06-15-2018, 02:55 AM
Drifting from the thick heft of gravity and fog, the mage found himself surrounded by the sickly taste of blood and too often this was followed by death. The ferocious battle caused one of his opponents to giggle endlessly with laughter, which quickly turned into a thirsting, frothing chomp. It was followed by a playful wink and a cutesy “Surely you’re not worried I’m gonna manage to take a bite?” and the soft swish of air from the clown girl’s whirling bullets. This fresh frenzy of pain nudged him into action.
Waves of power radiated off of him and shards of stone around his feet began to disintegrate. A dark shadow cast over his eyes as his shoulders squared together. A glance to his ally allowed him peace of mind before the mage’s body thrust forward, dragging ditches into the squares below his feet. A ball of steel landed into Harley’s abdomen, yet when she’d expected a tsunami of force there had been none.
“Ha, you’re definitely not as strong as you look!” She snickered, “Bit disappointing.” as she whirled her twin pistols around, yet she was too late, Gildarts had sunk lower to a kneeling position and grabbed her ankle. There was a stomach-curling Crrrrrrrru- of bone before Harley was on the ground. She had a strange understanding of pain, for even when she winced at her ankle, there was still a malicious grin plastered on her face.
“The name of this competition isn’t to kill,” Gildarts announced in a deep tone, but then pronounced his words louder, at his partner, “It is to knock you out of the rink.”
Harley was still on the ground, this time she’d sent bullets sparking off of Gildarts’ empty leg. Then a volt of power hit her and the clown dragged backward with force, still laying horizontal her limp body stilled. She faced up, motionless as the dust settled. Her eyes were closed. Seemingly, she’d gone unconscious. Gildarts’ slow, creaking steps approached. One more blow, or even just a toss, should do it from here. He stooped down, exposing his torso and extending an arm.
“No! She’s awake!” Cerise’s shrill voice called, as she’d swung her blade and slashed off a flake of cloth, narrowly, she’d missed the entire arm that wielded the scythe.
Harley cackled as her eyes popped open, she sprung up like a jack-in-the-box and grappled his arm, taking his advice she used all of her weight to cause the one-legged prime to lose his balance. Teetering closer to the edge, the smiling girl took her chance to strike and instead of using her lethal pistols, she opted for the bat and smashed him yet again, upside the head.
“TIMMMMBERRRRR!” she cupped her free hand around her mouth and it left a smear of dark blood on her lips.
The mage however didn’t move more than a few inches, “I won’t be falling that easily,” his voice laced with glory, and his lips wore a grin that matched hers. Instantly, fear lit Harley’s eyes as she readied her bat again the man’s palm was a torch of light and it was aimed at her legs. Fishnets of blood hooked into her knees and cubed bits of the battleground below her. The pale woman fell into the shallow ditch of rubble and her eyes juggled her surroundings along with explosive ideas of how to escape.
Their small arena seemed even smaller now that the footing was uneven and blood drawn. Cerise seemed somehow affected by an enchantment that tickled the mage’s skin with foul menace. His attention was temporarily pulled from his loom over Ms. Quinn and he aligned his challenge on Jibril.
Cerise skidded as her treads slid over pebbles, Jibril's pulsating magic had pushed her back this far and Gildarts had set a gift of his own magic aimed at her enemy’s scythe. The clashing magic hissed as they collided and Gildarts shook off the sudden pang of lighter fluid burning his nose. Harley had tossed it from the pit she lay in and it landed squarely on his nose. In Quinn’s parted lips hung a cigarette slithering with smoke. “You’re gonna burn.”
The toss of the cigarette aimed at the mage’s face allowed the clown-girl to launch herself free and at the same time, empty the rest of her clip in his direction. Bullets are bent back and scattered hot into her skin as Harley bounces up through the air and collides into Jibril before falling yet again on the ground within bounds. Her now unlit cigarette tumbles in the air over her nose and falls over the cliff that her head hangs just over.
"Oh for that, you're gonna pay."
