11-09-2017, 12:03 PM
Carmine says nothing to my taunt, which pisses me off still further. I snarl, “Fight me one on one! Cowardly whore!”
“You gave up any semblance of honor when you threw a barstool at the back of my head.”
“I don’t follow the rules,” I snap back, lightning-quick. “You should be showing respect, I’m a fucking deity!”
Oh, God (the actual one, if he exists). There he is. Fightin’ some shiny metal bastards I’d swear are from the Empire if I weren’t an Imperial myself.
I gnaw my nails. If I don’t step in now, and they banish him, I lose credibility with the Empire.
… On the other hand, if I do step in, I risk having my ass kicked and going down with him.
It’s been a while since I was in a fight. T’be honest I’ve not fought a single person my own strength in … a long time. In the Omniverse? Not once. But …
They look like they’re all from the same world. There’s no way they’re all Primes. Nah, the ringleader is probably a Prime, and the rest – they’re all secondaries. I can take ‘em. Maybe. Probably. With Enel’s help.
Fuck sake. There’s no time to decide – they’re going in.
I grimace. “Let’s go, Fuza!”
She screeches.
My hand crackles with electricity as I assume my full power. I could run, but … no. No, after losing to Tearen, my blood is already boiling. Somebody is going to die, and if it’s me, I’m taking somebody else with me.
A flash of red and purple feathers.
I blink. It takes a second, but all the Blue Flame Knights turn as well. All but one, who’s missing.
One of them erupts, “What the hell just-!”
A body crashes down in front of them. I look up.
I smile.
Finally.
Finally, someone who gets it.
“Enel!” cries Shura, my long-lost ally. Clad in full aviator gear, goggles and all, pencil moustache blowing in the wind. Call me gay but right now he’s a beautiful sight for my half-drunken eyes. And his bird! I never thought I’d see that giant purple monstrosity ever again. What was its name? It doesn’t matter!
“You beautiful bastard!” I cry. “You came home!”
“Well o’ course I did, lord,” he says. “Just arrived here in the Omniverse, and I came to find you as soon as I could!”
“Hahahaha!” I turn back to Carmine, barely containing my sneer. “Looks like the odds just evened, eh?”
Carmine turns her gaze from Shura to I, and speaks. “Take care of the flying bird man.”
Hm. There’s a dozen or so knights, but Shura should be able to keep them busy. “Good save, Shura! Now kill them all!”
Shura says nothing, but twirls his lance. Atta lad.
Great. Just fuckin’ great. Enel thinks I can fight twelve guys with swords and flamethrowers. The one guy was a fluke! I caught him off guard! What does he think I am, a god?! Or is he one o’ those dipshits that think Primes equate to a hundred men?
What am I sayin’? This is Enel, o’ course he believes that shit!
Luckily I got the power o’ flight an’ these guys don’t. “Fuza, back away!” I instruct her, and the beautiful beast flaps her wings to carry me backward. Meanwhile I stand forward, thrustin’ my lance at the clustered group o’ dudes. Nice little modification I made – lets me shoot flames as well as heat up the lance. I do just that, and they scatter like bugs. One of ‘em’s trying not to hit his leader, so I focus in on him. Haha, sucker.
One of Carmine’s men nearly jumps into her, dodging out of the way of Shura’s flame, and that distraction gives me a great opening. I jump forward, fingers tingling, and reach for her face.
But the damn bitch seems to know I’m coming, and flips sideways just as I do. Now it’s me who’s dodging the heat of Shura’s flamethrower. Son of a bitch!
I keep my eyes on Carmine as I roar. “Take it elsewhere, that nearly took my eyebrows off, Shura!”
“Right you are, boss Enel!”
He might be a Prime, but he’s not anywhere near my level. Carmine seems to wait for her troops and Shura to leave. I suppose that’s fine … I want the pleasure of beating her in a one-on-one fight.
