10-07-2017, 09:19 PM
With a feral howl Kuzuru launched himself upwards. He spiraled ever higher, stretching out his newfound set of wings. Then with a thunderous snap of his wings he leveled out and hovered several meters above the battlefield. He scanned the calamity that was unfurling before him and he was overjoyed. That heady scent of bloodshed drifted upwards, filling his nostrils and intoxicating his brain. He smiled.
He winced.
Hundreds of thousands pain receptors flared to life, a million beacons of fiery sin boring into his flesh. Burning tendrils of violet scratched at the whites of his eyes. Bullet holes, lacerations, and all manner of bruises ached. A constant ringing, underpinned by a tempest of vindictive whispers. He exhaled and could taste the muddy copper on his tongue. This was agony.
But this kind of agony was its own reward. For the first time in a very long time he felt unrestrained. This body was not Renji Kiyomasa’s, but rather his own creation. Warts and all this was his unfettered countenance, and he would be lying if he did not feel more than an ounce of unsightly pride at the abominable force of nature he had become. He was a kid in a toy store given free reign to do as he pleased. He laid into his guitar for the final time, sending a discordant screech across the battlefield. The waves of sound washed overhead, too diluted to have any significant effect. Once the guitar’s wails had evaporated he threw the instrument aside and let it plummet to the ground. He’d have to come back for it, but in that moment all that mattered was the party going on below.
With another howl he plummeted downwards. He crashed against the first warm body he could find and that body happened to be Miranda’s. She grunted against the impact, using her claws to catch the series of blades that had sprung from his forearms. His feet touched the ground and he drove into her, sliding her across the room.
“You bastard,” she snarled.
Kuzuru frowned and responded, “sorry Frost, not like I had much of a choice.”
He tilted his head upwards, revealing the pulsing purple knot in his throat. Her eyes narrowed on the familiar shape of a darkchip.
“You could have walked away,” she said, trying to leverage something, anything against his assault.
“You know the kind of thing I am,” he said, “I’ve told you before, I’m a slave to my impulses, and he played me good baby, real fukken’ good.”
“Fuck you.”
Kuzuru chuckled, “let’s just enjoy ourselves, after all we’re primes, death doesn’t mean shit.”
Before Miranda could respond a shotgun spattering of metal slammed into Kuzuru’s back. He lost his footing and Miranda took the opportunity to disengage. The demon took another blast before whirling around to face his new attacker. Claptrap, upon being noticed, yelped something and tried to flee. The demon’s wings reeled back and snapped forward like a pair of feathery whips. Violet feathers, sharp as razors, cut through the air with a lethal whistle. One of the ornithological projectiles pierced the robot’s side, but the rest missed their target. Kuzuru reared back for another volley, but was interrupted by a set of claws clamping onto his shoulders. He screamed and threw an elbow backwards, catching Miranda in the gut and breaking her hold.
“Fuck off nerd,” Kuzuru shouted and launched back into the air.
Once more he was above the battlefield and surveyed the land laid before him. The Darkloid was busy avoided the assault of Syn and Summer. His eyes narrowed to a blob of darkness swallowing the meek girl. As he was about to avert his attention to someone more interesting multi-colored explosion tore through the inky horde. Ebony sat at the center of this exquisite carnage. Kuzuru licked his lips. His right arm grew heavy and hung low, gently tugging him closer to the ground. A thick blade bloomed along his forearm, turning the limb into an axe. For a few moments he watched as the girl’s destructive payload grinded to a halt and she was left half-conscious on the ground.
The demon touched down a few feet in front of her. Ebony’s eyes wen wide and she tried to scramble away. Kuzuru stomped forward, his wings drawn outwards to cover her in an imposing shadow. He tried to smile, but found that the muscles in his face wouldn’t listen and were locked into a scowl. He stepped closer and raised his weapon, positioning the edge between her eyes.
“Well,” he said, pausing for a moment to collect himself, “you’ve had a good--- GAHK!”
His declaration was cut short as a familiar theme song hummed through the air followed by a thunderous crack. Sonny’s bullwhip had coiled itself around the demon’s throat.The spirit wrenched on the leather whip with all of his might and the sudden shift in weight pulled Kuzuru off balance. He stumbled backwards, choking and clutching at the improvised garotte. His vision went white and his ears threatened to pop. With the last scrap of air in his lungs he screamed and grabbed the body of the whip and pulled. There were a few seconds of hesitation, but his desperate strength pulled through and the bullwhip slipped through Sonny’s fingers.
