06-12-2018, 04:15 AM
"So... Uhh... Now might be a good time to mention I kinda forgot my swords." Dane grinned regardless, chuckling genuinely without a hint of the implied nervousness laced through his naturally smug yet apathetic voice. Subtly, he swayed from side to side, a yawn almost reaching his lips as if to silently say 'do I have to?'
Shouldn't we be worried?
Nah.
"Great, kiddo!" Handsome Jack nodded confidently yet dismissively, lacking concern for his partner's limited arsenal and delivering a firm slap to Dane's back. His arm lingered uncomfortably, wiping off some of the sticky soda off his palm. "Just keep your plank of wood between me and the big guy."
With a brief flicker, Dane teleported a metre to the side, leaving a shadowy afterimage of Pepsi vapours in his wake. "Sounds like a plan, I guess." Gracefully, he rolled his shield off his back and toyed with the straps for a second, all while a large metal gun fizzled into Jack's hands from a cloud of pixels.
Should be easy enough.
-wait fuck.
Displaying genuine haste, Dane swiftly crouched and kicked off to the side, biting his lip in the short moment of angst. Like a startled cat, he sprung high, using his newfound distance to examine the cause of his instinctive dodge.
How did he...?
An impossibly fast cleaver had carved through the air, slicing a thin line across Dane's already-torn shirt as he twisted away. The swordless swordsman's gut churned, subconsciously clenching from how close he was to being disembowelled. Before he could reach the floor, a laugh escaped his mouth nonetheless, the sheer absurdity of such a novice mistake on his part.
He didn't have much time to contemplate how exactly Jason had flanked him so smoothly as a loud bang rang out followed by an ever-present ringing. Metal pellets exploded into the killer's chest and the area all around, pinging off his mask like high-speed droplets of rain.
Landing in a crouch behind his teammate and greeted with yet another crashing wave of sound, Dane stumbled.
"Argh. What did I literally just say?"
Something about wood or something.
'eeeeeeeeeeeeeee...'
The ringing didn't let up, shifting into a dull continual high pitched whine.
Still wobbly on his feet, barely paying attention to the gruff sticky hand as it pushed against his back, he was brought face-to-face with the machete guy. "Go get 'em, dude."
Dane blinked, puffing air up out his mouth to shift his hair away from his eyes. "Yeah, I'm really not-" Hairs tingled along his arms, goosebumps bristled down his spin, without thinking Dane shifted his feet and jerked his shield arm up to meet the forceful blade. Sawdust, splinters, and fragmented bolts spewed from the glancing gash in the makeshift equipment. A twist of his arm at the last moment saved his limb, forcing him to bend his legs under the strain of attempting to deflect the powerful cleave to the side, yet the manoeuvre left him open to a powerful punch to the gut.
Coughing and spluttering as harsh leather-clad knuckles twisted into his solar plexus, Dane tried to take half a step back, only to realise he was somehow on the edge of the platform. Thinking quickly, he punched, using his shield arm to drive the half-torn board of wood into Jason's throat.
While not choking, the beastly man reeled long enough for Dane to throw himself to the side, acting as his body told him rather than planning consciously on his own.
Machete raised and ready to pursue-
"Bye-bye, motherfucker." Dane could barely see Handsome Jack smirking out the corner of his eye before another shockwave tumbled through his tired skull.
Sssss-BOOM!
Jason barely budged an inch. Multiple shallow and now-chared small bullet wounds still littered his chest, but over the passing seconds of stunned silence - at least, Dane thought it was silence - his skin puckered, spitting out shards of metal as it slowly began to knit itself together.
Dane took a long deep breath, ending it with an appropriately sized sigh. "Yeah. Not feeling it, buddy," he announced between pants, not speaking to anyone in particular. "It just feels like work, y'know? Too much effort."
Involuntarily, his heart thudded in his chest nonetheless, adrenaline pumping through his blood. His alert muscles twitched, their heightened reactions wasted in the moment of respite, always jumping slightly with every single harsh thudding step Jason made, mini-shockwaves reverberating through both the stone tiles and his bones.
Waiiit...
His eyes scanned over the small arena. Just him and the machete-wielder.
Hey, where'd the other guy go?
Shouldn't we be worried?
Nah.
