06-11-2018, 07:18 AM
Erik took a deep breath to calm his nerves. He could barely believe it, he was in his first fight of Dante’s Abyss. Deadpool, on the other hand, didn't seem to be feeling the nerves. The merc with a mouth sauntered over to his partner and put an arm over his shoulder and brought their heads together.
“You got a plan?” He asked as he shot a glance at the beast of a man and his substantially cooler ally.
“Well… Perhaps we could try to turn the larger one’s attacks against his partner. Of course that would only work if he's a reckless fighter so we’ll need to see how he fi-”
“Yeah okay, cool, better idea.” Deadpool interrupted. “You fight the big one, while I go take on the cool guy, okay? Okay. Go get ‘em, sport.”
With a pat on the back Erik was pushed towards the massive swordsman- his protests seemed to fall on deaf ears. Kenpachi began to walk towards the noble before breaking into a jog, then a run. Fear gripped the smaller man as the giant warrior barrelled towards him, a wicked grin splayed across his face. Erik raised Mageslayer in a vain attempt to block the shinigami’s incoming blow, only to be sent flying by the strength of his swing. The psychic tumbled across the arena, his sword thrown across the budokai by the momentum.
“Allowing a wild ox into the tournament hardly seems fair.” Erik groaned to himself as he started to stand back up. Fear shot through the psychic as he noticed the ground tremble under foot. Indistinct purple mist peeled off the young man's body as he began to phase; he desperately hoped that he'd pull this off before the brute sawed him in two. He smashed his eyes shut as the massive blade cleaved downward, only to gasp in relief as it passed through the arm of his violet form harmlessly. The psychic couldn't help but shudder at his opponent’s wild swings. What kind of berserk monster of a man fought like that? The phased priest got to his feet as Kenpachi stopped his savage slashes, having realised that his slender foe was unharmed by the assault.
Erik frantically scoured the arena for his lost sword. He relaxed as he spotted the discarded blade and recalled it with telekinesis. Deadpool, currently engaged in a battle of both blades and words with Dave, didn't seem to notice as the giant man approached him from behind. The psychic slipped out of his phased form and charged towards the shinigami, intensely focused on the mind of the beast. His eyes began to glow as he caught the man’s consciousness in the psionic grip.
“You style is whack, your rhymes are slack, you're gonna collapse when you take this attack.” Dave rhymed, spitting fire as he swung his sword.
“You call that a rhyme? I call it a crime. You wanna take me two-v-one, that's fine.” Deadpool rapped back as he caught Kenpachi approaching out of the corner of his eye.
The shinigami raised his zanpakuto menacingly, unphased by the fact that the mercenary had heard him, only to be interrupted by an ear-splitting scream directly behind him. The beast whipped around and brought his blade down with intent to maim the source of his irritation. There was, much to his surprise, no one there. Erik dashed around to the side of the distracted shinigami and slashed Mageslayer towards his flank. Kenpachi took the blow in stride, hardly even reacting to the strike.
“Our little ghost has come back to fight.” Kenpachi rumbled as his grin widened.
“Even if it means being cleaved in half, I'll not let you fight him two against one.” The psion called out valiantly as he tried his hardest to look resolute in the face of death. The grinning behemoth lunged towards his victim as his blade arced sideways. The noble narrowly avoided the massive blow with a hasty dodge. The frenzied, wild swings of the shinigami seemed random, but the New Babylonian could see a glimmer of aim beneath the storm of steel.
The psychic struggled to avoid swings that he could not predict, a few glancing blows were the reward for his efforts. He was disturbed by the fact that not only was each ‘glancing’ hit similar in strength to a normal man’s solid blow, but felt as if Kenpachi’s full strength wasn't behind it. It was only by the saving grace of his lack of pain that kept him standing. Desperate to escape the onslaught, the priest ducked under another powerful swing and slid between the beastly man’s legs.
“Uunn'gaelig, God of death, hear my prayer.” Erik chanted as the shinigami turned to face him and narrowly missed another swing. “Lend me a fraction of your power, and let the slow creep of decay claim this beast before me!”
Pale green energy coalesced in the Nippurian’s body as he pointed at the shinigami, his eyes flooded with that same blazing green light.
“Your body withers away,” the priest hissed as he cursed his foe.
“You got a plan?” He asked as he shot a glance at the beast of a man and his substantially cooler ally.
