05-12-2018, 11:03 PM
Gilgamesh clutched his head, feeling warmth drain from his hands. His blinking became rapid and heavy, his vision going completely black for what seemed to be minutes on end. At one moment, Ahana was by his side and the next she was being pelted with explosive pellets. Pressing his bloodied hand into the sand, he attempted to stand. The effort, however, made his consciousness fade into the dark for a brief second. As Gil made it back onto his knees, his consciousness began to fade into the dark. He wobbled for a brief second before unceremoniously falling onto his ass. Looking back up, he saw a bandit shoot the explosive pellets at Ahana, “Don’t you dare die before I recover!” He shouted across the sand, his voice dying swiftly to the sounds of the roaring engines. The pain in his head blurred his filter from saying anything that could be taken the ‘wrong’ way.
Taking a deep breathe to ease the pain, he moved his shaking hand down to reach his phone that he carried on him. Roughly flipping it open he frantically pressed a button that called anyone that was nearby. Gathering his composure, Gilgamesh tried to speak with equal parts dignified and anxious. “Any primes in the area, This is your King speaking. Bandits are raiding the city. Your first priority is to protect my people.” There was no immediate response to the King’s call, dampening his hopes a little bit.
A rough fist grabbed Gilgamesh’s hair before forcefully yanking him onto his knees. The British voice spoke, “Your requisition for furtherance is implausible.” The bandit tossed Gilgamesh to the ground, creating a small cloud of sand. Gilgamesh managed to catch himself on the ground, spitting some of the sand out of his mouth. The bandit’s boot, however, stepped on Gilgamesh’s back. He chuckled before speaking, “ Your endeavor for ascension will abrogate.” Dudgeon pressed his foot further into the King’s back, relishing his moment of superiority.
“You must wish to die a painful death, you filthy cur,” Gilgamesh hissed. Dudgeon leaned in, to mock Gilgamesh, but the King took advantage. Swinging his arm at the bandits legs, Gilgamesh managed to upset the brutish man. His seemingly colossal body landed on Gil’s back, knocking the wind out of him. The Golden King, clawed at the sand, trying to crawl from beneath the bandit with little success. Dudgeon groaned and sat upright, giving Gilgamesh the opportunity to jump back onto his feet. Gil barely managed to get back onto his feet with a wobble, still feeling dazed from the head wound. Dudgeon had gotten back onto his feet as well, and pounded his chest to antagonize the King. “Your steep disposition will not modify the outcome of this altercation.”
Gilgamesh had a sour frown on his face, his body trembled in rage. Without any words, Gil’s hands reached up to unclasp his golden chestpiece. With a quiet, click, the golden pieces buried themselves into the sand. Red lines illuminated themselves against his chest, the singed skin that he had received from Diablo sticking out like a sore thumb. Dudgeon smirked before outbursting with laughter. “Do you surmise that disrobing will provide abetment?!” He punctuated his sentence by menacingly cracking his knuckles before striding forward. Gilgamesh did not move a muscle, his body unwavering from his position. The bandit pulled back his fist before throwing the first punch, with Gilgamesh effortlessly bobbing behind him. Surprised by Gilgamesh’s sudden speed, he turned his head into Gil’s fist, knocking him off his feet.
“You will know suffering as I have.” Gilgamesh spoke with eerie calmness. Dudgeon tried to stumble onto his feet, but the King grabbed at his throat, raising him into the air. The bandits massive arms clenched around Gilgamesh’s arm, futilely trying to escape from the King’s grip. The sound of the bandit gasping for breath and the feeling of his fingers around the cur’s throat gave Gilgamesh such sweet satisfaction. Dudgeon pounded on Gilgamesh’s arms, gasping, “Extricate me.” The bandits face was beginning to redden.
