LIZARDMAN
After grueling battles, Lizardman finally made his move against Astaroth. Their relationship had been troubled from the start, ever since the audition...
Liz had been sunning himself on a desert rock shortly after his "birth" when he'd gotten a mystical, telepathic want ad in his head.
"Dark warriors wanted for soul-gathering. Bloodthirst a must. Loot and pillage to be awarded commiserate to experience."
Lizardman had been one of the top applicants to answer the call. These were in turn tested by Astaroth in single combat. The unmaimed survivors were allowed to join the inner circle of Nightmare's campaign (the rest became fodder for the Soul Edge).
During his audition, Lizardman had been a silent killing machine, even against the mighty Astaroth. He'd pushed the giant to the limit, suffering only minor wounds in the stalemate. He was in!
Then, the shock came. A day later, Lizardman was introduced to Lord Nightmare and the Soul Edge. Lizardman had an entire speech prepared for the occassion. He was going to knock their socks off with his Greek education background as well as his knowledge of dark, ancient cultic mysticism.
But he found that he literally couldn't open his mouth. At first he'd though it was nerves, but the official diagnosis was tetanus. He'd gotten lockjaw from Astaroth's rusty axe!
Well, this tickled Astaroth to no end. He was amused for the full year that the condition persisted (due to Lizardman's odd physiology). All the while Lizardman inwardly raged at the giant and his fate. He usually took it out on the innocent victims of Nightmare's crusade (which didn't help because he'd have done that anyway). But the worst was yet to come.
At last the lockjaw subsided and Lizardman could eat solid food again. But the sheer bloodlust of his reptilian nature combined with the pent-up pressure born of his long frustation made his mind snap to the point where he could not speak intelligibly but only make the same guttural sounds as when he was ill.
"And here I thought lockjaw was your only problem!" Asta laughed. "But it seems you're a natural born moron!" Asta's laughter echoed endlessly in Lizardman's mind as he plotted to get his revenge. And now it was time!
"Aaaass-roff!" Lizardman said haltingly in his gargly voice. "yuuuuv mokted my ssspeech mmmpediment WON TIME TOO MENNY! EYE MAKING YUUU PAAYYYYY!"
(Author's Note: in the arcade version of SC, Lizardman's mouth did not open at all, yet he made the same sorts of noises he does today on DC. Which inspired this fic. )
After grueling battles, Lizardman finally made his move against Astaroth. Their relationship had been troubled from the start, ever since the audition...
Liz had been sunning himself on a desert rock shortly after his "birth" when he'd gotten a mystical, telepathic want ad in his head.
"Dark warriors wanted for soul-gathering. Bloodthirst a must. Loot and pillage to be awarded commiserate to experience."
Lizardman had been one of the top applicants to answer the call. These were in turn tested by Astaroth in single combat. The unmaimed survivors were allowed to join the inner circle of Nightmare's campaign (the rest became fodder for the Soul Edge).
During his audition, Lizardman had been a silent killing machine, even against the mighty Astaroth. He'd pushed the giant to the limit, suffering only minor wounds in the stalemate. He was in!
Then, the shock came. A day later, Lizardman was introduced to Lord Nightmare and the Soul Edge. Lizardman had an entire speech prepared for the occassion. He was going to knock their socks off with his Greek education background as well as his knowledge of dark, ancient cultic mysticism.
But he found that he literally couldn't open his mouth. At first he'd though it was nerves, but the official diagnosis was tetanus. He'd gotten lockjaw from Astaroth's rusty axe!
Well, this tickled Astaroth to no end. He was amused for the full year that the condition persisted (due to Lizardman's odd physiology). All the while Lizardman inwardly raged at the giant and his fate. He usually took it out on the innocent victims of Nightmare's crusade (which didn't help because he'd have done that anyway). But the worst was yet to come.
At last the lockjaw subsided and Lizardman could eat solid food again. But the sheer bloodlust of his reptilian nature combined with the pent-up pressure born of his long frustation made his mind snap to the point where he could not speak intelligibly but only make the same guttural sounds as when he was ill.
"And here I thought lockjaw was your only problem!" Asta laughed. "But it seems you're a natural born moron!" Asta's laughter echoed endlessly in Lizardman's mind as he plotted to get his revenge. And now it was time!
"Aaaass-roff!" Lizardman said haltingly in his gargly voice. "yuuuuv mokted my ssspeech mmmpediment WON TIME TOO MENNY! EYE MAKING YUUU PAAYYYYY!"
(Author's Note: in the arcade version of SC, Lizardman's mouth did not open at all, yet he made the same sorts of noises he does today on DC. Which inspired this fic. )