06-15-2018, 04:26 AM
The boy laid on the ground, coughing up enough blood to make a human feel dizzy. ‘That’s not good…’ His mind told him, as he slowly got up ‘I might have held back a little too long…’ as soon as Des was able to get to two feet only, his knee gave out sending him back to the ground. ‘Okay…maybe a lot too long…’ At least I have adequate data… not that it would help much.
The stone area was too small and plain, forcing Desman to use close combat as the primary fighting style, erratically moving his weapon as he sized up his opponents, instead of hiding behind cover and placing timed strikes like he’s used to. To say this field put him at a disadvantage, especially against such skilled swordsmen, was an understatement. Saying it was an understatement was an understatement. But still, the male wasn’t going to give up that easily, not without trying every option.
That’s when the rest of the fighters caught his attention, his blonde ‘friend’ tied down by mickey as the samurai looking guy punched his face in. While it would've been a delight to sit there and watch, he needed the big guy or there was no way he would win this.
Without hesitation, portals appeared next to both opponents, this time a dimly lit grey instead of the blinding gold of the King’s. Out of these came a small barrage of assorted weapons, hitting both targets with enough force or annoyance to back away from their primary target.
Before either of them could serve back the pain to the wrong owner, a streak of red came along and snagged him, pulling the jerk like a ragdoll across the ground.
“Unhand me this moment child!” The man roared angrily, slapping the annoying boy away to get up.
“That’s… someway… to *cough* treat your rescuer.” Desman managed to weaze out before his semi-opaque manafashion of the carpet gave out, dumping him on to the floor with a thud.
“I don’t need to be rescued, especially not by pitiful child that grovels and runs away instead of fight.”
The red head shakaly got up, both him and Gilgamesh assuming that he would fall back down multiple times. Somehow he managed to stay upright. “I may be a child, but you need to grow up.”
Before the spoiled king could come back with a response, Desman had already rushed off towards their shared opponents.
In his left hand appeared his cutlass, it’s curved blade and handle familiar to him, despite never remembering where he sure the blade, it’s design seemed special to him, like a familiar and comforting thing in a world with with none. Just like…
His guard dropped as his mind took him in a direction he didn’t want it to go, a dark place without light, now that the last constant light he had had faded away.
Both mouse and man were confused when the male ran past without striking. But only one of them took the opportunity that had presented itself. While mickey hesitated due to recognizing the emotions in the redhead's eyes, Yu sent a blow to the poor man’s back, another cough of blood existing the mouth as he fell.
“Anything to say for yourself fool?” Kanda question, his blade havoring right next to the man’s throat.
“P-please just… just end me.” Desman sighed, his voice full of sorrow, hurt, and defeat. Not just defeat for the match, a defeat for everything.
“Pitiful child, pretending to be a man of war. I will fulfill your request, but only because death is the only thing people without honor like you deserve.” Up went the blue sword, it’s owner readying the strike for where on the neck not would be most painful, before swinging the weapon down in a quick, effortless, and dedicated motion.
Desman woke up, his surroundings black and devoid of motion, life, anything to signify the universe was still there. Only one thing could stand out in this darkness, and there it was, a light, it was so familiar. “I’m… I’m a dead?” Desman asked, before the light replied. Even without being it was saying, the voice was also familiar, and beautiful, given by angel who had too much of one. There was no mistaking it, it was…
“NO!” The female yelled. “Don’t come any closer. You have to fight the darkness, you can’t let it-” The voice, and the light, was gone as quickly as she appeared. Instead, a deeper voice talked to him.
“Pitiful children pretending their adults, always wanting the other to be happy. If I don’t want that interfering in my puppetry of you, looks like I’ll have to let you sit out for a while and think about your actions.
As the sword came down, Desman caught it in his exposed hand, blood oozing down to the tip of the sword, then sputtering everywhere as it’s master took up a defensive position.
“A knight and 2 kings… such fitting opponents for a chess master.”
