06-17-2018, 08:07 AM
"Hey dude, you okay?" Dane choked the words out, voice strained yet on the verge of laughter regardless. One hand shakily clutched his chest while the other assisted his shuffle-crawl towards Handsome Jack. Blood - it seemed - wasn't the best lubricant for sliding over the rough grating stone.
The chainsaw revved, but it was just background noise. It wasn't touching Dane, why should he care about it?
"I'm peachy," Jack spoke in complete deadpan after a few moments pause, then growled under his breath. "No. What does it look like? I have a freaking spike through my leg."
"Awesome," Dane nodded, relaxing as his chest began to stitch back up - much more rapidly than it would normally. His comment drew a look of disgust from the body double, who was about to open his mouth to complain before Dane spoke first. "Guess you won't mind if I take that."
Free shit, yo'.
Handsome Jack blinked, then frantically flailed his less-damaged limbs, grimacing in pain as it only made the machete saw more into his leg. "Wh-wh-whoa- no don't touch that!"
Caring little about the resistance, Dane swiftly reached out and grasped the handle, firing out his spell in perfect sync with the moment of contact. Steel flickered out of existence, revealing Jack's blood-splattered bone. Only a fine mist of moisture and blood remained to outline Dane's former presence as the spacial warp sightlessly consumed him and the weapon.
Let's make it quick.
Head spinning, he materialised behind Jason and jerked his arm up and to the side, spiralling away with all the force he could muster - strength trumping precision. Already positioned with the sharp blade wedged under the man's hulking neck, metal dug in, slicing along its arc and digging out a thin chunk of cartilage and gore.
Rather than the coughing, spluttering, and choking Dane had hoped for, his efforts were rewarded with an impossibly fast chainsaw strike. Grinding saw-teeth span ever-close to his midsection as Jason effortlessly pivoted around, yet the attack initially fell short from Dane's preemptive retreat - only for another near-instant swing to follow, hacking up under his weapon-less arm.
It was a seemingly smooth motion, but the cacophonic resonance of crushing metal could be felt through even the furthest of Dane's bones for moments after the powered weapon carved clean. Despite the shaky tremors, his sword arm deftly twisted to his defence, thrusting forward and drawing Jason's attention for precious milliseconds.
All the time he needed.
Travelling faster than his propelled blade, cells rippled, shooting outwards and filling the space left by Dane's disembodied arm. Curling, his new fingers clutched the bicep of his old limb before it could touch the ground. Fresh muscles began to tense from their moment of creation as Dane rolled his shoulder, jerking the machete back and swinging his improvised club over the top. With a meaty smack, the still-warm palm slapped Jason's mask, slowly draping down the chipped grimy surface.
Shocked or confused rather than harmed, the beast recoiled and shook his head from side to side, clearing his vision from the fleshy obstruction while wildly pushing the chainsaw out.
Light on his feet, Dane hopped back, bringing his extra arm with him and effortlessly evading the attack.
A symphony of gunshots rang out, clashing with the chainsaw engine for dominance over the audible composition. Two shotguns, and two Jacks, one helping the other manage the recoil.
Throat stitching together, Jason's eyes bore into Dane as if to threaten him into abstinence from assisting his teammate, but the glare merely rolled off the battlemage's impregnable nerves - or uncaring mindset.
Jokingly holding his dead hand up to his face, Dane forced a yawn to mask his panting, flapping the limp joints about to fan his breathing.
Admittedly, that was kinda fun.
Aaahhh heck. Fuck it.
Deciding not to let the opportunity go to waste, Dane's pose suddenly shifted. Knees bent, he pounced forwards before Jason could prioritise a target, closing the gap swiftly. His armed wrist flicked up, but he disappeared just as their blades would have clashed, teleporting to the other side of his opponent to thrust the machete down into the back of his foe's knee.
The steel bounced off, barely scraping Jason. The weak attack, however, was accompanied with the satisfyingly loud clash of Dane's other arm - which he had flung slightly upward during the teleport - colliding with Jason's face with all the momentum of his sprint behind it. Ultimately useless, but amusing. It landed side-on, with the inner elbow whacking Jason's jaw and bending the arm around his neck like a scarf... until it fell off seconds later, only to be annihilated by the running chainsaw.
Darn, I forgot to make a pun.
Utilising the distraction, Dane slunk back, skulking within the guise of his stealth while the Jacks unloaded shot after shot.
The chainsaw revved, but it was just background noise. It wasn't touching Dane, why should he care about it?