Without any change in demeanor Gilgamesh spoke, “Very well.” He tossed the bandit across the sand, his speed descending before he collided roughly with the city’s broken wall. Dudgeon’s pain filled groan brought a smile onto the King’s face. Turning for a second, he looked for Ahana. He grinned at the many vehicles that were coated in flames, with the hybrid stalking her latest kill. She, however, failed to see that of another buggy in time. The sudden roar of its engine startled Ahana, her slow stalking became more of a panicked run. The buggy ran towards her, climbing the top of the dune before flying for a brief moment of the air. Gilgamesh effortlessly waved his hand, bringing to life an array of golden portals that surrounded the vehicle. Before it could drop to the ground, a barrage of weapons flew out of the portals. The vehicle landed on the sand with a thud, barreling down towards Ahana. The hybrid rose her hands as if to defend herself, however, the buggy came to an anti-climactic halt a few meters in front of her. Lowering her hands, she looked up to see the two bandits inside the buggy clearly deceased, multiple swords protruding from both the bandits chests.
Gilgamesh could clearly see Ahana take a big sigh of relief before she walked over to the crash she had caused. She looked over to see how Gil was faring, to see the shirtless God-King. Blood immediately rushed to her face and she averted her gaze. She distracted herself by flourishing her javelin, however she was unable to keep herself from taking the occasional glance from Gilgamesh’s godly body. Gilgamesh smiled and turned, allowing her to take in his golden presence. Hands gripped his shoulder as he turned, before wrenching him to the side. Flipping in the middle of the air, Gilgamesh landed onto his feet extending his hand. A golden portal flickered into life before presenting the King with one of his rightful treasures. Brandishing his sword, Gilgamesh strode forward.
“I will make you heel, cur.” Gilgamesh threatened, twirling his sword. The red tattoos on his skin radiated in the light. Dudgeon wiped sand from his face before grunting.
“Your audaciousness will be your devolution,” he growled. Gilgamesh frowned at his rebellious words. He will have to have this dog’s mouth sewn shut. Dudgeon rushed forward, his barbarian hands outstretched to grapple Gilgamesh. Gil, easily twirled around the brute’s grasp, slicing across his calve. The injury didn’t stop Dudgeon, his fist reflexively swung out at Gilgamesh, hitting the flat end of the sword. The steel shattered into pieces, forcing Gilgamesh to reach for another treasure.
“That sword was worth more than your life!” Gilgamesh shouted, already weilding a fresh sword. He swung his arm down, slicing shallowly into Dudgeon’s chest before the brutes fist collided with his chest. Forcing him back a few feet, Gilgamesh felt his ribs were at least bruised. The bandit wasted no time, charging towards Gilgamesh. His fists raised high, before bringing it down. Gil elegantly sidestepped, letting the brute’s fist collide into the sand. The Golden King wasted no time and plunged his sword into Dudgeon’s arm and into the sand. With his free hand, he grabbed the base of the bandit’s neck and slammed it into the sand.
“Lets see how well you kneel.”
Taking a deep breathe to ease the pain, he moved his shaking hand down to reach his phone that he carried on him. Roughly flipping it open he frantically pressed a button that called anyone that was nearby. Gathering his composure, Gilgamesh tried to speak with equal parts dignified and anxious. “Any primes in the area, This is your King speaking. Bandits are raiding the city. Your first priority is to protect my people.” There was no immediate response to the King’s call, dampening his hopes a little bit.
A rough fist grabbed Gilgamesh’s hair before forcefully yanking him onto his knees. The British voice spoke, “Your requisition for furtherance is implausible.” The bandit tossed Gilgamesh to the ground, creating a small cloud of sand. Gilgamesh managed to catch himself on the ground, spitting some of the sand out of his mouth. The bandit’s boot, however, stepped on Gilgamesh’s back. He chuckled before speaking, “ Your endeavor for ascension will abrogate.” Dudgeon pressed his foot further into the King’s back, relishing his moment of superiority.
“You must wish to die a painful death, you filthy cur,” Gilgamesh hissed. Dudgeon leaned in, to mock Gilgamesh, but the King took advantage. Swinging his arm at the bandits legs, Gilgamesh managed to upset the brutish man. His seemingly colossal body landed on Gil’s back, knocking the wind out of him. The Golden King, clawed at the sand, trying to crawl from beneath the bandit with little success. Dudgeon groaned and sat upright, giving Gilgamesh the opportunity to jump back onto his feet. Gil barely managed to get back onto his feet with a wobble, still feeling dazed from the head wound. Dudgeon had gotten back onto his feet as well, and pounded his chest to antagonize the King. “Your steep disposition will not modify the outcome of this altercation.”
