06-30-2018, 06:46 PM
Yeah, that one hurt. Violet – no, Zevi as they now referred to themselves, groaned as their body skittered across the platform, metal scraping and hissing along the solid cement and whatever else it was. It was too durable to be just simply that, but like this new body she found herself in, definitely more.
As the world around her came back into focus, she became all the more aware of how intimately entwined she and this flesh and metal man had become. It felt a lot like her and Nathaniel, minus the hanky panky bits (thankfully), and made them a single entity, two vastly different minds crammed into the same skull. It reminded her of some kind of twisted clown car: Zedd was a sociopathic warrior with a god complex… and she the same, come to think about it. In the end, they each had similar goals, which made them work so well together, although neither could bring themselves to admit that they were, in fact, equals.
This new body was a fine combination of both, less bulky than his form, and stronger, more durable than hers. She liked the metal plates that adorned her body, although the whole exposed muscle thing was a bit gross. At the very least, she was thankful that her skull was intact; in place of his obscenely exposed brain, long, thin strands of metallic hair hung loose and glittering in the afternoon sun. As she rolled over and climbed back to her feet, the sound of rain filled her ears, and the world rushed into focus once more.
She’d almost forgotten about Ceridarts amidst her intense self-contemplation, although they didn’t forget her. A fist across the face swiftly reminded Zevi that there was still a fight to be had, and a body to collect at the end. She would be damned if she would be that body being dragged off in defeat, and directed their gaze towards this fearless opponent.
“I’ve got to hand it to you, kid. You’ve got some balls.” She smirked, eyes dropping to her opponent’s groin. “Or do you?” Zevi’s foot shot out and struck just to the side of Ceridart’s far too prone junk. Their hands instinctively flew out to protect the area just a fraction too late, and crumpled to the arena floor, howling in pain. “If you were any other opponent, and this were any other place, I could just take you out by pulling that lovely head of yours from your shoulders. Perhaps I could stand on it, like a trophy, and pose for these throngs of adoring fans. All we are is their entertainment, after all.”
Ceridarts gaze lifted to Zevi’s plated face. Their eyes burned with malice, wanting this victory just as much. “What makes you think you’re going to win this fight?” they spat. “If we’re measuring who has the bigger set, I hate to break it to you, but I fear you may come up a little short.”
“Wrong answer,” Zevi’s knee connected with the other’s jaw, sending their body flailing across the arena. Ceridarts scrambled for control, their hands digging into the arena floor, leaving deep furrows as they struggled for purchase. Finally, their body halted, then sprang forward, quickly meeting their foe in the middle of the arena in a resounding woosh as the very force of their assault clashed together.
Although Ceridarts was quick, Zevi had patience in spades. They met fist for fist, knee for knee as the battle raged on. A storm of limbs, energy and just sheer fury encompassed them. Zevi fed from this rage, drinking it down in long, satisfying gulps. Their laughter, a terrifying mix of both Zedd and Violet, echoed around them. “You’re almost good enough,” Zevi’s uppercut landed square into Ceridart’s chest, swaying them. “Almost.”
They quickly recovered, delivering their own crippling blow to Zevi’s midsection, rattling metal and bone with sickening precision.
The pair broke away from one another, panting with exhaustion and holding themselves as pain coursed throughout their tired forms. “Good enough compared to what? You?” Ceridarts spat to the side in contempt. “I’m not just good, monster. I’m better.”
“Wishful thinking,” Zevi hissed, their azure eyes burning. Black, smoky tendrils curled from the warrior’s feet, unnoticed. “Curious, though.”
“About?”
A deep, gravely moan bubbled up from their stomach, eyes washing to the color of freshly drawn blood. Coils of smoky ki lashed out, wrapping themselves around Ceridart’s legs and moving upward, upward toward their chest. Zevi flexed, and the coils constricted. “I was hoping this would work,” Zevi sent a shock through the tendrils, electricity dancing like fireflies down the black strands and into its prey. “Yes, cry for me, worm!”
The tendrils tightened again, and Ceri did, indeed, cry for her. It was a wondrous sound, Zevi thought, and they lapped it up like the precious milk it was. As the sooty tendrils faded and Ceridarts recovered, Zevi felt even more adamant than ever. They would win this fight, and every fight. They would show these plebeians, they would show them all!
