11-10-2017, 08:59 PM
This ain't so bad.
Dane's eyes rolled over the carnage. It had a certain chaotic beauty to it. Perhaps, he thought, he'd been looking at fights all wrong. It wasn't about the winning or losing, survival or death.
It was about having fun-
and then brutally murdering the opposition. Leaving their mangled corpse to rot and burn. To become one with the land - except here where they tended to just disintegrate.
Of course, that didn't mean Dane could throw all logic out the window, just most, enough for him to have fun. So, as 13 loaded his gun, Dane was left with a split-second decision: Overcharge the teleport to avoid the attack in time, take the hit and use the energy for something better, or carve a pretty picture into the kid's flesh.
Obviously, there was only one real option, he thought, reallocating his mana.
The bullet seemed to pass through Dane's body, doing nothing. Dane smirked, seemingly unmoving. Before Jzall even had time to recognise his failure, trails of blood dripped out of his calfs, spraying into the air as if cut by an invisible blade. More slash marks appeared, the back of his robes falling to the ground, soaked with red. Even as his body slumped, they continued, not stopping.
A laugh rang out from the air around him, echoing; Dane still held still, taunting him.
As the torrent of blades relented, Dane stepped to the side, avoiding a powerful axe swing from one of the burlier delinquents. Steel arced through the air, once again becoming wet with blood. The man recoiled, but didn't fall immediately, braving the pain and moving in for another predictable attack. Before it could land, Dane's leg kicked out, hard, echoing with a loud thwack as the Nordic warrior was shunted into the inferno.
Sneering, Dane teleported beside the Jzall's involuntarily shaking body. Bones grinding to push him to his feet. "Looks like my gods are better than yours, mate."
Namely, because they're all me.
Crouching, he ignored the mob, admiring his handiwork. "I even drew you a happy face." A pair of verticle dashes lay etched above a crude curve. 13 grunted, trying to steady his gun.
An arrow slammed into Dane's right shoulder, sending vibrations down his arm. Longsword clattering to the floor.
Snapping the shaft, he spun around, shortsword ready.
"I'm trying to have a moment here." He glared, feinting anger and dashing towards the bowman, again diverting his mana to speed and strength.
His target stared back, drawing a similarly sized blade that swiftly found itself relieved of its owner.
Holding the blade firmly, Dane pushed it against the man's neck, using the other hand to force him against a tree. With one swift flick, Dane hacked off his jaw. "Good luck talking your way out of this one, dude."
Spinning around, Dane's eyes met the same monster that jumped him previously. It seemed to be eyeing him up again, preparing to strike when his back was turned.
"No."
Dane pointed, commandingly.
"Bad... thing."
It seemed to halt, unexpectedly.
"I'm only going to say this once, so make sure you listen," his eyes stared, unblinking, "if you touch me, I will shatter you into a thousand pieces and force feed ya to-" catching a glimpse of Jzall out the corner of his eye, Dane's head jerked, his hand point out shortly after. "This guy... so kill these other shits instead."
A small axe thudded into the tree beside Dane's head, the handle slightly singed.
Roaring, its owner charged Dane, shield raised, albeit burned. The fighter's helm had been lost, yet he still held his axe.
Fuck off.
Flipping through the air and landing behind the buff man, Dane hooked a leg around his, bringing the bloke to the smokey ground. "On the plus side, if your brain explodes, at least it won't ruin your hair-"
He jerking, pausing for a moment.
"Actually... we can test that, can't weee." Dane giggled, singing the words like a drunken university student with a bad cold.
Splat.
"Huh, I was wron-"
Bang.
"Oi!"
Another bullet tore into Dane's weakened right arm, damaging the tendons.
Without a moments thought, Dane was already on his feet, sprinting at 13, leading with his right shoulder, mana flowing through the arm.
Two more bullets came. One dug into his shoulder, temporarily disrupting the magic, but the other missed, grazing his back.
Switching his posture at the last possible moment, Dane let his right side shift back, before twisting into a punch. His muscles worked little on the force, already torn to shreds. Yet the mana drove it, smashing it into 13's face.
Crack.
Dane's arm fell to the floor, leaving a charred stump while 13's limp body ragdolled into the flames.
"The joke's on you. I'm left-handed."
Dane's eyes rolled over the carnage. It had a certain chaotic beauty to it. Perhaps, he thought, he'd been looking at fights all wrong. It wasn't about the winning or losing, survival or death.
It was about having fun-
and then brutally murdering the opposition. Leaving their mangled corpse to rot and burn. To become one with the land - except here where they tended to just disintegrate.