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Waves of power radiated off of him and shards of stone around his feet began to disintegrate. A dark shadow cast over his eyes as his shoulders squared together. A glance to his ally allowed him peace of mind before the mage’s body thrust forward, dragging ditches into the squares below his feet. A ball of steel landed into Harley’s abdomen, yet when she’d expected a tsunami of force there had been none.
“Ha, you’re definitely not as strong as you look!” She snickered, “Bit disappointing.” as she whirled her twin pistols around, yet she was too late, Gildarts had sunk lower to a kneeling position and grabbed her ankle. There was a stomach-curling Crrrrrrrru- of bone before Harley was on the ground. She had a strange understanding of pain, for even when she winced at her ankle, there was still a malicious grin plastered on her face.
“The name of this competition isn’t to kill,” Gildarts announced in a deep tone, but then pronounced his words louder, at his partner, “It is to knock you out of the rink.”
Harley was still on the ground, this time she’d sent bullets sparking off of Gildarts’ empty leg. Then a volt of power hit her and the clown dragged backward with force, still laying horizontal her limp body stilled. She faced up, motionless as the dust settled. Her eyes were closed. Seemingly, she’d gone unconscious. Gildarts’ slow, creaking steps approached. One more blow, or even just a toss, should do it from here. He stooped down, exposing his torso and extending an arm.
“No! She’s awake!” Cerise’s shrill voice called, as she’d swung her blade and slashed off a flake of cloth, narrowly, she’d missed the entire arm that wielded the scythe.
Harley cackled as her eyes popped open, she sprung up like a jack-in-the-box and grappled his arm, taking his advice she used all of her weight to cause the one-legged prime to lose his balance. Teetering closer to the edge, the smiling girl took her chance to strike and instead of using her lethal pistols, she opted for the bat and smashed him yet again, upside the head.
“TIMMMMBERRRRR!” she cupped her free hand around her mouth and it left a smear of dark blood on her lips.
The mage however didn’t move more than a few inches, “I won’t be falling that easily,” his voice laced with glory, and his lips wore a grin that matched hers. Instantly, fear lit Harley’s eyes as she readied her bat again the man’s palm was a torch of light and it was aimed at her legs. Fishnets of blood hooked into her knees and cubed bits of the battleground below her. The pale woman fell into the shallow ditch of rubble and her eyes juggled her surroundings along with explosive ideas of how to escape.
Their small arena seemed even smaller now that the footing was uneven and blood drawn. Cerise seemed somehow affected by an enchantment that tickled the mage’s skin with foul menace. His attention was temporarily pulled from his loom over Ms. Quinn and he aligned his challenge on Jibril.
Cerise skidded as her treads slid over pebbles, Jibril's pulsating magic had pushed her back this far and Gildarts had set a gift of his own magic aimed at her enemy’s scythe. The clashing magic hissed as they collided and Gildarts shook off the sudden pang of lighter fluid burning his nose. Harley had tossed it from the pit she lay in and it landed squarely on his nose. In Quinn’s parted lips hung a cigarette slithering with smoke. “You’re gonna burn.”
The toss of the cigarette aimed at the mage’s face allowed the clown-girl to launch herself free and at the same time, empty the rest of her clip in his direction. Bullets are bent back and scattered hot into her skin as Harley bounces up through the air and collides into Jibril before falling yet again on the ground within bounds. Her now unlit cigarette tumbles in the air over her nose and falls over the cliff that her head hangs just over.
"Oh for that, you're gonna pay."
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Quote:Gil used his T1 power up for 1/11 SP![/spoiler]
Harley used her pistols throughout the fight, was acroBATic, and then swung at already concussed Gil’s head.
Gildarts used detonate punch, and Crash!
Harley’s ankle is hurt.
Jibril used Murderous aura on Cerry.
Gildarts casts wall repelling Harley to collide with her ally, and her attempts at burning Gildarts’ hunk-ness off are thrown back with her.
I left on a cliff-hanger. #puns
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