06-11-2018, 09:16 PM
The pit in Gilgamesh’s stomach tightened at the sight of this tremendous sea vessel. Letting out this tension with a pained sigh, a golden portal flickered to life next to Gilgamesh offering him one of his treasures. With a grunt, Gilgamesh pulled out a six-foot mirror decorated with gems rivalling the size of that mouse’s ridiculous head. Gil heaved the enormous mirror up to meet the ship. Instead of a rough impact, the King was met with the unpleasant sounds of screeching metal. The hull of the ship bent itself around the magical mirror, creating a person-sized hole for Gilgamesh to pass through. The remaining bits of metal crashed deafeningly into the floor before disappearing in a puff of cartoonish smoke.
Turning his head to the center of the crash he could see Mickey bent over catching his breath. Nearby the Mouse was Desman, bruised and writhing on the ground. Kanda, however, did not let Gilgamesh take advantage of Mickey’s exhaustion. The swordsman quickly dashed towards Gil, with an unsettling blue color coating his blade. Closing the gap between the two, Kanda swung in a pattern of three at the air, creating three crescent moons directed at the King. Gilgamesh simply raised his hand to create a purple barrier which easily ate the projectiles.
The King of Heroes’ face was clearly unamused, “Kanda, you will obey me. The Mouse is my opponent!” Kanda, however, had closed the distance by then, leaping into the air for an aerial strike. A series of swords and spears targeted Kanda; however, the swordsman was too nimble. In the air, the exorcist was able to use his skill and agility to parry and evade each weapon. Landing gracefully on his feet, Kanda raised his head to see an unhappy Gilgamesh.
“I obey no man here and you will not dismiss me.” Kanda retorted, his stoic face unmoved. Gil grit his teeth at this response, the exorcist was turning out to be quite the pest. With fire in his eyes, Gilgamesh summoned one of his own swords to challenge Kanda’s.
Kanda was about to stand up, instead falling into the sand. Behind him was a bruised Desman, smoke coming from his palms. The swordsman shot Desman a dirty glare which turned his coy smile into a smug grin. “Forgetting someone?” Desman said keeping the shit eating grin on his face.
Kanda’s wrathful look was calmed by a soothing presence. Turning his head, he saw Mickey extending his hand. Taking the help, Kanda got back onto his feet. Mickey, however then put his arm in front of the exorcist, blocking his path.
Mickey spoke up, his voice sounding defeated yet determined, “Fine Gilgamesh. Let’s play it your way.” With those words, Kanda shot his attention back to Desman who was ready to return some of the pain that had been dealt to him.
The Golden King, without hesitation, began to stride forward to meet the Mouse. He flourished his blade as he advanced, “Two long years, I have waited for this moment. Do you have any idea of what hell I went through to get back?” Coming face to face, Gilgamesh wasted no time, swinging his sword into Mickey’s keyblade. His blade trembled, filled with as much rage as he was.
Mickey’s demeanor was somber, but his words were laced with venom. “Apparently not enough,” the rodent seethed, pushing Gilgamesh’s blade off and butting the hilt of his blade into the King’s ribs. The attack had winded him, forcing him to his knees and leaving him gasping for air. “I guess you ended up kneeling first,” Mickey spoke, swinging the keyblade into Gilgamesh’s head. The force sent Gil sliding across the stadium, a large gash now present on the side of his head.
The King clutched his head, warm blood trailing down his cheek. Mickey walked towards him, frowning, with his bloody keyblade resting over his shoulder.
“It didn’t have to come to this, Gilgamesh,” Mickey mumbled. Suddenly, an array of glittering portals opened around the Mouse. Dark iron chains shot out of the gates and enveloped Mickey’s limbs, tightly constricting rather than they were pythons. Wobbling back onto his feet, Gilgamesh waved his hand, summoning a personal arsenal of weapons.
Baring bloodstained teeth, he spoke with absolute hatred in his voice, “Yes it did, Mick. You didn’t have to clean up skeletons of infants in your throne room.” Gilgamesh’s breathing slowed as he relived his first few moments back into the Omniverse. Breaking from this trance and looking at the bound rodent, he seethed, “Just because you don’t like violence, doesn’t mean you aren’t the villain.”
Gilgamesh jerked his head as Kanda burst in out of nowhere, slicing clean through Gil’s armor. Panicking and taking a few steps back, Gilgamesh fired several weapons aimed towards the exorcist’s direction.
