06-12-2018, 04:03 PM
Sasuke and Serraph. A kid and a topless pretty boy… or possibly a girl with negligible assets and some serious exhibitionist tendencies. Even seeing him without a shirt, I’m still having trouble convincing myself that the cute chick I met briefly during the preshow is actually male. More importantly, though; both he and his partner are shockingly fast. Far faster than should even be possible for a human being. Gods damned speed magic.
Hardly more than a few seconds after the fight has begun, I’m struggling not to panic as the black-haired brat repeatedly plants his knee in my face. Then, before I can even get a chance to lay my hands on him to tear him off, he’s moved again, and I find myself booted high in the air. I make a noise somewhere between a growl and a whimper; overcome by both impotent rage and utter confusion. I’m a Prime too, so why do I feel so powerless to stop him?
And then I explode.
A sizzling noise, a boom, a searing pain on my back, and I’m sent rocketing down from within a rapidly expanding cloud of acrid, grey smoke—my body wreathed in golden flame—to slam face-first into the stone platform on which we fight. Crack.
My fires flare up, brighter than ever, but that noise—along with the lance of white-hot pain which has lodged itself in the centre of my head—tells me that my Protections haven’t been enough to keep my nose from breaking on impact. With the wind knocked out of me as well by the force of my landing, I struggle up onto all fours, groaning and gasping for breath, as blood pours over my lips and down my chin. I blink furiously to try and rid myself of the glowing afterimages of my own (perhaps poorly thought out) defensive enchantment.
After my vision has cleared and I can breathe again, I see that Sasuke isn’t even taking advantage of my predicament. He just stands by my side, smirking condescendingly as he waits for me to recover. His building anger of moments before is seemingly forgotten, swept aside by the joy of success… or perhaps by the hilarity of facing such a feeble opponent.
If I can only keep him still for a moment, though, I'll be able to summon another javelin and plant its point in his gut. That’ll be sure to wipe the grin from his face. I make a grab for him.
But, of course, it is not to be. At this point, the kid might well just be toying with me to give the viewers some entertainment before he ends this. He moves faster than my eyes can follow, his foot striking my nose, twisting the broken cartilage agonisingly to one side and sending me tumbling away with a high-pitched wail.
I bump up against something, coming to a stop. Blinking tears of pain from my eyes, I realise that I'm leaning against Serraph's leg, while Eternity hovers nearby. Both of them gaze down at me, slightly surprised by the intrusion. Each has accumulated a few cuts, the foe more so than the fairy. At least one member of our duo is pulling their weight.
The man’s blood is black, I notice, and… is that a hole in his chest? Oddly enough, these inhuman qualities don’t really do anything to detract from his looks, despite their strangeness. Insanely, given the situation I’m in, I find myself focusing for a moment on how attractive he is. Effeminate as fuck, of course, but all the cuter for it.
Suddenly, my partner darts higher up into the air and waves her wings, sending scales cascading swiftly down at Sasuke, as he dashes our way. Batting a couple of the shimmering shards out of the air with one bare hand—apparently agile enough to avoid touching their blade-like edges even when moving at high speed—the kid dodges the rest. Then comes to a sudden halt, wincing.
One of them has sheared through his right ear, which now bleeds profusely. He reaches up to touch it, scowling.
“Not so fast as you thought, huh?” I taunt, giving him a broad grin, before spitting out some blood which has run into my mouth.
He looks at me like I’m a piece of dog shit on the bottom of his shoe, then turns to his ally, “Serraph, squash the bug. I’ll finish this one.”
“Right.” nodding, the man spreads his arms and, alarmingly, begins to rise up into the air.
He can fly too? Fuck!
I lash out with my left hand and manage to snag his right ankle, thank Gilgamesh.
Air superiority is just about the only thing we’ve got going for us here, so even if it means getting pummelled relentlessly by both of these two at once, I’ve got to do whatever I can to keep Serraph on the ground, so that my fairy friend can keep raining death down upon them unimpeded.
“Burn him,” I cry, baring my blood-soaked teeth in a vicious snarl directed at the blond man, as our eyes meet, “Bahaal!”
