I'm going to assume it's still the same world, simply so the same Oliolli can remain. Too bad about what happened at the previous
I had kinda sorta had a lot of plans for that place. Oh well.
And I had to sleep over all that.
Hey, are we going to make that TV Tropes page or something?
BTW, I'll just go over the battle of the Oliollis, this happens
before the utter destruction of the fortress, I'll just have to evacuate Oliolli from the general area before rocks fall.
Music.
Trace amounts of forumitium remained in the fortress. Amounts too small to bring in a legend, the substance began seeping towards the lower parts of the fortress.--
Clockwork Oliolli approached Oliolli. "Yes, your good friend HugoLuman has a doppelganger. In a clockwork body, no less. But even he is but a pawn in the big picture. Why am I telling you this, you ask? Well, naturally I, as your rival, must deliver a proper monologue before the fight. ... Nah, Let's just get this over with." Clockwork Oliolli punched his fists into the slade, causing great cracks. Blue bolts of energy arced into the slade form it's hands, and soon Clockwork Oliolli pulled from the terrain a large sword, more or less the size of a man. Oliolli's thoughts were distributed between That has got to be diffcult to use, Cool trick that and Why did I throw away that Spawnsword? Deciding to surprise Clockwork Oliolli and maybe even disarm it, Oliolli stepped forward with his right leg, closing the distance between them and struck at the sword with his copper pick from his right. The pick glanced away, and Clockwork Oliolli quickly struck back, turning the blade sideways and cutting off the head of the pick. "You fool! Do you not remember that slade is immune to all weapons?" Oliolli threw the pick's handle away, as Clockwork Oliolli lifted the sword above it's head and brought it down at Oliolli. Oliolli moved his left leg to his right from behind his right leg, averting the blow. Before even properly setting his left foot down he kicked it up back up, and as the blade came down, set his leg on the other side of the blade. "If it's immune to weapons, I'll just have to tear it apart with my bare damn hands!" Grabbing the blade he was now sitting on and keeping down from different directions with his hands, he began to pull in different directions. Slowly the blade began to bend and tear. Anticipating Clockwork Oliolli's next move, he quickly slid off the blade and took a step forward (left leg) as Clockwork Oliolli jerked the blade up: had Oliolli not moved he would've been cut in half. In one swift movement, Oliolli grabbed the blade again, now directly between him and Clockwork Oliolli, kicked the handle of the sword from below with his right leg, nearly breaking Clockwork Oliolli's grip on it, and pulled the sword away from Clockwork Oliolli's grasp, throwing it over his own head, into an eerie glowing pit behind him, suffering a cut to his left shoulder in the process. Unfortunately, this opened up an excellent spot for an attack by Clockwork Oliolli, who kicked Oliolli in the stomach, sending him flying. While Oliolli was getting up and trying to catch his breath Clockwork Oliolli punched his hands into the slade again, arcing the same energy as before. This time Clockwork Oliolli pulled out two short swords. It began running toward Oliolli, who quickly dodged the incoming blades to the left, while kicking Clockwork Oliolli in his right leg. Being a clockwork machine, this had very little effect. Within moments, it had lost balance as the leg was moved from under it, regained balance and set it's foot down again. Clockwork Oliolli spun to it's, blades at waist and chest height, ready to slice through Oliolli's soft tissue. Oliolli's reflexes kicked in, and he jumped to stomach height and positioned himself parallel to the ground. One blade swung from beneath him, the other from above him. As the blades passed him, he set his hands to the ground, kicked speed from the lower blade and threw his legs over his body, in the end landing on his feet. Clockwork Oliolli spun until it's back faced Oliolli, stopped and slashed from above it's head. Oliolli stepped to his left with his right leg, turning 90 degrees clockwise to avert the blows, which he assumed were both coming from above, and remained