I spin my staff. “So tell me, Carmine, what do you fear?”
“I fear much.”
I smile. Then she disappears. Eh!?
Mantra.
The barrel of a gun, smashing into the back of my head.
I spin just in time to stop it with my hand. “Ggh!” How did she …?!
Mantra.
Another gun, coming from her other hand …!
Her other hand comes up, but I’m faster. I thrust my fist up into her abdomen, charged with electricity. “Eat this, bi-”
She still shoots me. I draw back, chest bleeding. Should have known. This woman has grit.
All the better to see her broken at my feet.
This isn’t good. I’d been hoping to get these guys caught in Enel’s spray of electricity, use him to my advantage, but instead he’s isolated me. Not much I can do. Frankly, I probably would’a gotten caught in his electricity as well.
Fire or electricity … neither sound like good options. Where’s Ohm with that big dog when you need ‘im?
My best option – my only one – is to back away and take potshots. Any time they get close, I swoop up take refuge out of range. Still, Fuza doesn’t like this. Poor bird’s dodging blue flame left and right. Keep it together, girl.
Carmine’s fast. It’s not that I couldn’t move faster if I wanted to – it’s that I can’t keep up with where the hell she is. Damn it’s frustrating!
So I opt for the simple approach. Power. I wait for her to attack.
Ping, ping.
I dodge bullets. Not that kind of attack, dammit!
Mantra.
She closes from above.
That’s the one.
I let electricity surge out in every direction. Try dodging that, bitch.
I hear her cry. Oh, that’s music to my ears. I spin my staff and round on her. My swipe only grazes her, but I still feel it connect satisfyingly with bone. I must say, I don’t get in fights with many women, but it’s … invigorating. I’m actually rather aroused.
Mantra.
Bullet from the left.
Bullet from the right.
Bullets from every-which way!
Huh?!
I twirl in the air to dodge, but flaming blue bullets graze me despite my best attempts. That bitch took my idea and corrupted it! But does she really think she can beat me at big attacks?
I spot her moving and unleash a massive cone of electricity. I spark it for a second, catching a foot, then fire it again in another direction. It’s a bit random and a waste of energy, but I won’t let her run the battlefield. She’s not crying out but I know I’m catching her.
Mantra.
Blue flames!
I jump back as the flames engulf me. It doesn’t hurt at all. Stupid, really. Pain is a tool of fear. Fear lets you control your opponent. Why give that up?
I blast electricity through the cloud. I can take this flame, but can she take my electricity?
We’ll see who’s stronger.
We battle back and forth like this for some time, and I can see her weakening. Meanwhile, I feel great. I don’t feel any pain at all. I even have energy to spare! When this is done, I’ll spend a good hour torturing her back at the sandcrawler. Oh, the things I’ll do …
So apparent is this that I laugh. “Why do it, Carmine? You cripple yourself.”
She grunts. “The blue flame?”
“Indeed. I mean, I get your moral qualms … as foolish as they are. I suppose mortals have their laws and rules. But this is a fight.” I clench my fist. “You were supposed to take every advantage you could get. You didn’t. That’s why I’ve won, Carmine.”
She says nothing, but fires a bullet.
I sigh.
But something weird starts happening.
She starts speeding up.
I don’t know what it is. But, all of a sudden, her bullets hit faster. They’re harder to dodge. I begin to take more grazes. Then hits. I cough and there’s blood.
“What is this!?”
Carmine walks towards me. “You spoke of fear. You disdain fear. See it as a weakness.”
I grin. “Yes. As God, I fear nothing.”
“Oh, but you should.”
Her body glows. I blink.
Then the world goes blue. I look up and there’s a star. A comet. It’s coming towards me.
I run.
But it’s too big. Too fast.
It comes crashing down.
As it explodes, and the world goes white, I feel nothing. No pain.
But … I can’t move. I look down and begin to realise how badly burned I am.
I hear her steps.
“Fear is a tool. And without it, we are fools.”
