06-05-2018, 10:34 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-05-2018, 11:04 PM by Kuzuru.
Edit Reason: FUcked up mah continuity cause Sasuke lost his gotdamn arm.
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Walking into the Baron’s throne room sent a flutter through Kuzuru’s chest. It was a long rectangular room with a row of pillars on either side of an aisle. Trophies of war lined the walls, everything from weapons to skulls to bejeweled trinkets hung as testaments to the Baron’s conquest. At the heart of this hall, atop a throne of gold and iron, sat the Baron himself. Even in this relaxed position one could see that Deathchew was easily twice the size of most men. His hair was a tangled mess of greasy black hair that rolled across his shoulders like tentacles. Clad in armor that was adorned with skulls and other baubles the warlord was ready for a fight. Resting against the arm of his throne sat a mace that was far too large and heavy for an average human to carry let alone wield; and yet, the Baron grunted, stood, and heaved the weapon onto his shoulder as if it was as light as air.
“You’ve caused me a lot of trouble, primes” Deathchew spoke, his voice a barely contained inferno, “however, that will just make you taste all the more tender.”
Kuzuru started to clap as he began to walk towards the goliath that stood before him.
“Bravo, bravo, Mr. Chew,” the demon said, “I’ve gotta say I’m real impressed with your flair, not many people can build an empire on the backs of inbred cannibals.”
The Baron grunted and began to saunter forward. As he walked his massive stature became all the more apparent. Between Kuzuru, Sasuke (sans arm), and the orphan they probably weighed about as much as Deathchew did. Kuzuru sprouted his full complement of swords, two on each arm. Sasuke drew Kusanagi and shifted off to the side of his demonic companion. Behind the two heros stood the orphan, frightened by the menace that stood before them.
“None of you have a lot of meat on your bones,hardly anything I’d call a meal anyways, but,” Death chew lamented and pointed a finger at the orphan, “I betcha he’s awfully tender.”
Kuzuru grinned and the boy whimpered. The boy closed his eyes and raised his blaster. Fighting through his paralyzing dread he squeezed the trigger and fired. The shot went wide, but served as a signal to everyone. In the split second it took everyone to register what had happened, calamity broke loose. Now with no excuse for restraint Kuzuru charged forth, a primal warcray. Deathchew followed suit as several kunai glanced off his armor. Sasuke broke into a sprint behind his companion. With a flick of his wrist the shinobi flung an explosive tag which caught the bandit lord right between his eyes.
“Wait!” Sasuke shouted and grabbed Kuzuru.
“What the fuck!?” Kuzuru shouted as Sasuke snagged him.
*BOOM*
A concussive shockwave slammed into them as the Shinobi’s paper tag detonated. Deathchew was swallowed by a hellish cloud of flame and black smoke. Heat washed across the room in one sobering wave. Kuzuru shielded his eyes with his arm and stumbled back as the blast rocked him. As abruptly as it began, so too did it end. All that remained of the Baron was a smoldering cloud of soot and ash. Kuzuru groaned and let his arms fall limp.
“Come on,” he whined and glanced at the ninja, “you serious, I’m not sure who I’m more disappointed in, him or you.”
“Seriously?” Sasuke responded.
“Yeah, seriously,” Kuzuru shouted and threw his arms up for effect, “that was supposed to be the piece de resistance and you just punk him with a bit of--”
Kuzuru’s words were caught in his throat as a wave of excitement washed over him. A grin flashed across his face. Were it not for the sensory prowess that the two primes had they would have been completely blindsided. Deathchew’s mace lurched out from behind the smoke as he swung towards the fences. Kuzuru ducked beneath the blow, but the shinobi proved not to be as lucky. Sasuke was sent flying across the room as the Baron’s heavy-handed weapon batted him away. Breaking through the wisps of smoke still lingering in the air Baron Deathchew retained his momentum and brought his club high. Kuzuru grinned and raised his blades, ready to absorb the impact. Like a meteor Deathchew’s hammer crashed downwards. Kuzuru grinned, he had already planned a counterattack that would leave the Baron lifeless. However his heart skipped a beat as the oversized cudgel did not stop its descent. A cacophony, not unlike that of shattered porcelain, filled the air as the Baron’s sledge crashed through the demon’s blades. Kuzuru’s realization of what the fuck had just happened was cut short as the hammer carried itself through and cracked open the demon’s skull. In an instant he was flattened and left unconscious.