As the world around her came back into focus, she became all the more aware of how intimately entwined she and this flesh and metal man had become. It felt a lot like her and Nathaniel, minus the hanky panky bits (thankfully), and made them a single entity, two vastly different minds crammed into the same skull. It reminded her of some kind of twisted clown car: Zedd was a sociopathic warrior with a god complex… and she the same, come to think about it. In the end, they each had similar goals, which made them work so well together, although neither could bring themselves to admit that they were, in fact, equals.
This new body was a fine combination of both, less bulky than his form, and stronger, more durable than hers. She liked the metal plates that adorned her body, although the whole exposed muscle thing was a bit gross. At the very least, she was thankful that her skull was intact; in place of his obscenely exposed brain, long, thin strands of metallic hair hung loose and glittering in the afternoon sun. As she rolled over and climbed back to her feet, the sound of rain filled her ears, and the world rushed into focus once more.
She’d almost forgotten about Ceridarts amidst her intense self-contemplation, although they didn’t forget her. A fist across the face swiftly reminded Zevi that there was still a fight to be had, and a body to collect at the end. She would be damned if she would be that body being dragged off in defeat, and directed their gaze towards this fearless opponent.
“I’ve got to hand it to you, kid. You’ve got some balls.” She smirked, eyes dropping to her opponent’s groin. “Or do you?” Zevi’s foot shot out and struck just to the side of Ceridart’s far too prone junk. Their hands instinctively flew out to protect the area just a fraction too late, and crumpled to the arena floor, howling in pain. “If you were any other opponent, and this were any other place, I could just take you out by pulling that lovely head of yours from your shoulders. Perhaps I could stand on it, like a trophy, and pose for these throngs of adoring fans. All we are is their entertainment, after all.”
Ceridarts gaze lifted to Zevi’s plated face. Their eyes burned with malice, wanting this victory just as much. “What makes you think you’re going to win this fight?” they spat. “If we’re measuring who has the bigger set, I hate to break it to you, but I fear you may come up a little short.”
“Wrong answer,” Zevi’s knee connected with the other’s jaw, sending their body flailing across the arena. Ceridarts scrambled for control, their hands digging into the arena floor, leaving deep furrows as they struggled for purchase. Finally, their body halted, then sprang forward, quickly meeting their foe in the middle of the arena in a resounding woosh as the very force of their assault clashed together.
Although Ceridarts was quick, Zevi had patience in spades. They met fist for fist, knee for knee as the battle raged on. A storm of limbs, energy and just sheer fury encompassed them. Zevi fed from this rage, drinking it down in long, satisfying gulps. Their laughter, a terrifying mix of both Zedd and Violet, echoed around them. “You’re almost good enough,” Zevi’s uppercut landed square into Ceridart’s chest, swaying them. “Almost.”
They quickly recovered, delivering their own crippling blow to Zevi’s midsection, rattling metal and bone with sickening precision.
The pair broke away from one another, panting with exhaustion and holding themselves as pain coursed throughout their tired forms. “Good enough compared to what? You?” Ceridarts spat to the side in contempt. “I’m not just good, monster. I’m better.”
“Wishful thinking,” Zevi hissed, their azure eyes burning. Black, smoky tendrils curled from the warrior’s feet, unnoticed. “Curious, though.”
“About?”
A deep, gravely moan bubbled up from their stomach, eyes washing to the color of freshly drawn blood. Coils of smoky ki lashed out, wrapping themselves around Ceridart’s legs and moving upward, upward toward their chest. Zevi flexed, and the coils constricted. “I was hoping this would work,” Zevi sent a shock through the tendrils, electricity dancing like fireflies down the black strands and into its prey. “Yes, cry for me, worm!”
The tendrils tightened again, and Ceri did, indeed, cry for her. It was a wondrous sound, Zevi thought, and they lapped it up like the precious milk it was. As the sooty tendrils faded and Ceridarts recovered, Zevi felt even more adamant than ever. They would win this fight, and every fight. They would show these plebeians, they would show them all!
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Zevi used Pain and it was awesome. She'll be a little slow for a few minutes while she recovers the energy lost after using it.
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