I groan.
“You gave up any semblance of honor when you threw a barstool at the back of my head.”
“I don’t follow the rules,” I snap back, lightning-quick. “You should be showing respect, I’m a fucking deity!”
* * * * *
Oh, God (the actual one, if he exists). There he is. Fightin’ some shiny metal bastards I’d swear are from the Empire if I weren’t an Imperial myself.
I gnaw my nails. If I don’t step in now, and they banish him, I lose credibility with the Empire.
… On the other hand, if I do step in, I risk having my ass kicked and going down with him.
It’s been a while since I was in a fight. T’be honest I’ve not fought a single person my own strength in … a long time. In the Omniverse? Not once. But …
They look like they’re all from the same world. There’s no way they’re all Primes. Nah, the ringleader is probably a Prime, and the rest – they’re all secondaries. I can take ‘em. Maybe. Probably. With Enel’s help.
Fuck sake. There’s no time to decide – they’re going in.
I grimace. “Let’s go, Fuza!”
She screeches.
* * * * *
My hand crackles with electricity as I assume my full power. I could run, but … no. No, after losing to Tearen, my blood is already boiling. Somebody is going to die, and if it’s me, I’m taking somebody else with me.
A flash of red and purple feathers.
I blink. It takes a second, but all the Blue Flame Knights turn as well. All but one, who’s missing.
One of them erupts, “What the hell just-!”
A body crashes down in front of them. I look up.
I smile.
Finally.
Finally, someone who gets it.
“Enel!” cries Shura, my long-lost ally. Clad in full aviator gear, goggles and all, pencil moustache blowing in the wind. Call me gay but right now he’s a beautiful sight for my half-drunken eyes. And his bird! I never thought I’d see that giant purple monstrosity ever again. What was its name? It doesn’t matter!
“You beautiful bastard!” I cry. “You came home!”
“Well o’ course I did, lord,” he says. “Just arrived here in the Omniverse, and I came to find you as soon as I could!”
“Hahahaha!” I turn back to Carmine, barely containing my sneer. “Looks like the odds just evened, eh?”
Carmine turns her gaze from Shura to I, and speaks. “Take care of the flying bird man.”
Hm. There’s a dozen or so knights, but Shura should be able to keep them busy. “Good save, Shura! Now kill them all!”
Shura says nothing, but twirls his lance. Atta lad.
* * * * *
Great. Just fuckin’ great. Enel thinks I can fight twelve guys with swords and flamethrowers. The one guy was a fluke! I caught him off guard! What does he think I am, a god?! Or is he one o’ those dipshits that think Primes equate to a hundred men?
What am I sayin’? This is Enel, o’ course he believes that shit!
Luckily I got the power o’ flight an’ these guys don’t. “Fuza, back away!” I instruct her, and the beautiful beast flaps her wings to carry me backward. Meanwhile I stand forward, thrustin’ my lance at the clustered group o’ dudes. Nice little modification I made – lets me shoot flames as well as heat up the lance. I do just that, and they scatter like bugs. One of ‘em’s trying not to hit his leader, so I focus in on him. Haha, sucker.
* * * * *
One of Carmine’s men nearly jumps into her, dodging out of the way of Shura’s flame, and that distraction gives me a great opening. I jump forward, fingers tingling, and reach for her face.
But the damn bitch seems to know I’m coming, and flips sideways just as I do. Now it’s me who’s dodging the heat of Shura’s flamethrower. Son of a bitch!
I keep my eyes on Carmine as I roar. “Take it elsewhere, that nearly took my eyebrows off, Shura!”
“Right you are, boss Enel!”
He might be a Prime, but he’s not anywhere near my level. Carmine seems to wait for her troops and Shura to leave. I suppose that’s fine … I want the pleasure of beating her in a one-on-one fight.
I spin my staff. “So tell me, Carmine, what do you fear?”
“I fear much.”