Baron Deathchew chuckled. For its part the explosive tag did ruin the Baron’s hair, but asides from a few minor burns he was no worse for wear. He crouched down and grabbed at his crumpled opponent. As if presenting a trophy the cannibal lord raised Kuzuru’s limp body by the back of its neck. Blood streamed down the prime’s body, a culmination of his previous wounds and one severe head trauma. Beneath his thick calloused fingers the Baron could still feel the faint lub-dub of the demon’s heartbeat. Perhaps it was his primal biology or perhaps it was the momentum his blades robbed from the sledge, but whatever it was Kuzuru’s body was still alive. Still alive, but not for long. Before the coup de grace could be delivered Deathchew was assaulted with a fusillade of blaster fire. Several bullets struck true, but only one or two of them managed to pierce his solid armor and thick hide. With a grunt the goliath threw his prize at the interloper, sending the orphan sprawling as his Kuzuru's body slammed into him.
--
Somewhere two swordsmen stand facing each other. They are not brothers, but they both share a common legacy. They are prisoners. Their prison is not a physical peniterary, but rather a construct created by a being unknown to them. It is inescapable. Or rather, it was inescapable. What is a prison without a warden? Bars rust, locks break, and walls crumble. A warden stands absolute and without one this world becomes an unrestrained mess. One swordsman pushes the other towards freedom for it is not his place to be free.
--
Renji’s eyes opened for a brief moment. Copper filled his mouth and a sticky warmth covered his head. The scent of blood stung his nostrils and the hole in his chest ached. He rolled over onto his side and came face-to-face with that cursed sword. In the distance strangers waged battle. One massive brute thrashed against a skinny armless ninja. Renji blinked. He swallowed, but the copper taste refused to leave his blood-soaked mouth. A groggy voice in the back of his mind whined, but it was too concussed to speak clearly. After a few moments the swordsmen forced himself to stand. His body screamed in rebellion.
Memories came flooding back to him, but they were not his own. Ambrosia and its strange princess brought a wistful longing. The Steppes and its fire brought a loss of control. The Ashen Blades and their mercenaries brought a strange sense of satisfaction. Sasuke and his prowess brought… a hint of jealousy? Renji shook his head and grabbed the hilt of his blade.
RENJI, IT IS NOT YOUR TURN
“Fuck off,” the swordsman groaned and rubbed his eyes with the heel of his hand.
With the groggy steps of a drunkard Renji stumbled forward.
LET ME OUT
Baron Deathchew swore as Sasuke’s blade found a chink in his armor and buried itself deep into his flesh. He howled in pain and swung his mace wildly. The shinobi was forced to leap away, leaving his prized blade buried in the Baron’s side. Not skipping a beat Sasuke wrenched a repeating crossbow from its perch on one of Deathchew's trophy stands. The sophisticated weapon of war was still loaded with several red-tipped bolts. Throwing caution to the wind the shinobi squeeze the trigger and the auto-loading mechanism whirred to life. Bolt after bolt was leveled against the Baron and as each one struck his stalwart body it exploded. Sasuke smirked as he continued firing bolt after explosive bolt into the Baron. Deathchew clenched his teeth, leaned into the barrage, and raised a palm. As if he was weathering a sandstorm the implacable giant forced his body against the withering hail of explosions.
GIVE ME HIS BLOOD
Renji surged forward, his body now completely sovereign. Where the demon would have advanced with reckless abandon the swordsman approached with a lethal precision. The Baron was now mere feet away from the fire-launcher. Sweat dripped down from Sasuke’s forehead as his ammunition literally went up in flames. A sudden burst of brute force the Baron broke through the hail of fire and clamped his hand across Sasuke’s head, palming his melon like a basketball. Sasuke clutched at his attacker’s limb, but found no purchase against the muscle-laden forearm. Deathchew grinned and began to squeeze, hoping to pop his adversary’s head like a balloon. A horrid squelch filled the air as Renji skewered the Baron’s forearm with his sword. The Baron bellowed in agony as the swordsman wrenched his sword upward, twisting the man’s arm in one agonizing motion. Taking advantage of his sudden liberation Sasuke slapped at the Baron’s wrist. Dropping backwards and rolling away the ninja left a series of explosive tags wrapped around Deathchew’s wrist. In one fluid motion Renji removed his blade and dove to the side.
