A 2nd Contest Entry by Fuze
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“GOD!!! DAMN YOU!!!” Brigson shouted as he ran as fast as he could, his breath frantic as his muscles groaned in protest underneath the plate mail armor he wore. The ground shook as the creature’s mere movements buckled the very earth around it. Ancient stones long untouched shuddered back and forth kicking up a cloud of dust as Brigson scuttled to reach the far wall of the chamber. Turning around he faced the creature, now able to get a good look at it having made some distance between them.
It’s was clockwork beast of sorts, he had seen small ones here and there but nothing of this size it was as if the gods had literally just given a clock tower arms and legs and called it a day. He could see the golden summoning halo marking it as a divine level creation slowly dissipating as the clock faced body of the creature fully manifested into the world of men. Its foot coming down crushing a man size boulder as it slowly lumbered forth ‘Tick Tock Tick Tock’ sounds emanating from it loudly.
He wasn’t sure who had triggered the DLC but he could guess the god it belonged to, after all he was in the ruins of a temple of Alinavious. He had heard rumors that DLC originating from the long dead Goddess of the Present or more correctly know the Goddess of Time. There had also been even more numerous sighting of Ginger; many thought the flame hair woman was the mortal incarnation of the Goddess. He had come here hoping to get nab one of the item DLC’s and sell it, after all new and returning DLC’s were always extremely popular but luck or the goddess had apparently decided otherwise.
‘TICK TOCK TICK TOCK’ interrupted his thoughts as the creature slowly walked towards him. The sheer size of the creature made it clearly outside the realm of possibilities for a solo adventurer like himself, after all the bigger they were the harder they hit he knew from experience.
“Damn my luck” Brigson muttered to himself as he surveyed his options. The main issue was that the entrance and subsequently the only exit for the treasure room he had been exploring was on the other side of the beast that or he grew wings and flew through the hole in the roof. The other issue was that he had specifically been exploring this temple because of its remote location within the Caverns of Chronis so there would be minimal competition. As such there were likely no adventurers in the area even if they were willing to help.
‘Hmm if I withstand the initial blows I should be able to duck between its legs to make it to the other side.’ He thought after noting that the Clockwork beast slow methodical steps as it lumbered towards him. Drawing his tower shield out the heavy knight breathed deeply once, twice quick, and then thrice even more slowly. The air seemingly vacuuming into his mouth the third and final time in as his chest puffed outward, his stance changing. Both feet slammed on the ground as he braced the man size tower shield firm in front with both arms like a ram. Charging forward he initiated the steel wall stance his body and shield moved as one.
‘BAM’ he felt the impact of the clockwork creatures man size mechanical fist, but it was a hollow strike the cogs flowing past him with its inertia as the fist skid off angled shield mostly deflected. Everything had gone just like he had hoped though his whole body still shook from the impact. One! Two! He thought as he weaved through the legs, the creatures motions even when attempting to turn were timed precisely with the ‘Tick Tock’ of the clock.
Breaking through he dropped his stance back to free form, his shield thrown onto his back as he moved into a full sprint once again the doorway less than two hundred paces away. One hundred paces he was almost there. He could hear the clanks of metal against metal of the clockwork beast turning only for it to suddenly to go silent. Glancing back quickly he had noticed it had stopped moving as the hands and legs were braced against its clock face chest.
‘DONG DONG DONG’ it rang loudly suddenly as Brigson notice that the hands had hit twelve , a man size door opening up as a bright yellow mechanical cuckoo bird sprung out.
“Cuckoo Cuckoo Twelve O’clock time for bed” The cuckoo shouted in a squeaky nasal feminine voice. Brigson only had time to mutter “Damn” before the sleep spell took hold his body crumpling to the floor consciousness fading.