10-03-2017, 04:09 PM
“Sonny...” Summer hissed, his voice a whisper, barely audible over the taunting and jeering of the dragons that once again surrounded the group. He stood resolute next to Ebony, the girl he’d been with this whole time, his body tensed and ready for action. His blood boiled, and every fiber of his being screamed out for him to charge, to sweep in like a squall and lay waste to every single soul in sight. Especially that winged traitor. He would pay for turning on them.
“What?” Sonny whispered back, as placid as usual in spite of the demon’s transgression.
“Get ready to switch." His muscles ached, his bloodlust sang, but there was a strange clarity hidden beneath his bubbling fury. A calm ray of reason he wasn’t used to, burning away his red haze, and a vague sense of what almost felt like shame. As soon as those first few darklings surged forward, he knew what would happen. All that rage boiling within him would spill over. Just like it had in the past, and just like it would in the future, without fail. But this time, he could change it. He was not going to rage here and now. He couldn’t, so long as Sonny took over.
“Just say the word.”
“You won’t need a word.” Summer growled, an ominous, electrical sensation stirring within the sky above. He straightened up, eyes locked on the arrogant mug of the betrayer. The mountain was a dangerous place to be during a storm, and he was about to find out just why. “Cover your ears, Ebony.”
“Oh, um... w-wh- okay.” With a certain absence to her voice, she almost asked “why” he was requesting that, before immediately realizing it would probably be smart just to listen. The storm spirit raised his hand up just as the disturbance in the air reached peak levels, pointing it towards the object of his ire, and clicked his fingers.
KRA-KOW
A dazzling, twisted streak of white slammed down from the heavens, searing a radiant arc into Summer’s vision, flashing off to the side for a brief moment, before completely engulfing his sense. Even though it was already too late, he instinctively screwed his eyes shut. An almost godly thundercrack rattled the very foundation of the mountain, echoing and rolling across the hellscape, and quickly fading away to nothing. Though he couldn’t hear due to the ringing in his ears, nor see with the white afterimage still haunting his eyes, he could still feel as his body tore itself apart, and slowly rebuilt in his mirror image.
The sun spirit opened his eyes, the lightning’s blinding radiance already clearing away, just in time to witness as a blast of fire burned its way across the clearing and took out one of the darklings. Dazed by the unexpected lightning strike, that was the catalyst for the fight, the slap that returned their senses to them. An inexorable wave of lizards surged forward, and at once, the bullets and magic started to fly.
Sonny’s eyes flicked across the battlefield, searching out the renegade and absently dragging his whip out of his pocket. He quickly found the black form of his opponent, charging forward as unharmed as he had been before. Instead, just a few meters to his left, the Darkloid shakily rose to his feet, his right wing in tatters and spider-web burns covering his entire right half. Solar heat suffused the sun spirit, a red haze fell over his vision, and for the first time since he summoned it, he lashed the whip with the intent to maim.
“What?” Sonny whispered back, as placid as usual in spite of the demon’s transgression.
“Get ready to switch." His muscles ached, his bloodlust sang, but there was a strange clarity hidden beneath his bubbling fury. A calm ray of reason he wasn’t used to, burning away his red haze, and a vague sense of what almost felt like shame. As soon as those first few darklings surged forward, he knew what would happen. All that rage boiling within him would spill over. Just like it had in the past, and just like it would in the future, without fail. But this time, he could change it. He was not going to rage here and now. He couldn’t, so long as Sonny took over.
“Just say the word.”
“You won’t need a word.” Summer growled, an ominous, electrical sensation stirring within the sky above. He straightened up, eyes locked on the arrogant mug of the betrayer. The mountain was a dangerous place to be during a storm, and he was about to find out just why. “Cover your ears, Ebony.”
“Oh, um... w-wh- okay.” With a certain absence to her voice, she almost asked “why” he was requesting that, before immediately realizing it would probably be smart just to listen. The storm spirit raised his hand up just as the disturbance in the air reached peak levels, pointing it towards the object of his ire, and clicked his fingers.
KRA-KOW
A dazzling, twisted streak of white slammed down from the heavens, searing a radiant arc into Summer’s vision, flashing off to the side for a brief moment, before completely engulfing his sense. Even though it was already too late, he instinctively screwed his eyes shut. An almost godly thundercrack rattled the very foundation of the mountain, echoing and rolling across the hellscape, and quickly fading away to nothing. Though he couldn’t hear due to the ringing in his ears, nor see with the white afterimage still haunting his eyes, he could still feel as his body tore itself apart, and slowly rebuilt in his mirror image.
The sun spirit opened his eyes, the lightning’s blinding radiance already clearing away, just in time to witness as a blast of fire burned its way across the clearing and took out one of the darklings. Dazed by the unexpected lightning strike, that was the catalyst for the fight, the slap that returned their senses to them. An inexorable wave of lizards surged forward, and at once, the bullets and magic started to fly.
Sonny’s eyes flicked across the battlefield, searching out the renegade and absently dragging his whip out of his pocket. He quickly found the black form of his opponent, charging forward as unharmed as he had been before. Instead, just a few meters to his left, the Darkloid shakily rose to his feet, his right wing in tatters and spider-web burns covering his entire right half. Solar heat suffused the sun spirit, a red haze fell over his vision, and for the first time since he summoned it, he lashed the whip with the intent to maim.
Quote:600 Words.
Used Special Move: Heavenly Bolt (0/1 uses left for this encounter).
Summer got super pissed, tried to hit Renji with the bolt, but wrecked Darkloid instead because HB isn’t accurate in the slightest. Then switched to Sonny, who’s also super pissed.
Due to split fuckery, the active half’s emotions are swayed slightly by those of the inactive half. Sonny’s gonna be moderately angry for a bit because Summer’s mega angry. So just portray him as unusually aggressive and cruel if you need to write him.
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