Post by Gaia on May 22, 2022 10:47:21 GMT -8
There was nothing quite like the roar of conflict in his ears; agony, misfortune, suffering. The adamant protector of the Undernet would not falter in his loyalty, never once would he waver in his certainty for the Man with the Ribbons. There would be no hope for those that stood against him in his charge, no hope for those that think they could past him barge, no chance for these that must behold his ruinous dance!
Without warning, motes of light rained from the sky in every color imaginable. StrifeMan, expecting refugees from all over the world, stood at the ready, to keep the door steady; without the man with the ribbons himself present to rule, it was StrifeMan's hand that was forced in this duel. What would become of the colors, he could never even have wondered, for those that had come to attack and to plunder.
Beings unlike any StrifeMan had ever seen, of every color and design, of every size and type, came down from the sky. Like beings made of raw energy with semi-solid plates making up more defined portions of their body, what StrifeMan would soon learn were called Wave Beings began lining up one after the other in the Undernet. They were endless.
He tried talking to them, he did! To make them understand, the mand that he had, lest he needed to treat them as bad! To talk and to care, rather than to blame and to glare! It was all for shame, worthless, in truth. StrifeMan would be forced to maim!
. . . That, in truth, was not a bad thing for StrifeMan. Some of the newcomers, displaced from their worlds or lost in space, had good intentions in mind. Others came with the intent to be cruel, rude, and make their power known and shown! With only the Undernet available to accept them, StrifeMan was left with but one choice. It was his favorite!
. . . Violence.
He huffed and howled as his form rapidly changed between the powers that he wielded, striking down those that simply could not be yielded, the battlefield alight with powers strong and weak, but his power alone would crush both the prideful and the meek! Time and again their onslaught fell on him, and without worry did StrifeMan endure, as pain rocked him to his very core, and he bid his time, standing against their tide, and would unleash his wrath all at once! Like a storm in the wind, calm yet inevitable, he unleashed to destroy all in his wake. Wave beings scattered all around him, his body tired but itself unyielding. When would they stop trying, when would they recognize that his suffering was without end, and they could not push him past the threshold within the place that he was charged to protect?
StrifeMan didn't know. But, fight, he would continue, and cackle with glee, as he lashed out time and again against those that dared to be!