11-18-2017, 11:11 PM
Quote:OOC Note: As noted in the OOC chat, Dane used 1 SP on 'Can't Touch Me: I' to dodge the T1 Attack 13 used earlier. So Dane started this post with 1/4 SP Left.
Quote:Don’t look at my torch.
A small question nagged on Dane's mind. What would happen if he looked at the torch? He was genuinely curious. After all, whatever did occur couldn't be so bad. No worse than his fractured foot and missing arm, anyway. Amusingly, his two most prevalent injuries were actually his fault, but fear and regrets were for losers - like Jzall.
Don't be stupid.
His rationality called out to him but he suppressed it, turning his head towards Clownpiece's flames.
"Dane, no!" His teammate pleaded.
Fight. Attack. Destroy. The torch whispered into his mind.
Your wish is my command.
His muscles whirred without his direct approval, mana dispersed through his body and he smirked - all while the back of his mind screamed at him not to. Kicking off the ground with his good foot, he dashed forwards towards the nearest target, 13, recklessly leaving himself open. He didn't care. He was going to fight this guy anyway, why should he care about the means?
Avoid the fire.
The small voice continued to cry out from its spectator seat; it achieved nought.
"You can't tell me what to do!" he replied, speaking himself externally. The statement was punctuated by him ramming his right shoulder into Jzall's chest - oblivious to the bullet now wedged into his stump from the exposed advance.
His opponent growled, throwing a weak punch towards him in an attempt to regain some distance.
Dane let him, yet twisted forwards, slicing the blade down into Jzall's upper ribs under his raised arm. Blood spurted out of the wound, gracefully arcing through the air as Dane jerked his blade back, kicking his target into the closing inferno.
Without a second thought, Dane plunged in after him, allowing his mana to start flowing normally again. He kept moving, skin and armour slowly burning yet soaked with blood. Hopping from side to side, he ducked his head and rammed it into 13's chin.
Crunch.
Teeth ground together. Cracked.
Blood dripped from his jaw.
Pivoted. Falling.
A burning tree splintered from the impact of his head, yet Jzall still flailed. Gripping his rifle firmly, he attempted to swing the butt at Dane.
Dane let it connect with his ribs while focusing his mana into his bad foot.
A claw stabbed into his calf, breaking his focus. It was at this point Dane came to the realisation that he was on fire.
He hopped into the air with his good leg, spinning and shaking off the flames. With a thump, he landed on one of the few remaining branches.
I fucking warned you, ya little shit. Guess you're gonna find out what it's like to be food now.
Using the sound of claws scraping against metal to guide him - Dane scanned the smoke for his target.
Stationary. Hiding behind a tree. Perfect.
He jumped off his perch, flipping through the air.
Given his rough height, he estimated it'd take about three seconds to hit his target. Conveniently, it typically took him about three seconds to ram enough mana down his leg to crack an average skull open - at least back home.
As he fell, Dane caught a glimpse of Clownpiece tackling the remaining mob - their eyes meeting by coincidence. Naturally, he waved his sword, trying to give her a thumbs up.
'You idiot,' she mouthed, evading an axe.
Crack.
While China had moved slightly, Dane succeeded in correcting his course enough for his heel to punch through the creature's side. The china mutilated his foot like a compilation of razors, but it was worth it. He yanked it out with no care for his health.
"I keep my promises."
Making a point of stuffing a clump of the creature into his pocket, he focused for a moment before reappearing beside Jzall.
This was it.
This was his victory. It had to be. The beast had to have fallen by now. The raiders had to be dead. Tired breaths caught in Dane's throat, and he stumbled. The world span around him, and even as he shook his head to clear it, the afterimages still remained.
He could have sworn there was only one Jzall a moment ago.
Not that he cared. They were both barely conscious.
...and he apparently had two left arms to deal with them.
Dane pushed his remaining mana through both of them, slamming them down. Both met one of 13's rifles, the pair of guns were shortly crushed - snapping in half.
He drove the next set of swings into 13's arms, then his chest, before wedging the steel down into the man's left leg - all while both images merged back together.
"Eat this, ya discounted marine."
Roughly gripping the pointed shard, Dane moved to ram it down his throat.
Unnoticed by Dane, Jzall clawed to the side, fingers weakly closing around his gun.
Quote:799 words - Dane_irl
Dane looks at CP's Torch and is "Driven Mad" along with 13.
Dane switches to 5/0/6/1
13 shoots Dane's shitty shoulder but he doesn't notice (no feeling in the fucked up arm).
Dane stabs 13 and pushes them both into the fire.
Dane switches to 1/2/3/6
13 flails, trying to melee Dane.
China claws Dane's shin.
Dane jumps out of the fire.
(Off screen) 13 moves out of the fire.
Dane uses 'Break a Leg' from the sky.
Dane damages his lower right leg a lot, but smashes a hole in China's side.
Dane teleports to 13, and realises how near-dead he is.
Dane switches to 5/0/6/1
Dane uses T1SA - Magical Enhancement (with his Longsword). (1 SP used, 0/4 SP remaining)
Dane stabs his sword through 13's leg.
Dane tries to forcefeed China to 13 while 13 reaches for his pistol.
Clownpiece spends this post playing with the trash mob.
And we're ready for judging now.