KILL
*BOOM*
This time the tags left behind more than just a pyrotechnic display. The Baron’s severed hand was sent flying through the air, slamming against a nearby wall with a unsettling smack. Renji stood up and pointed his sword towards the resulting cloud of debris. Sasuke glanced over at his newfound ally. Where there had been an unrestrained force of nature there was now a tranquil warrior. Stoic and unflinching Renji chose not to acknowledge the stranger to his side and instead focused wholly on the stirring form behind the smoke.
“You’ve caused me a lot of trouble, primes” Deathchew spoke, his voice a barely contained inferno, “however, that will just make you taste all the more tender.”
Kuzuru started to clap as he began to walk towards the goliath that stood before him.
“Bravo, bravo, Mr. Chew,” the demon said, “I’ve gotta say I’m real impressed with your flair, not many people can build an empire on the backs of inbred cannibals.”
The Baron grunted and began to saunter forward. As he walked his massive stature became all the more apparent. Between Kuzuru, Sasuke (sans arm), and the orphan they probably weighed about as much as Deathchew did. Kuzuru sprouted his full complement of swords, two on each arm. Sasuke drew Kusanagi and shifted off to the side of his demonic companion. Behind the two heros stood the orphan, frightened by the menace that stood before them.
“None of you have a lot of meat on your bones,hardly anything I’d call a meal anyways, but,” Death chew lamented and pointed a finger at the orphan, “I betcha he’s awfully tender.”
Kuzuru grinned and the boy whimpered. The boy closed his eyes and raised his blaster. Fighting through his paralyzing dread he squeezed the trigger and fired. The shot went wide, but served as a signal to everyone. In the split second it took everyone to register what had happened, calamity broke loose. Now with no excuse for restraint Kuzuru charged forth, a primal warcray. Deathchew followed suit as several kunai glanced off his armor. Sasuke broke into a sprint behind his companion. With a flick of his wrist the shinobi flung an explosive tag which caught the bandit lord right between his eyes.
“Wait!” Sasuke shouted and grabbed Kuzuru.
“What the fuck!?” Kuzuru shouted as Sasuke snagged him.
*BOOM*
A concussive shockwave slammed into them as the Shinobi’s paper tag detonated. Deathchew was swallowed by a hellish cloud of flame and black smoke. Heat washed across the room in one sobering wave. Kuzuru shielded his eyes with his arm and stumbled back as the blast rocked him. As abruptly as it began, so too did it end. All that remained of the Baron was a smoldering cloud of soot and ash. Kuzuru groaned and let his arms fall limp.
“Come on,” he whined and glanced at the ninja, “you serious, I’m not sure who I’m more disappointed in, him or you.”
“Seriously?” Sasuke responded.
“Yeah, seriously,” Kuzuru shouted and threw his arms up for effect, “that was supposed to be the piece de resistance and you just punk him with a bit of--”
Kuzuru’s words were caught in his throat as a wave of excitement washed over him. A grin flashed across his face. Were it not for the sensory prowess that the two primes had they would have been completely blindsided. Deathchew’s mace lurched out from behind the smoke as he swung towards the fences. Kuzuru ducked beneath the blow, but the shinobi proved not to be as lucky. Sasuke was sent flying across the room as the Baron’s heavy-handed weapon batted him away. Breaking through the wisps of smoke still lingering in the air Baron Deathchew retained his momentum and brought his club high. Kuzuru grinned and raised his blades, ready to absorb the impact. Like a meteor Deathchew’s hammer crashed downwards. Kuzuru grinned, he had already planned a counterattack that would leave the Baron lifeless. However his heart skipped a beat as the oversized cudgel did not stop its descent. A cacophony, not unlike that of shattered porcelain, filled the air as the Baron’s sledge crashed through the demon’s blades. Kuzuru’s realization of what the fuck had just happened was cut short as the hammer carried itself through and cracked open the demon’s skull. In an instant he was flattened and left unconscious.
Baron Deathchew chuckled. For its part the explosive tag did ruin the Baron’s hair, but asides from a few minor burns he was no worse for wear. He crouched down and grabbed at his crumpled opponent. As if presenting a trophy the cannibal lord raised Kuzuru’s limp body by the back of its neck. Blood streamed down the prime’s body, a culmination of his previous wounds and one severe head trauma. Beneath his thick calloused fingers the Baron could still feel the faint lub-dub of the demon’s heartbeat. Perhaps it was his primal biology or perhaps it was the momentum his blades robbed from the sledge, but whatever it was Kuzuru’s body was still alive. Still alive, but not for long. Before the coup de grace could be delivered Deathchew was assaulted with a fusillade of blaster fire. Several bullets struck true, but only one or two of them managed to pierce his solid armor and thick hide. With a grunt the goliath threw his prize at the interloper, sending the orphan sprawling as his Kuzuru's body slammed into him.