Kuzuru ripped the snake from his throat and tossed the whip aside. He fell to his knees, clutching at his throat and gasping for air. The guillotine attached to his arm melted back into his flesh. This moment of respite was short lived as a familiar sensation crawled across his skin. It was a split-second moment of anticipation, the kind of sixth sense that could only be acquired through several lifetimes worth of conflict. Morene had moved to strike him down and her poleaxe was mere moments from hacking into his back. Instinctually his body reacted before his brain could completely process what was happening. Four curved blades erupted from the side of his ribcage and arc up and over his back. Morene’s axe slammed against these blades, cracking two of them, and was deflected to the side. In response Kuzuru’s violent wings snapped outwards blanketed an area around him in razor-sharp plumage.
With a bit of fresh breathing room Kuzuru stood and faced the two interlopers. His eyes shifted between Sonny and Morene. He could still hear the girl behind him trying her best to scoot away. The blades around his back receded and reappeared on his forearms, three on the left and on on the right.
“Why do you protect her?” Kuzuru asked.
“Why would you butcher someone who is clearly defenseless?” Sonny responded.
“Defenseless?” Kuzuru scoffed, “she might have burnt herself out, but she’s far from defenseless, besides she chose to come here, I’ve no sympathy for someone who blows their load early and begs for a timeout later, I also have no sympathy for candyhearts who feel the need to sacrifice their own potential to protect those that can’t protect themselves, you’d all be much better opponents if she was dead.”
Before they could continue the Darkloid floated a few feet overhead and spoke, “you’re doing well my champion, finish the job and you’ll be rewarded with more power than you could ever imagine.”
Kuzuru laughed and turned his head upwards.
“That’s a bold claim there, chief,” he said, “you’ve no idea just how much power I can imagine, but, at any rate, you’ve got me all kinds of fucked up if you think I’m just here for the power.”
“Oh?”
Kuzuru pointed a finger at the Darkloid, “I want your heart motherfucker, I wanna rip that beating lump out of your chest and stuff it down my throat, and there ain’t no kind of deal you can give me that’ll be sweater than that cherry.”
What was once an accusatory finger turned into an open palm. The tip of a spear peeked through his flesh and began to grow. This twisted spear of metal rocketed towards the Darkloid at an alarming pace. Without waiting to see the attack connect Kuzuru turned his attention to the other liberators. He turned slightly and pointed his free hand at Ebony. A second spear made its appearance and was leveled towards the girl’s chest.
“Come on!” Kuzuru shouted, “if we’re gonna play, let’s make it fukken interesting baby!”
[spoiler] Kuzuru used Battle Sense which is his special move and now has 0/1 uses left for this encounter.
Kuzuru spends 2 OP to fire his T2 Super Move “Demon Spear” at the Darkloid
Kuzuru spends another 2 Op to fire another “Demon Spear” at Ebony
Kuzuru is in FFA mode and will pretty much attack anyone/anything that he deems a worthy opponent.[/spoiler]
He winced.
Hundreds of thousands pain receptors flared to life, a million beacons of fiery sin boring into his flesh. Burning tendrils of violet scratched at the whites of his eyes. Bullet holes, lacerations, and all manner of bruises ached. A constant ringing, underpinned by a tempest of vindictive whispers. He exhaled and could taste the muddy copper on his tongue. This was agony.
But this kind of agony was its own reward. For the first time in a very long time he felt unrestrained. This body was not Renji Kiyomasa’s, but rather his own creation. Warts and all this was his unfettered countenance, and he would be lying if he did not feel more than an ounce of unsightly pride at the abominable force of nature he had become. He was a kid in a toy store given free reign to do as he pleased. He laid into his guitar for the final time, sending a discordant screech across the battlefield. The waves of sound washed overhead, too diluted to have any significant effect. Once the guitar’s wails had evaporated he threw the instrument aside and let it plummet to the ground. He’d have to come back for it, but in that moment all that mattered was the party going on below.
With another howl he plummeted downwards. He crashed against the first warm body he could find and that body happened to be Miranda’s. She grunted against the impact, using her claws to catch the series of blades that had sprung from his forearms. His feet touched the ground and he drove into her, sliding her across the room.
“You bastard,” she snarled.
Kuzuru frowned and responded, “sorry Frost, not like I had much of a choice.”
He tilted his head upwards, revealing the pulsing purple knot in his throat. Her eyes narrowed on the familiar shape of a darkchip.
“You could have walked away,” she said, trying to leverage something, anything against his assault.
“You know the kind of thing I am,” he said, “I’ve told you before, I’m a slave to my impulses, and he played me good baby, real fukken’ good.”
“Fuck you.”
Kuzuru chuckled, “let’s just enjoy ourselves, after all we’re primes, death doesn’t mean shit.”
Before Miranda could respond a shotgun spattering of metal slammed into Kuzuru’s back. He lost his footing and Miranda took the opportunity to disengage. The demon took another blast before whirling around to face his new attacker. Claptrap, upon being noticed, yelped something and tried to flee. The demon’s wings reeled back and snapped forward like a pair of feathery whips. Violet feathers, sharp as razors, cut through the air with a lethal whistle. One of the ornithological projectiles pierced the robot’s side, but the rest missed their target. Kuzuru reared back for another volley, but was interrupted by a set of claws clamping onto his shoulders. He screamed and threw an elbow backwards, catching Miranda in the gut and breaking her hold.