I smile. Then she disappears. Eh!?
Mantra.
The barrel of a gun, smashing into the back of my head.
I spin just in time to stop it with my hand. “Ggh!” How did she …?!
Mantra.
Another gun, coming from her other hand …!
Her other hand comes up, but I’m faster. I thrust my fist up into her abdomen, charged with electricity. “Eat this, bi-”
She still shoots me. I draw back, chest bleeding. Should have known. This woman has grit.
All the better to see her broken at my feet.
* * * * *
This isn’t good. I’d been hoping to get these guys caught in Enel’s spray of electricity, use him to my advantage, but instead he’s isolated me. Not much I can do. Frankly, I probably would’a gotten caught in his electricity as well.
Fire or electricity … neither sound like good options. Where’s Ohm with that big dog when you need ‘im?
My best option – my only one – is to back away and take potshots. Any time they get close, I swoop up take refuge out of range. Still, Fuza doesn’t like this. Poor bird’s dodging blue flame left and right. Keep it together, girl.
* * * * *
Carmine’s fast. It’s not that I couldn’t move faster if I wanted to – it’s that I can’t keep up with where the hell she is. Damn it’s frustrating!
So I opt for the simple approach. Power. I wait for her to attack.
Ping, ping.
I dodge bullets. Not that kind of attack, dammit!
Mantra.
She closes from above.
That’s the one.
I let electricity surge out in every direction. Try dodging that, bitch.
I hear her cry. Oh, that’s music to my ears. I spin my staff and round on her. My swipe only grazes her, but I still feel it connect satisfyingly with bone. I must say, I don’t get in fights with many women, but it’s … invigorating. I’m actually rather aroused.
Mantra.
Bullet from the left.
Bullet from the right.
Bullets from every-which way!
Huh?!
I twirl in the air to dodge, but flaming blue bullets graze me despite my best attempts. That bitch took my idea and corrupted it! But does she really think she can beat me at big attacks?
I spot her moving and unleash a massive cone of electricity. I spark it for a second, catching a foot, then fire it again in another direction. It’s a bit random and a waste of energy, but I won’t let her run the battlefield. She’s not crying out but I know I’m catching her.
Mantra.
Blue flames!
I jump back as the flames engulf me. It doesn’t hurt at all. Stupid, really. Pain is a tool of fear. Fear lets you control your opponent. Why give that up?
I blast electricity through the cloud. I can take this flame, but can she take my electricity?
We’ll see who’s stronger.
We battle back and forth like this for some time, and I can see her weakening. Meanwhile, I feel great. I don’t feel any pain at all. I even have energy to spare! When this is done, I’ll spend a good hour torturing her back at the sandcrawler. Oh, the things I’ll do …
So apparent is this that I laugh. “Why do it, Carmine? You cripple yourself.”
She grunts. “The blue flame?”
“Indeed. I mean, I get your moral qualms … as foolish as they are. I suppose mortals have their laws and rules. But this is a fight.” I clench my fist. “You were supposed to take every advantage you could get. You didn’t. That’s why I’ve won, Carmine.”
She says nothing, but fires a bullet.
I sigh.
But something weird starts happening.
She starts speeding up.
I don’t know what it is. But, all of a sudden, her bullets hit faster. They’re harder to dodge. I begin to take more grazes. Then hits. I cough and there’s blood.
“What is this!?”
Carmine walks towards me. “You spoke of fear. You disdain fear. See it as a weakness.”
I grin. “Yes. As God, I fear nothing.”
“Oh, but you should.”
Her body glows. I blink.
Then the world goes blue. I look up and there’s a star. A comet. It’s coming towards me.
I run.
But it’s too big. Too fast.
It comes crashing down.
As it explodes, and the world goes white, I feel nothing. No pain.
But … I can’t move. I look down and begin to realise how badly burned I am.
I hear her steps.
“Fear is a tool. And without it, we are fools.”
I groan.
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