in motion, even as he felt a sharp pain in his left leg. Oliolli spun 270 degrees clockwise and facing Clockwork Oliolli again placed his left foot onto the ground - only to find that his left leg ended in a blood stump of a knee. Clockwork Oliolli had struck form the side with his second sword, cutting Oliolli's leg off. Oliolli kept spinning as he began to fall down, resulting in him landing on his chest, facing away from Clockwork Oliolli. Oliolli knew what Clockwork Oliolli would do next: move in for the killing blow. Oliolli was unarmed, barely mobile and very open to attack. In front of Oliolli there was a handle of something, however. Oliolli assumed it was his pick, grabbed it and placed his right foot onto the ground, bending it in a difficult manner. As Clockwork Oliolli leapt at Oliolli, Oliolli grabbed the handle, pushed his upper body off the ground, kicked himself into motion with his right leg, now spinning to his right. Oliolli mustered all his strength and swung the handle into the direction of Clockwork Oliolli.[Ace of Spades] (No, seriously)
The attack connected. The head of the weapon stopped Clockwork Oliolli in the middle of it's flight as it smashed into it's side. The blow compressed most of the mechanisms inside Clockwork Oliolli, losing very little momentum. Finally, the blow, still in full motion, forced Clockwork Oliolli into the ground at a very difficult angle, crushing most of it's body into a crumpled heap of metal. The impact sent large treors through the terrain. The head of the weapon was still lodged inside Clockwork Oliolli. Oliolli pulled it out to take a proper look at it: no way it was the handle of a copper pick, and it wasn't. It was a slade warhammer of the highest quality. It had pictures of gods striking down forumites, gods founding fortresses and a picture of Loud Whispers and a tumbleweed demon in adamantine. Also on it was a picture of purring magots in what appeared to be cat leather. It was obviously a lethal weapon, and as Oliolli soon found, also a great crutch until Gizogin could reattach his leg. As Oliolli was walking away from the wrecked Clockwork, he heard a voice. "You think you have won?" Oliolli stopped. "You know how we Oliollis are. This is but a minor setback. I will be back. And you can't stop what the Big Bad has in mind. Not you, not wierd, not HugoLuman, no one." Oliolli turned to Clockwork Oliolli. "What do you mean?" "They are at it again. The kittens. They are going to summon the Self Contained Assault Monster Project #5." "Wouldn't be the first time. Remember the Arch-Arson of Arstruk? The Mad Prophet of Slevinamare? The World-Eater Legions of Setrubonra? Sankis the Seventh? I've stopped them before, I'll stop them again." "This time is different. The kittens have learned from you. They know how you work. And they want you gone." Clockwork Oliolli's head had risen, now looking at Oliolli wearing a grotesque smile caused by the smashed half of the head. "The kittens will summon S.C.A.M.P.5. and there is nothing you can do to stop it. The world will be devoured, the Barracks will be devoured and all you can do is watch." Clockwork Oliolli's head had begin spinning. It was unscrewing itself. "You will die. Each and every one of you will die. There will be no survivors." Clockwork Oliolli began cackling madly as it's head was spinning ever faster. "THERE WILL BE NO SURVIVORS! AND I WILL BE BACK! I WANT TO KILL YOU PERSONALLY!" The head detached, and the other Oliolli's spirit left the clockwork body. Loud noises could be heard from the fortress above. Oliolli started slowly limping away form the site of the fortress. He had no idea where he was going. And could he believe Clockwork Oliolli? Were the kittens trying to summon S.C.A.M.P.5. again? Oliolli found that the barriers were gone, so he kept going. Not long after, he was knocked over by a massive explosion coming from the fortress' direction. Oliolli could guess what had happened.
WTF? Only two ninjas?
Also, Oliolli: Legendary [Fighter, Axeoliolli, Swordsoliolli, Hammeroliolli, Spearoliolli, Dodger, Shield user, Armor User, Wrestler, Striker, Kicker, Weaponsmith (mood)]
By the time he reaches your new place he'll prolly be stark raving mad. Or so I've planned.
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