Hardly more than a few seconds after the fight has begun, I’m struggling not to panic as the black-haired brat repeatedly plants his knee in my face. Then, before I can even get a chance to lay my hands on him to tear him off, he’s moved again, and I find myself booted high in the air. I make a noise somewhere between a growl and a whimper; overcome by both impotent rage and utter confusion. I’m a Prime too, so why do I feel so powerless to stop him?
And then I explode.
A sizzling noise, a boom, a searing pain on my back, and I’m sent rocketing down from within a rapidly expanding cloud of acrid, grey smoke—my body wreathed in golden flame—to slam face-first into the stone platform on which we fight. Crack.
My fires flare up, brighter than ever, but that noise—along with the lance of white-hot pain which has lodged itself in the centre of my head—tells me that my Protections haven’t been enough to keep my nose from breaking on impact. With the wind knocked out of me as well by the force of my landing, I struggle up onto all fours, groaning and gasping for breath, as blood pours over my lips and down my chin. I blink furiously to try and rid myself of the glowing afterimages of my own (perhaps poorly thought out) defensive enchantment.
After my vision has cleared and I can breathe again, I see that Sasuke isn’t even taking advantage of my predicament. He just stands by my side, smirking condescendingly as he waits for me to recover. His building anger of moments before is seemingly forgotten, swept aside by the joy of success… or perhaps by the hilarity of facing such a feeble opponent.
If I can only keep him still for a moment, though, I'll be able to summon another javelin and plant its point in his gut. That’ll be sure to wipe the grin from his face. I make a grab for him.
But, of course, it is not to be. At this point, the kid might well just be toying with me to give the viewers some entertainment before he ends this. He moves faster than my eyes can follow, his foot striking my nose, twisting the broken cartilage agonisingly to one side and sending me tumbling away with a high-pitched wail.
I bump up against something, coming to a stop. Blinking tears of pain from my eyes, I realise that I'm leaning against Serraph's leg, while Eternity hovers nearby. Both of them gaze down at me, slightly surprised by the intrusion. Each has accumulated a few cuts, the foe more so than the fairy. At least one member of our duo is pulling their weight.
The man’s blood is black, I notice, and… is that a hole in his chest? Oddly enough, these inhuman qualities don’t really do anything to detract from his looks, despite their strangeness. Insanely, given the situation I’m in, I find myself focusing for a moment on how attractive he is. Effeminate as fuck, of course, but all the cuter for it.
Suddenly, my partner darts higher up into the air and waves her wings, sending scales cascading swiftly down at Sasuke, as he dashes our way. Batting a couple of the shimmering shards out of the air with one bare hand—apparently agile enough to avoid touching their blade-like edges even when moving at high speed—the kid dodges the rest. Then comes to a sudden halt, wincing.
One of them has sheared through his right ear, which now bleeds profusely. He reaches up to touch it, scowling.
“Not so fast as you thought, huh?” I taunt, giving him a broad grin, before spitting out some blood which has run into my mouth.
He looks at me like I’m a piece of dog shit on the bottom of his shoe, then turns to his ally, “Serraph, squash the bug. I’ll finish this one.”
“Right.” nodding, the man spreads his arms and, alarmingly, begins to rise up into the air.
He can fly too? Fuck!
I lash out with my left hand and manage to snag his right ankle, thank Gilgamesh.
Air superiority is just about the only thing we’ve got going for us here, so even if it means getting pummelled relentlessly by both of these two at once, I’ve got to do whatever I can to keep Serraph on the ground, so that my fairy friend can keep raining death down upon them unimpeded.
“Burn him,” I cry, baring my blood-soaked teeth in a vicious snarl directed at the blond man, as our eyes meet, “Bahaal!”
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Abilities Used
Sasuke - Explosive Tag (overlap with previous post)
Eternity - Danmaku Scales
Serraph - Mimic, then Flight
Ahana - “Bahaal”: The Fires that Devour Nearby Matter; Restorations of the Golden Conflagration! plus Offensive Command Word: “Bahaal” (only Serraph is in range) and Advanced Regeneration (using 1 SP to heal her broken nose).
SP Remaining: 2/4
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