Gilgamesh had a sour frown on his face, his body trembled in rage. Without any words, Gil’s hands reached up to unclasp his golden chestpiece. With a quiet, click, the golden pieces buried themselves into the sand. Red lines illuminated themselves against his chest, the singed skin that he had received from Diablo sticking out like a sore thumb. Dudgeon smirked before outbursting with laughter. “Do you surmise that disrobing will provide abetment?!” He punctuated his sentence by menacingly cracking his knuckles before striding forward. Gilgamesh did not move a muscle, his body unwavering from his position. The bandit pulled back his fist before throwing the first punch, with Gilgamesh effortlessly bobbing behind him. Surprised by Gilgamesh’s sudden speed, he turned his head into Gil’s fist, knocking him off his feet.
“You will know suffering as I have.” Gilgamesh spoke with eerie calmness. Dudgeon tried to stumble onto his feet, but the King grabbed at his throat, raising him into the air. The bandits massive arms clenched around Gilgamesh’s arm, futilely trying to escape from the King’s grip. The sound of the bandit gasping for breath and the feeling of his fingers around the cur’s throat gave Gilgamesh such sweet satisfaction. Dudgeon pounded on Gilgamesh’s arms, gasping, “Extricate me.” The bandits face was beginning to redden.
Without any change in demeanor Gilgamesh spoke, “Very well.” He tossed the bandit across the sand, his speed descending before he collided roughly with the city’s broken wall. Dudgeon’s pain filled groan brought a smile onto the King’s face. Turning for a second, he looked for Ahana. He grinned at the many vehicles that were coated in flames, with the hybrid stalking her latest kill. She, however, failed to see that of another buggy in time. The sudden roar of its engine startled Ahana, her slow stalking became more of a panicked run. The buggy ran towards her, climbing the top of the dune before flying for a brief moment of the air. Gilgamesh effortlessly waved his hand, bringing to life an array of golden portals that surrounded the vehicle. Before it could drop to the ground, a barrage of weapons flew out of the portals. The vehicle landed on the sand with a thud, barreling down towards Ahana. The hybrid rose her hands as if to defend herself, however, the buggy came to an anti-climactic halt a few meters in front of her. Lowering her hands, she looked up to see the two bandits inside the buggy clearly deceased, multiple swords protruding from both the bandits chests.
Gilgamesh could clearly see Ahana take a big sigh of relief before she walked over to the crash she had caused. She looked over to see how Gil was faring, to see the shirtless God-King. Blood immediately rushed to her face and she averted her gaze. She distracted herself by flourishing her javelin, however she was unable to keep herself from taking the occasional glance from Gilgamesh’s godly body. Gilgamesh smiled and turned, allowing her to take in his golden presence. Hands gripped his shoulder as he turned, before wrenching him to the side. Flipping in the middle of the air, Gilgamesh landed onto his feet extending his hand. A golden portal flickered into life before presenting the King with one of his rightful treasures. Brandishing his sword, Gilgamesh strode forward.
“I will make you heel, cur.” Gilgamesh threatened, twirling his sword. The red tattoos on his skin radiated in the light. Dudgeon wiped sand from his face before grunting.
“Your audaciousness will be your devolution,” he growled. Gilgamesh frowned at his rebellious words. He will have to have this dog’s mouth sewn shut. Dudgeon rushed forward, his barbarian hands outstretched to grapple Gilgamesh. Gil, easily twirled around the brute’s grasp, slicing across his calve. The injury didn’t stop Dudgeon, his fist reflexively swung out at Gilgamesh, hitting the flat end of the sword. The steel shattered into pieces, forcing Gilgamesh to reach for another treasure.
“That sword was worth more than your life!” Gilgamesh shouted, already weilding a fresh sword. He swung his arm down, slicing shallowly into Dudgeon’s chest before the brutes fist collided with his chest. Forcing him back a few feet, Gilgamesh felt his ribs were at least bruised. The bandit wasted no time, charging towards Gilgamesh. His fists raised high, before bringing it down. Gil elegantly sidestepped, letting the brute’s fist collide into the sand. The Golden King wasted no time and plunged his sword into Dudgeon’s arm and into the sand. With his free hand, he grabbed the base of the bandit’s neck and slammed it into the sand.
“Lets see how well you kneel.”
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