"I'm peachy," Jack spoke in complete deadpan after a few moments pause, then growled under his breath. "No. What does it look like? I have a freaking spike through my leg."
"Awesome," Dane nodded, relaxing as his chest began to stitch back up - much more rapidly than it would normally. His comment drew a look of disgust from the body double, who was about to open his mouth to complain before Dane spoke first. "Guess you won't mind if I take that."
Free shit, yo'.
Handsome Jack blinked, then frantically flailed his less-damaged limbs, grimacing in pain as it only made the machete saw more into his leg. "Wh-wh-whoa- no don't touch that!"
Caring little about the resistance, Dane swiftly reached out and grasped the handle, firing out his spell in perfect sync with the moment of contact. Steel flickered out of existence, revealing Jack's blood-splattered bone. Only a fine mist of moisture and blood remained to outline Dane's former presence as the spacial warp sightlessly consumed him and the weapon.
Let's make it quick.
Head spinning, he materialised behind Jason and jerked his arm up and to the side, spiralling away with all the force he could muster - strength trumping precision. Already positioned with the sharp blade wedged under the man's hulking neck, metal dug in, slicing along its arc and digging out a thin chunk of cartilage and gore.
Rather than the coughing, spluttering, and choking Dane had hoped for, his efforts were rewarded with an impossibly fast chainsaw strike. Grinding saw-teeth span ever-close to his midsection as Jason effortlessly pivoted around, yet the attack initially fell short from Dane's preemptive retreat - only for another near-instant swing to follow, hacking up under his weapon-less arm.
It was a seemingly smooth motion, but the cacophonic resonance of crushing metal could be felt through even the furthest of Dane's bones for moments after the powered weapon carved clean. Despite the shaky tremors, his sword arm deftly twisted to his defence, thrusting forward and drawing Jason's attention for precious milliseconds.
All the time he needed.
Travelling faster than his propelled blade, cells rippled, shooting outwards and filling the space left by Dane's disembodied arm. Curling, his new fingers clutched the bicep of his old limb before it could touch the ground. Fresh muscles began to tense from their moment of creation as Dane rolled his shoulder, jerking the machete back and swinging his improvised club over the top. With a meaty smack, the still-warm palm slapped Jason's mask, slowly draping down the chipped grimy surface.
Shocked or confused rather than harmed, the beast recoiled and shook his head from side to side, clearing his vision from the fleshy obstruction while wildly pushing the chainsaw out.
Light on his feet, Dane hopped back, bringing his extra arm with him and effortlessly evading the attack.
A symphony of gunshots rang out, clashing with the chainsaw engine for dominance over the audible composition. Two shotguns, and two Jacks, one helping the other manage the recoil.
Throat stitching together, Jason's eyes bore into Dane as if to threaten him into abstinence from assisting his teammate, but the glare merely rolled off the battlemage's impregnable nerves - or uncaring mindset.
Jokingly holding his dead hand up to his face, Dane forced a yawn to mask his panting, flapping the limp joints about to fan his breathing.
Admittedly, that was kinda fun.
Aaahhh heck. Fuck it.
Deciding not to let the opportunity go to waste, Dane's pose suddenly shifted. Knees bent, he pounced forwards before Jason could prioritise a target, closing the gap swiftly. His armed wrist flicked up, but he disappeared just as their blades would have clashed, teleporting to the other side of his opponent to thrust the machete down into the back of his foe's knee.
The steel bounced off, barely scraping Jason. The weak attack, however, was accompanied with the satisfyingly loud clash of Dane's other arm - which he had flung slightly upward during the teleport - colliding with Jason's face with all the momentum of his sprint behind it. Ultimately useless, but amusing. It landed side-on, with the inner elbow whacking Jason's jaw and bending the arm around his neck like a scarf... until it fell off seconds later, only to be annihilated by the running chainsaw.
Darn, I forgot to make a pun.
Utilising the distraction, Dane slunk back, skulking within the guise of his stealth while the Jacks unloaded shot after shot.
Quote:806 words. Dane is spending all 6sp on regen to heal 18hp over the course of this post (0/6 sp remaining). He should be on roughly full health at the end of this post (but still fatigued and begrudgingly fighting like the lazy apathetic shit he is). Dane used his 5/0/6/1 alt form to hurt Jason at the start before switching back to the usual 1/2/3/6 (about when he lost his arm). Dane ended the post stealthed and armed with a machete (but will jump back in whenever).
Thanks for the free weapon Mr. Storyteller, even if it's incidental and shiz. Dane will use his actual swords at some point this DA, I swear.