“You fucking inbred mongrel,” the King instinctively hissed, his old habits bleeding into his speech. “You want to see what a fucking King is made of? Here! Taste my wrath!” Behind Gilgamesh, enough weapons to field an army had appeared, ready to flood Kanda.
Turning his head to the center of the crash he could see Mickey bent over catching his breath. Nearby the Mouse was Desman, bruised and writhing on the ground. Kanda, however, did not let Gilgamesh take advantage of Mickey’s exhaustion. The swordsman quickly dashed towards Gil, with an unsettling blue color coating his blade. Closing the gap between the two, Kanda swung in a pattern of three at the air, creating three crescent moons directed at the King. Gilgamesh simply raised his hand to create a purple barrier which easily ate the projectiles.
The King of Heroes’ face was clearly unamused, “Kanda, you will obey me. The Mouse is my opponent!” Kanda, however, had closed the distance by then, leaping into the air for an aerial strike. A series of swords and spears targeted Kanda; however, the swordsman was too nimble. In the air, the exorcist was able to use his skill and agility to parry and evade each weapon. Landing gracefully on his feet, Kanda raised his head to see an unhappy Gilgamesh.
“I obey no man here and you will not dismiss me.” Kanda retorted, his stoic face unmoved. Gil grit his teeth at this response, the exorcist was turning out to be quite the pest. With fire in his eyes, Gilgamesh summoned one of his own swords to challenge Kanda’s.
Kanda was about to stand up, instead falling into the sand. Behind him was a bruised Desman, smoke coming from his palms. The swordsman shot Desman a dirty glare which turned his coy smile into a smug grin. “Forgetting someone?” Desman said keeping the shit eating grin on his face.
Kanda’s wrathful look was calmed by a soothing presence. Turning his head, he saw Mickey extending his hand. Taking the help, Kanda got back onto his feet. Mickey, however then put his arm in front of the exorcist, blocking his path.
Mickey spoke up, his voice sounding defeated yet determined, “Fine Gilgamesh. Let’s play it your way.” With those words, Kanda shot his attention back to Desman who was ready to return some of the pain that had been dealt to him.
The Golden King, without hesitation, began to stride forward to meet the Mouse. He flourished his blade as he advanced, “Two long years, I have waited for this moment. Do you have any idea of what hell I went through to get back?” Coming face to face, Gilgamesh wasted no time, swinging his sword into Mickey’s keyblade. His blade trembled, filled with as much rage as he was.
Mickey’s demeanor was somber, but his words were laced with venom. “Apparently not enough,” the rodent seethed, pushing Gilgamesh’s blade off and butting the hilt of his blade into the King’s ribs. The attack had winded him, forcing him to his knees and leaving him gasping for air. “I guess you ended up kneeling first,” Mickey spoke, swinging the keyblade into Gilgamesh’s head. The force sent Gil sliding across the stadium, a large gash now present on the side of his head.
The King clutched his head, warm blood trailing down his cheek. Mickey walked towards him, frowning, with his bloody keyblade resting over his shoulder.
“It didn’t have to come to this, Gilgamesh,” Mickey mumbled. Suddenly, an array of glittering portals opened around the Mouse. Dark iron chains shot out of the gates and enveloped Mickey’s limbs, tightly constricting rather than they were pythons. Wobbling back onto his feet, Gilgamesh waved his hand, summoning a personal arsenal of weapons.
Baring bloodstained teeth, he spoke with absolute hatred in his voice, “Yes it did, Mick. You didn’t have to clean up skeletons of infants in your throne room.” Gilgamesh’s breathing slowed as he relived his first few moments back into the Omniverse. Breaking from this trance and looking at the bound rodent, he seethed, “Just because you don’t like violence, doesn’t mean you aren’t the villain.”
Gilgamesh jerked his head as Kanda burst in out of nowhere, slicing clean through Gil’s armor. Panicking and taking a few steps back, Gilgamesh fired several weapons aimed towards the exorcist’s direction.
“You fucking inbred mongrel,” the King instinctively hissed, his old habits bleeding into his speech. “You want to see what a fucking King is made of? Here! Taste my wrath!” Behind Gilgamesh, enough weapons to field an army had appeared, ready to flood Kanda.
Quote:Used T2 Defensive Mirror Mirror on the Wall and T1 Super Open the Gates.
I now have 4/7 SP left
850 words according to google docs