Rin's Doodlepad

I gave a shot at writing Zigg’s Judgement. TL;DR below.

OBSERVATION

If anyone had been in the Great Hall, they would have completely dissipated the place the moment Ziggs, the Hexplosive Expert walked through the doors. There have been many yordles who had walked this path, but none as exceptionally volatile as him.

His teeth bared and his movements twitching with excitement, Ziggs could not hold back a maniacal cackle as he blew open the door, literally. He slammed his bomb-loaded fists into the side and tromped in, looking left and right, ears alert, ready for action.

REFLECTION

“I wonder where I’ll set up these bombs… hehehe” Ziggs chuckled to himself, searching the darkness over and over. He had no idea what to expect, but his mind was alive with bomb layout orientations and how to trap his test subject.

Yes, my test subject, he thought. He was ready to turn the tides as quickly as possible.

His yordle ears moved around, listening for anything. He was becoming impatient from the lack of sight or sound. His little fuzzy hands moved around excitedly, juggling bombs absentmindedly and haphazardly. After what seemed like forever (but in reality was only a few minutes) Ziggs threw one of his bouncing bomb on the ground in a minor tantrum.

“Come on! I’m on a short fuse here, hehehe!” His voice echoed through the dark halls, but no sound came back. No sound at all. For the first time since his arrival, Ziggs large smile began to fade. Not for the lack of response, but for the lack of conclusion to his recently deployed bouncing bomb. The green tint of his goggles flashed as he spun side to side, listening, looking. There was nothing still. No explosion, no sound, no lights.

That’s not right. This isn’t right at all. His mind was livid again, but with a new topic: What happened to his hexplosive? Grabbing another from his seemingly endless supply, he threw it into the darkness, receiving the same effect.

Again. And Again. And Again.

He started chucking them wildly, anything he had. His satchel lay useless, even under his own feet. His minefield stood as duds on the ground and the bouncing bombs rolled off into the distance, making a sullen thud on the tilled floors of the Great Hall. Collapsing to the ground, staring at his hand, Ziggs looked absolutely distraught. His characteristic smile was now gone.

How could I come into the Great Hall with nothing but duds? How was it possible?

For a while, he sat there. The darkness encompassed him and the feeling of being a failure invaded his mind. He looked around at his inventions time and time again, wondering where he went wrong.

Finally, through the darkness, a smirk graced his face. It spread, slowly, into a full fledged, tooth ridden smile. He stood up and threw his head back in as he laughed. Placing his Mega Inferno bomb on the ground, he called out to the sky.

“This is my test? That’s it? I can fight without these! I can make more! I can make them BETTER! Want to see? I’ve done it before, I’ll do it again! I’ve already got the plans working!” His maniacal cackle arose again, louder and more explosive than ever. “Nothing will stop me!”

“How does it feel, exposing your mind?” A voice with no origin flooded his mind.

“How does it feel? GREAT! Lets get to inventing, I’m ready for anything you throw at me! Unless I throw it at you first, HAHAHAHA!”