“Fuck off nerd,” Kuzuru shouted and launched back into the air.
Once more he was above the battlefield and surveyed the land laid before him. The Darkloid was busy avoided the assault of Syn and Summer. His eyes narrowed to a blob of darkness swallowing the meek girl. As he was about to avert his attention to someone more interesting multi-colored explosion tore through the inky horde. Ebony sat at the center of this exquisite carnage. Kuzuru licked his lips. His right arm grew heavy and hung low, gently tugging him closer to the ground. A thick blade bloomed along his forearm, turning the limb into an axe. For a few moments he watched as the girl’s destructive payload grinded to a halt and she was left half-conscious on the ground.
The demon touched down a few feet in front of her. Ebony’s eyes wen wide and she tried to scramble away. Kuzuru stomped forward, his wings drawn outwards to cover her in an imposing shadow. He tried to smile, but found that the muscles in his face wouldn’t listen and were locked into a scowl. He stepped closer and raised his weapon, positioning the edge between her eyes.
“Well,” he said, pausing for a moment to collect himself, “you’ve had a good--- GAHK!”
His declaration was cut short as a familiar theme song hummed through the air followed by a thunderous crack. Sonny’s bullwhip had coiled itself around the demon’s throat.The spirit wrenched on the leather whip with all of his might and the sudden shift in weight pulled Kuzuru off balance. He stumbled backwards, choking and clutching at the improvised garotte. His vision went white and his ears threatened to pop. With the last scrap of air in his lungs he screamed and grabbed the body of the whip and pulled. There were a few seconds of hesitation, but his desperate strength pulled through and the bullwhip slipped through Sonny’s fingers.
Kuzuru ripped the snake from his throat and tossed the whip aside. He fell to his knees, clutching at his throat and gasping for air. The guillotine attached to his arm melted back into his flesh. This moment of respite was short lived as a familiar sensation crawled across his skin. It was a split-second moment of anticipation, the kind of sixth sense that could only be acquired through several lifetimes worth of conflict. Morene had moved to strike him down and her poleaxe was mere moments from hacking into his back. Instinctually his body reacted before his brain could completely process what was happening. Four curved blades erupted from the side of his ribcage and arc up and over his back. Morene’s axe slammed against these blades, cracking two of them, and was deflected to the side. In response Kuzuru’s violent wings snapped outwards blanketed an area around him in razor-sharp plumage.
With a bit of fresh breathing room Kuzuru stood and faced the two interlopers. His eyes shifted between Sonny and Morene. He could still hear the girl behind him trying her best to scoot away. The blades around his back receded and reappeared on his forearms, three on the left and on on the right.
“Why do you protect her?” Kuzuru asked.
“Why would you butcher someone who is clearly defenseless?” Sonny responded.
“Defenseless?” Kuzuru scoffed, “she might have burnt herself out, but she’s far from defenseless, besides she chose to come here, I’ve no sympathy for someone who blows their load early and begs for a timeout later, I also have no sympathy for candyhearts who feel the need to sacrifice their own potential to protect those that can’t protect themselves, you’d all be much better opponents if she was dead.”
Before they could continue the Darkloid floated a few feet overhead and spoke, “you’re doing well my champion, finish the job and you’ll be rewarded with more power than you could ever imagine.”
Kuzuru laughed and turned his head upwards.
“That’s a bold claim there, chief,” he said, “you’ve no idea just how much power I can imagine, but, at any rate, you’ve got me all kinds of fucked up if you think I’m just here for the power.”
“Oh?”
Kuzuru pointed a finger at the Darkloid, “I want your heart motherfucker, I wanna rip that beating lump out of your chest and stuff it down my throat, and there ain’t no kind of deal you can give me that’ll be sweater than that cherry.”
What was once an accusatory finger turned into an open palm. The tip of a spear peeked through his flesh and began to grow. This twisted spear of metal rocketed towards the Darkloid at an alarming pace. Without waiting to see the attack connect Kuzuru turned his attention to the other liberators. He turned slightly and pointed his free hand at Ebony. A second spear made its appearance and was leveled towards the girl’s chest.
“Come on!” Kuzuru shouted, “if we’re gonna play, let’s make it fukken interesting baby!”
[spoiler] Kuzuru used Battle Sense which is his special move and now has 0/1 uses left for this encounter.
Kuzuru spends 2 OP to fire his T2 Super Move “Demon Spear” at the Darkloid
Kuzuru spends another 2 Op to fire another “Demon Spear” at Ebony
Kuzuru is in FFA mode and will pretty much attack anyone/anything that he deems a worthy opponent.[/spoiler]
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