Of course, that didn't mean Dane could throw all logic out the window, just most, enough for him to have fun. So, as 13 loaded his gun, Dane was left with a split-second decision: Overcharge the teleport to avoid the attack in time, take the hit and use the energy for something better, or carve a pretty picture into the kid's flesh.
Obviously, there was only one real option, he thought, reallocating his mana.
The bullet seemed to pass through Dane's body, doing nothing. Dane smirked, seemingly unmoving. Before Jzall even had time to recognise his failure, trails of blood dripped out of his calfs, spraying into the air as if cut by an invisible blade. More slash marks appeared, the back of his robes falling to the ground, soaked with red. Even as his body slumped, they continued, not stopping.
A laugh rang out from the air around him, echoing; Dane still held still, taunting him.
As the torrent of blades relented, Dane stepped to the side, avoiding a powerful axe swing from one of the burlier delinquents. Steel arced through the air, once again becoming wet with blood. The man recoiled, but didn't fall immediately, braving the pain and moving in for another predictable attack. Before it could land, Dane's leg kicked out, hard, echoing with a loud thwack as the Nordic warrior was shunted into the inferno.
Sneering, Dane teleported beside the Jzall's involuntarily shaking body. Bones grinding to push him to his feet. "Looks like my gods are better than yours, mate."
Namely, because they're all me.
Crouching, he ignored the mob, admiring his handiwork. "I even drew you a happy face." A pair of verticle dashes lay etched above a crude curve. 13 grunted, trying to steady his gun.
An arrow slammed into Dane's right shoulder, sending vibrations down his arm. Longsword clattering to the floor.
Snapping the shaft, he spun around, shortsword ready.
"I'm trying to have a moment here." He glared, feinting anger and dashing towards the bowman, again diverting his mana to speed and strength.
His target stared back, drawing a similarly sized blade that swiftly found itself relieved of its owner.
Holding the blade firmly, Dane pushed it against the man's neck, using the other hand to force him against a tree. With one swift flick, Dane hacked off his jaw. "Good luck talking your way out of this one, dude."
Spinning around, Dane's eyes met the same monster that jumped him previously. It seemed to be eyeing him up again, preparing to strike when his back was turned.
"No."
Dane pointed, commandingly.
"Bad... thing."
It seemed to halt, unexpectedly.
"I'm only going to say this once, so make sure you listen," his eyes stared, unblinking, "if you touch me, I will shatter you into a thousand pieces and force feed ya to-" catching a glimpse of Jzall out the corner of his eye, Dane's head jerked, his hand point out shortly after. "This guy... so kill these other shits instead."
A small axe thudded into the tree beside Dane's head, the handle slightly singed.
Roaring, its owner charged Dane, shield raised, albeit burned. The fighter's helm had been lost, yet he still held his axe.
Fuck off.
Flipping through the air and landing behind the buff man, Dane hooked a leg around his, bringing the bloke to the smokey ground. "On the plus side, if your brain explodes, at least it won't ruin your hair-"
He jerking, pausing for a moment.
"Actually... we can test that, can't weee." Dane giggled, singing the words like a drunken university student with a bad cold.
Splat.
"Huh, I was wron-"
Bang.
"Oi!"
Another bullet tore into Dane's weakened right arm, damaging the tendons.
Without a moments thought, Dane was already on his feet, sprinting at 13, leading with his right shoulder, mana flowing through the arm.
Two more bullets came. One dug into his shoulder, temporarily disrupting the magic, but the other missed, grazing his back.
Switching his posture at the last possible moment, Dane let his right side shift back, before twisting into a punch. His muscles worked little on the force, already torn to shreds. Yet the mana drove it, smashing it into 13's face.
Crack.
Dane's arm fell to the floor, leaving a charred stump while 13's limp body ragdolled into the flames.
"The joke's on you. I'm left-handed."
Quote:800 words.
Dane switches to the 5/0/6/1 stats while 13 is loading his gun.
Dane countered 13's T1 with his T2 Super Attack (Was that the Wind?). 13's T1 was cancelled out, and Dane's acts at T1 strength.
Dane carves a smily face into 13's back.
Dane get's hit by and arrow (right shoulder).
Dane plays about with his shortsword only.
Dane says 'no' to China.
Dane plays about again.
13 shoots Dane's arm a bunch.
Dane punches his own arm off by hitting 13's face super hard. (Using "Break a Leg", which he'd used a bunch on the mob members as well).
Dane is going to switch back to the 1/2/3/6 stats, and play a bit more defensive. Unless CP buffs him with, when he'll probably keep these base stats, but be more agressive with it.
Dane will also try and reclaim his longsword if he gets the chance. Remember, he's only got his left arm right now.
We're probably at about 10-13ish left with regards to the mob.
2/4 SP Remaining.