05-27-2018, 01:34 PM
After the first two stomps Ricter would get the idea that he wasn’t going to get out of here the pacifist route, which he’d resort to using a more direct approach. Quickly the treent would turn to face Ricter, his hulking size over all shifting with vines, bark, and spores of things falling off of them. Raising an arm the creature would lift it well above his head, nearly hitting the lights before swinging It down on top of Ricters head, something like that would probably crush anything fragile, however the weasel stood his ground as he raised his weapon. Using this face of his blade he would hold it up on both side as the strike came down, causing him to grunt as the floor under him gave a few small cracks around his feet, but he held it there. Not budging as the treents strength was matched well to his size, but Ricters own tenacity was much higher, even pushing back, but only from his ability to not be moved himself.
Shifting to his left side he would slip the blade from over top of him, turning only in lace one he got far enough and letting the bark covered fist slam down into the ground. Causing a small rumble with in the clinic, which was even louder being directly next to the cause of it, however as his fist cracked the tiles of the floor and stayed down, thinking that they had crushed the weasel under it the treent would flinch as multiple cuts would begin to slash at his arm. But instead of pain the cuts would actually cause some form of healing, his roots being restored as many of the dead declining bark that was falling off him were beginning to regrow and form on him as well. This stunned the treent but at the same time didn’t slow down hie efforts to move away and strike again as the weasel tried to do another swing but missed, stumbling a little while the treent’s arm moved up and then would sweep his leg around from the left side.
Ducking, Ricter would narrowly avoid the slow kick, the big tree was fairly slow but still quite strong over all. So as it sailed by he would lift up his sword, allowing it to cut strait through his leg, but it left a glowing green cut that didn’t separate his leg, instead it only helped to repeat the process of healing the dead and dying plants on his body. Again, causing him to take a moment of reprieve before he would rear up again for more attacks, the battle was beginning to get a bit more heated as Ricter avoided another slam from them, all the while calling out. “This is insane! What will any of this accomplish!?” Of course the other doctors behind the glass could hear them, Dr. Sorrel soon pressing a big button on the other side, letting the speaker turn on again before saying, “As much as you think it will, keep it up, your doing well.” However instead of stopping the microphone and allowing it to cut off she would turn back to the other doctors asking them.
“So who else placed a bet that he would die? I got 100 Omnilium on it, who else is in?” Her voice rang out as Ricter was lifted upside down by a number of vines around his leg, swinging at the treent as he growled to hearing this. “Sorrel! When I get out of here your going to pay for this!” Being lifted up to the treents amber eyes he would look at him with both annoyance and rage bubbling up, the light still hurting him. Ricter though wiggled and tried to escape the upside down position, but he didn’t want to cut his vines, however instead he would place his paw on his blade, hoping he’d have a few seconds to do this. Lifting him up further the weasel would be placed above his head and his mouth would open in conjunction with the treent doing the same. Right as he was dropped into his gullet Ricter would stab his blade into the roof off his mouth, keeping him from falling into the pollen filled abyss bellow.
It smelled nice inside of him, even if ti was just his mouth, though of course he wasn’t one for vore but the scent of flowers as well as fresh bark and the sensation of things just growing constantly around was plesant, like being in a fresh open clearing. The cause was his sword passively beginning to regenerate his body now that it was stuck inside of him, but Ricter was more intent on placing his type of healing skill he had created in the last week on him to maybe calm him down. Now that he was inside of him, and the darkness began to surround him he wouldn’t try to fight his way back up, instead he’d hang there, holding his sword still before he’d pull off one of his paws, a glowing print forming on his paw pads before he’d slam it into the treent’s inner walls. “Alright, I’m so done with this!” His sword unhooking a bit and dragging him from almost into the creatures throat as the print would leave itself on him, unfortunately soon he would begin to lose his strength, unable to hold on to his weapon and soon the sound of a loud yell could be heard echoing inside of the treent. He had fallen inside of them completely now.
Shifting to his left side he would slip the blade from over top of him, turning only in lace one he got far enough and letting the bark covered fist slam down into the ground. Causing a small rumble with in the clinic, which was even louder being directly next to the cause of it, however as his fist cracked the tiles of the floor and stayed down, thinking that they had crushed the weasel under it the treent would flinch as multiple cuts would begin to slash at his arm. But instead of pain the cuts would actually cause some form of healing, his roots being restored as many of the dead declining bark that was falling off him were beginning to regrow and form on him as well. This stunned the treent but at the same time didn’t slow down hie efforts to move away and strike again as the weasel tried to do another swing but missed, stumbling a little while the treent’s arm moved up and then would sweep his leg around from the left side.
Ducking, Ricter would narrowly avoid the slow kick, the big tree was fairly slow but still quite strong over all. So as it sailed by he would lift up his sword, allowing it to cut strait through his leg, but it left a glowing green cut that didn’t separate his leg, instead it only helped to repeat the process of healing the dead and dying plants on his body. Again, causing him to take a moment of reprieve before he would rear up again for more attacks, the battle was beginning to get a bit more heated as Ricter avoided another slam from them, all the while calling out. “This is insane! What will any of this accomplish!?” Of course the other doctors behind the glass could hear them, Dr. Sorrel soon pressing a big button on the other side, letting the speaker turn on again before saying, “As much as you think it will, keep it up, your doing well.” However instead of stopping the microphone and allowing it to cut off she would turn back to the other doctors asking them.
“So who else placed a bet that he would die? I got 100 Omnilium on it, who else is in?” Her voice rang out as Ricter was lifted upside down by a number of vines around his leg, swinging at the treent as he growled to hearing this. “Sorrel! When I get out of here your going to pay for this!” Being lifted up to the treents amber eyes he would look at him with both annoyance and rage bubbling up, the light still hurting him. Ricter though wiggled and tried to escape the upside down position, but he didn’t want to cut his vines, however instead he would place his paw on his blade, hoping he’d have a few seconds to do this. Lifting him up further the weasel would be placed above his head and his mouth would open in conjunction with the treent doing the same. Right as he was dropped into his gullet Ricter would stab his blade into the roof off his mouth, keeping him from falling into the pollen filled abyss bellow.
It smelled nice inside of him, even if ti was just his mouth, though of course he wasn’t one for vore but the scent of flowers as well as fresh bark and the sensation of things just growing constantly around was plesant, like being in a fresh open clearing. The cause was his sword passively beginning to regenerate his body now that it was stuck inside of him, but Ricter was more intent on placing his type of healing skill he had created in the last week on him to maybe calm him down. Now that he was inside of him, and the darkness began to surround him he wouldn’t try to fight his way back up, instead he’d hang there, holding his sword still before he’d pull off one of his paws, a glowing print forming on his paw pads before he’d slam it into the treent’s inner walls. “Alright, I’m so done with this!” His sword unhooking a bit and dragging him from almost into the creatures throat as the print would leave itself on him, unfortunately soon he would begin to lose his strength, unable to hold on to his weapon and soon the sound of a loud yell could be heard echoing inside of the treent. He had fallen inside of them completely now.