knew it was only a matter of time for the ogres to come and try to imprison him again. That was why he was out here, to wait for them.
One of the ogres stepped towards him, giving the ghost a harsh glare. "You're not getting back out to the world of the living again," he said sternly, "There's nowhere to run, and you're outnumbered. So come along quietly. Being a ghost doesn't spare you from pain you know." Oh, Greeve was very aware of that. He had died twice in existence, his first even involving getting an arm sliced off. His smirk widened and a chuckle escaped from him. "You think I fear pain? That I fear death?" His eyes took a dangerous gleam to them. "My dear sir, I embrace such things. How about you?" He glanced at the ogres around him. One or two of them of their strength, logically, would have been enough to handle Greeve in his current state. But they had gone with the overkill option, bringing more than should reasonably be needed. It was clear Greeve was making a jab at the ogre's own 'bravery', and the head ogre was understanding that.
The ogre gave a viscous snarl. "Let's find out shall we?" He shot forward, his large, muscular bulk closing the gap between him and Greeve. The ghost brought his arms up just in time to absorb the blow from the ogre's punch, sending him flying backwards. The ogre wasn't going to let up however, and moved to keep up with him, throwing blow after blow, determined to beat the smarmy ghost down. Greeve, to his credit, was able to keep up, now deflecting blows rather than simply blocking. But the ghost made no attempt to counter attack. Rather odd, but right now the ogre wasn't paying that any mind. He just wanted to break him and drag him back in chains.
Meanwhile, some of the other ogres had moved to surround the battle, intent on helping their leader. As Greeve was knocked back by a block, another of the ogres took the opportunity to strike the ghost in the back. Greeve let out a grunt as he was knocked forward, momentarily distracted and giving the lead ogre a chance to deliver a rather brutal two handed overhead blow. Greeve was sent crashing downwards, slamming into the floor and kicking up a cloud of dust.
Though that line of thinking would be cut short when he felt a power approaching him. Several powers actually. Well, it didn't take long for them to find him at all. Not that Greeve expected them to. That was why he was waiting for them out here after all. He closed his eyes, not even watching them approach. "You lot certainly don't waste time, now do you?" He slowly turned his head to look back at the group that had formed behind him. Approximately twenty ogres had turned up in this group, many of varying strengths. He could sense that one or two of them were about his level, one even stronger, but the others were weaker, mainly there to provide numbers of additional support. He could see a couple in the back holding chains, no doubt to bind him in.
Until recently, Greeve had been locked away and bound in hell, sealed up to prevent his return to the land of the living to wreck havoc on the universe. And it had worked, for a period of time, until an ogre named Rosemary had come along. Greeve had managed to pursued her into releasing him from his bindings. Though with the ogre's ability to sense ghosts, he knew it was only a matter of time for the ogres to come and try to imprison him again. That was why he was out here, to wait for them.
One of the ogres stepped towards him, giving the ghost a harsh glare. "You're not getting back out to the world of the living again," he said sternly, "There's nowhere to run, and you're outnumbered. So come along quietly. Being a ghost doesn't spare you from pain you know." Oh, Greeve was very aware of that. He had died twice in existence, his first even involving getting an arm sliced off. His smirk widened and a chuckle escaped from him. "You think I fear pain? That I fear death?" His eyes took a dangerous gleam to them. "My dear sir, I embrace such things. How about you?" He glanced at the ogres around him. One or two of them of their strength, logically, would have been enough to handle Greeve in his current state. But they had gone with the overkill option, bringing more than should reasonably be needed. It was clear Greeve was making a jab at the ogre's own 'bravery', and the head ogre was understanding that.
The ogre gave a viscous snarl. "Let's find out shall we?" He shot forward, his large, muscular bulk closing the gap between him and Greeve. The ghost brought his arms up just in time to absorb the blow from the ogre's punch, sending him flying backwards. The ogre wasn't going to let up however, and moved to keep up with him, throwing blow after blow, determined to beat the smarmy ghost down. Greeve, to his credit, was able to keep up, now deflecting blows rather than simply blocking. But the ghost made no attempt to counter attack. Rather odd, but right now the ogre wasn't paying that any mind. He just wanted to break him and drag him back in chains.
Meanwhile, some of the other ogres had moved to surround the battle, intent on helping their leader. As Greeve was knocked back by a block, another of the ogres took the opportunity to strike the ghost in the back. Greeve let out a grunt as he was knocked forward, momentarily distracted and giving the lead ogre a chance to deliver a rather brutal two handed overhead blow. Greeve was sent crashing downwards, slamming into the floor and kicking up a cloud of dust.