“Well… Perhaps we could try to turn the larger one’s attacks against his partner. Of course that would only work if he's a reckless fighter so we’ll need to see how he fi-”
“Yeah okay, cool, better idea.” Deadpool interrupted. “You fight the big one, while I go take on the cool guy, okay? Okay. Go get ‘em, sport.”
With a pat on the back Erik was pushed towards the massive swordsman- his protests seemed to fall on deaf ears. Kenpachi began to walk towards the noble before breaking into a jog, then a run. Fear gripped the smaller man as the giant warrior barrelled towards him, a wicked grin splayed across his face. Erik raised Mageslayer in a vain attempt to block the shinigami’s incoming blow, only to be sent flying by the strength of his swing. The psychic tumbled across the arena, his sword thrown across the budokai by the momentum.
“Allowing a wild ox into the tournament hardly seems fair.” Erik groaned to himself as he started to stand back up. Fear shot through the psychic as he noticed the ground tremble under foot. Indistinct purple mist peeled off the young man's body as he began to phase; he desperately hoped that he'd pull this off before the brute sawed him in two. He smashed his eyes shut as the massive blade cleaved downward, only to gasp in relief as it passed through the arm of his violet form harmlessly. The psychic couldn't help but shudder at his opponent’s wild swings. What kind of berserk monster of a man fought like that? The phased priest got to his feet as Kenpachi stopped his savage slashes, having realised that his slender foe was unharmed by the assault.
Erik frantically scoured the arena for his lost sword. He relaxed as he spotted the discarded blade and recalled it with telekinesis. Deadpool, currently engaged in a battle of both blades and words with Dave, didn't seem to notice as the giant man approached him from behind. The psychic slipped out of his phased form and charged towards the shinigami, intensely focused on the mind of the beast. His eyes began to glow as he caught the man’s consciousness in the psionic grip.
“You style is whack, your rhymes are slack, you're gonna collapse when you take this attack.” Dave rhymed, spitting fire as he swung his sword.
“You call that a rhyme? I call it a crime. You wanna take me two-v-one, that's fine.” Deadpool rapped back as he caught Kenpachi approaching out of the corner of his eye.
The shinigami raised his zanpakuto menacingly, unphased by the fact that the mercenary had heard him, only to be interrupted by an ear-splitting scream directly behind him. The beast whipped around and brought his blade down with intent to maim the source of his irritation. There was, much to his surprise, no one there. Erik dashed around to the side of the distracted shinigami and slashed Mageslayer towards his flank. Kenpachi took the blow in stride, hardly even reacting to the strike.
“Our little ghost has come back to fight.” Kenpachi rumbled as his grin widened.
“Even if it means being cleaved in half, I'll not let you fight him two against one.” The psion called out valiantly as he tried his hardest to look resolute in the face of death. The grinning behemoth lunged towards his victim as his blade arced sideways. The noble narrowly avoided the massive blow with a hasty dodge. The frenzied, wild swings of the shinigami seemed random, but the New Babylonian could see a glimmer of aim beneath the storm of steel.
The psychic struggled to avoid swings that he could not predict, a few glancing blows were the reward for his efforts. He was disturbed by the fact that not only was each ‘glancing’ hit similar in strength to a normal man’s solid blow, but felt as if Kenpachi’s full strength wasn't behind it. It was only by the saving grace of his lack of pain that kept him standing. Desperate to escape the onslaught, the priest ducked under another powerful swing and slid between the beastly man’s legs.
“Uunn'gaelig, God of death, hear my prayer.” Erik chanted as the shinigami turned to face him and narrowly missed another swing. “Lend me a fraction of your power, and let the slow creep of decay claim this beast before me!”
Pale green energy coalesced in the Nippurian’s body as he pointed at the shinigami, his eyes flooded with that same blazing green light.
“Your body withers away,” the priest hissed as he cursed his foe.
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Erik engages Kenpachi, before phasing, pulling back and reengaging.
Erik used Mageslayer, phasing, telekinesis, Paracusia. Kenpachi used zanpakuto.
Using a full Atrophy on Kenpachi (-2 SP. 3/5 remaining.)
*The emperor of mankind yeets erik into a sun*
[Today 08:03 pm] Erik Vrell : Bruh
[Today 08:03 pm] The emperor of mankind : don't worship gods
[Today 08:03 pm] Erik Vrell : Bruh
[Today 08:03 pm] The emperor of mankind : don't worship gods