"Great, kiddo!" Handsome Jack nodded confidently yet dismissively, lacking concern for his partner's limited arsenal and delivering a firm slap to Dane's back. His arm lingered uncomfortably, wiping off some of the sticky soda off his palm. "Just keep your plank of wood between me and the big guy."
With a brief flicker, Dane teleported a metre to the side, leaving a shadowy afterimage of Pepsi vapours in his wake. "Sounds like a plan, I guess." Gracefully, he rolled his shield off his back and toyed with the straps for a second, all while a large metal gun fizzled into Jack's hands from a cloud of pixels.
Should be easy enough.
-wait fuck.
Displaying genuine haste, Dane swiftly crouched and kicked off to the side, biting his lip in the short moment of angst. Like a startled cat, he sprung high, using his newfound distance to examine the cause of his instinctive dodge.
How did he...?
An impossibly fast cleaver had carved through the air, slicing a thin line across Dane's already-torn shirt as he twisted away. The swordless swordsman's gut churned, subconsciously clenching from how close he was to being disembowelled. Before he could reach the floor, a laugh escaped his mouth nonetheless, the sheer absurdity of such a novice mistake on his part.
He didn't have much time to contemplate how exactly Jason had flanked him so smoothly as a loud bang rang out followed by an ever-present ringing. Metal pellets exploded into the killer's chest and the area all around, pinging off his mask like high-speed droplets of rain.
Landing in a crouch behind his teammate and greeted with yet another crashing wave of sound, Dane stumbled.
"Argh. What did I literally just say?"
Something about wood or something.
'eeeeeeeeeeeeeee...'
The ringing didn't let up, shifting into a dull continual high pitched whine.
Still wobbly on his feet, barely paying attention to the gruff sticky hand as it pushed against his back, he was brought face-to-face with the machete guy. "Go get 'em, dude."
Dane blinked, puffing air up out his mouth to shift his hair away from his eyes. "Yeah, I'm really not-" Hairs tingled along his arms, goosebumps bristled down his spin, without thinking Dane shifted his feet and jerked his shield arm up to meet the forceful blade. Sawdust, splinters, and fragmented bolts spewed from the glancing gash in the makeshift equipment. A twist of his arm at the last moment saved his limb, forcing him to bend his legs under the strain of attempting to deflect the powerful cleave to the side, yet the manoeuvre left him open to a powerful punch to the gut.
Coughing and spluttering as harsh leather-clad knuckles twisted into his solar plexus, Dane tried to take half a step back, only to realise he was somehow on the edge of the platform. Thinking quickly, he punched, using his shield arm to drive the half-torn board of wood into Jason's throat.
While not choking, the beastly man reeled long enough for Dane to throw himself to the side, acting as his body told him rather than planning consciously on his own.
Machete raised and ready to pursue-
"Bye-bye, motherfucker." Dane could barely see Handsome Jack smirking out the corner of his eye before another shockwave tumbled through his tired skull.
Sssss-BOOM!
Jason barely budged an inch. Multiple shallow and now-chared small bullet wounds still littered his chest, but over the passing seconds of stunned silence - at least, Dane thought it was silence - his skin puckered, spitting out shards of metal as it slowly began to knit itself together.
Dane took a long deep breath, ending it with an appropriately sized sigh. "Yeah. Not feeling it, buddy," he announced between pants, not speaking to anyone in particular. "It just feels like work, y'know? Too much effort."
Involuntarily, his heart thudded in his chest nonetheless, adrenaline pumping through his blood. His alert muscles twitched, their heightened reactions wasted in the moment of respite, always jumping slightly with every single harsh thudding step Jason made, mini-shockwaves reverberating through both the stone tiles and his bones.
Waiiit...
His eyes scanned over the small arena. Just him and the machete-wielder.
Hey, where'd the other guy go?
Quote:I haven't watched Friday the 13th pls don't hate me scary movies r scary. Mostly relying on this and google-fu: http://fridaythe13th.wikia.com/wiki/Jaso..._abilities
764 words. Didn't use any SP. Dane is too busy being dumb and unmotivated, but being tricksie enough with foresight and such to avoid getting too hurt so far - although his chest probably hurts. Dane only used his base form, so 1/2/3/6.
Jack did use 1/4 of his Thot Potatos, however. And also ends the post stealthed (utilising the grenade to get out of sight, mostly).