The stone area was too small and plain, forcing Desman to use close combat as the primary fighting style, erratically moving his weapon as he sized up his opponents, instead of hiding behind cover and placing timed strikes like he’s used to. To say this field put him at a disadvantage, especially against such skilled swordsmen, was an understatement. Saying it was an understatement was an understatement. But still, the male wasn’t going to give up that easily, not without trying every option.
That’s when the rest of the fighters caught his attention, his blonde ‘friend’ tied down by mickey as the samurai looking guy punched his face in. While it would've been a delight to sit there and watch, he needed the big guy or there was no way he would win this.
Without hesitation, portals appeared next to both opponents, this time a dimly lit grey instead of the blinding gold of the King’s. Out of these came a small barrage of assorted weapons, hitting both targets with enough force or annoyance to back away from their primary target.
Before either of them could serve back the pain to the wrong owner, a streak of red came along and snagged him, pulling the jerk like a ragdoll across the ground.
“Unhand me this moment child!” The man roared angrily, slapping the annoying boy away to get up.
“That’s… someway… to *cough* treat your rescuer.” Desman managed to weaze out before his semi-opaque manafashion of the carpet gave out, dumping him on to the floor with a thud.
“I don’t need to be rescued, especially not by pitiful child that grovels and runs away instead of fight.”
The red head shakaly got up, both him and Gilgamesh assuming that he would fall back down multiple times. Somehow he managed to stay upright. “I may be a child, but you need to grow up.”
Before the spoiled king could come back with a response, Desman had already rushed off towards their shared opponents.
In his left hand appeared his cutlass, it’s curved blade and handle familiar to him, despite never remembering where he sure the blade, it’s design seemed special to him, like a familiar and comforting thing in a world with with none. Just like…
His guard dropped as his mind took him in a direction he didn’t want it to go, a dark place without light, now that the last constant light he had had faded away.
Both mouse and man were confused when the male ran past without striking. But only one of them took the opportunity that had presented itself. While mickey hesitated due to recognizing the emotions in the redhead's eyes, Yu sent a blow to the poor man’s back, another cough of blood existing the mouth as he fell.
“Anything to say for yourself fool?” Kanda question, his blade havoring right next to the man’s throat.
“P-please just… just end me.” Desman sighed, his voice full of sorrow, hurt, and defeat. Not just defeat for the match, a defeat for everything.
“Pitiful child, pretending to be a man of war. I will fulfill your request, but only because death is the only thing people without honor like you deserve.” Up went the blue sword, it’s owner readying the strike for where on the neck not would be most painful, before swinging the weapon down in a quick, effortless, and dedicated motion.
Desman woke up, his surroundings black and devoid of motion, life, anything to signify the universe was still there. Only one thing could stand out in this darkness, and there it was, a light, it was so familiar. “I’m… I’m a dead?” Desman asked, before the light replied. Even without being it was saying, the voice was also familiar, and beautiful, given by angel who had too much of one. There was no mistaking it, it was…
“NO!” The female yelled. “Don’t come any closer. You have to fight the darkness, you can’t let it-” The voice, and the light, was gone as quickly as she appeared. Instead, a deeper voice talked to him.
“Pitiful children pretending their adults, always wanting the other to be happy. If I don’t want that interfering in my puppetry of you, looks like I’ll have to let you sit out for a while and think about your actions.
As the sword came down, Desman caught it in his exposed hand, blood oozing down to the tip of the sword, then sputtering everywhere as it’s master took up a defensive position.
“A knight and 2 kings… such fitting opponents for a chess master.”
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Yuuka Kazami
es is like that one meme like... "How many levels of Omniverse are you on?"Revan Noctis : Desman what are you currently doing in the omniverse?
Desman Black: I'm faking an engagement to a sex deamon to stop two samurai I accidently summoned whipping them in half, while also trying to stop them from doing the same thing to my best freind who is currently having relations with said deamon, and wh has now accidently summoned his previous girlfreind. So you know... normal stuff