--
Somewhere two swordsmen stand facing each other. They are not brothers, but they both share a common legacy. They are prisoners. Their prison is not a physical peniterary, but rather a construct created by a being unknown to them. It is inescapable. Or rather, it was inescapable. What is a prison without a warden? Bars rust, locks break, and walls crumble. A warden stands absolute and without one this world becomes an unrestrained mess. One swordsman pushes the other towards freedom for it is not his place to be free.
--
Renji’s eyes opened for a brief moment. Copper filled his mouth and a sticky warmth covered his head. The scent of blood stung his nostrils and the hole in his chest ached. He rolled over onto his side and came face-to-face with that cursed sword. In the distance strangers waged battle. One massive brute thrashed against a skinny armless ninja. Renji blinked. He swallowed, but the copper taste refused to leave his blood-soaked mouth. A groggy voice in the back of his mind whined, but it was too concussed to speak clearly. After a few moments the swordsmen forced himself to stand. His body screamed in rebellion.
Memories came flooding back to him, but they were not his own. Ambrosia and its strange princess brought a wistful longing. The Steppes and its fire brought a loss of control. The Ashen Blades and their mercenaries brought a strange sense of satisfaction. Sasuke and his prowess brought… a hint of jealousy? Renji shook his head and grabbed the hilt of his blade.
RENJI, IT IS NOT YOUR TURN
“Fuck off,” the swordsman groaned and rubbed his eyes with the heel of his hand.
With the groggy steps of a drunkard Renji stumbled forward.
LET ME OUT
Baron Deathchew swore as Sasuke’s blade found a chink in his armor and buried itself deep into his flesh. He howled in pain and swung his mace wildly. The shinobi was forced to leap away, leaving his prized blade buried in the Baron’s side. Not skipping a beat Sasuke wrenched a repeating crossbow from its perch on one of Deathchew's trophy stands. The sophisticated weapon of war was still loaded with several red-tipped bolts. Throwing caution to the wind the shinobi squeeze the trigger and the auto-loading mechanism whirred to life. Bolt after bolt was leveled against the Baron and as each one struck his stalwart body it exploded. Sasuke smirked as he continued firing bolt after explosive bolt into the Baron. Deathchew clenched his teeth, leaned into the barrage, and raised a palm. As if he was weathering a sandstorm the implacable giant forced his body against the withering hail of explosions.
GIVE ME HIS BLOOD
Renji surged forward, his body now completely sovereign. Where the demon would have advanced with reckless abandon the swordsman approached with a lethal precision. The Baron was now mere feet away from the fire-launcher. Sweat dripped down from Sasuke’s forehead as his ammunition literally went up in flames. A sudden burst of brute force the Baron broke through the hail of fire and clamped his hand across Sasuke’s head, palming his melon like a basketball. Sasuke clutched at his attacker’s limb, but found no purchase against the muscle-laden forearm. Deathchew grinned and began to squeeze, hoping to pop his adversary’s head like a balloon. A horrid squelch filled the air as Renji skewered the Baron’s forearm with his sword. The Baron bellowed in agony as the swordsman wrenched his sword upward, twisting the man’s arm in one agonizing motion. Taking advantage of his sudden liberation Sasuke slapped at the Baron’s wrist. Dropping backwards and rolling away the ninja left a series of explosive tags wrapped around Deathchew’s wrist. In one fluid motion Renji removed his blade and dove to the side.
KILL
*BOOM*
This time the tags left behind more than just a pyrotechnic display. The Baron’s severed hand was sent flying through the air, slamming against a nearby wall with a unsettling smack. Renji stood up and pointed his sword towards the resulting cloud of debris. Sasuke glanced over at his newfound ally. Where there had been an unrestrained force of nature there was now a tranquil warrior. Stoic and unflinching Renji chose not to acknowledge the stranger to his side and instead focused wholly on the stirring form behind the smoke.
Quote:Transformed back to base form and popped “Strength of the Damned” power up for the rest of the fight. New stats follow
ATK - 4
DEF - 1
SPD - 4
TEC - 7
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