06-19-2018, 06:45 AM
Erik’s stomach dropped as the shinigami brought his blade down, fear clutching his heart as he felt the sudden release of energy. The psychic had no innate ability to detect power, but he didn't need one to feel the sheer ferocity of Kenpachi’s blow. Beneath the fear, however, a spark of rage had been ignited within the priest.
“By what right does this beast call himself a god?” Erik thought to himself bitterly, oblivious to the sound of footsteps growing closer. “Such an insult cannot go unanswered.”
The psychic prepared himself to weather the colossal blow and tackle the beast with the power of his righteous wrath alone, but he didn't have to.
“Iconic moment!” Deadpool shouted as he flung himself between Erik and Kenpachi, shielding his partner from the devastating blast. The mercenary was hurled away by the raw power of the strike, his body barely holding itself together as its mutant regeneration kicked in.
“Deadpool!” Erik gasped as he rushed over to the spandex-clad antihero. Kenpachi grunted in obvious disappointment at the interception, moving in to continue his duel with the psychic. Deadpool slowly sat himself up and shakily grasped Erik’s hand with both of his own.
“Give it to me straight,” he choked, trying not to look down. “Am I ever gonna walk again?”
“You look fine.” Erik said, taking a moment to realise that Deadpool was playing another joke.
“You're a miracle worker!” Deadpool cried as he leapt to his feet, narrowly dodging a sword swing from Dave. Erik turned back to his own opponent, remembering his rage at the blasphemous shinigami. Kenpachi had a strange look on his face, a mixture of disappointment at his victim escaping his fate and excitement at the mercenary’s regeneration.
“This has turned out better than I expected.” Kenpachi grinned, bringing his massive blade to bear. “Come on, don't stop now! Make me work for this!”
“Do not presume yourself to be worthy of the title of god.” The priest spat venomously, his gaze attempting to burn a hole in the shinigami. “But if you want a challenge so badly, I shall oblige.”
Erik took a breath as he focused his mind, attempting to push aside the fatigue pervading his form. Psi flooded the psychic’s body as he chanted under his breath, sending a quiet prayer to his mad patron.
“Divine father Gal’skap, true lord of the mind, grant me just a spark of your blessed essence so I may smite this blasphemer in your name.” The priest whispered, channeling the psionic power as amethystine lightning exploded from his eyes. Unimpressed, Kenpachi fell upon his prey with a mammoth swing, before a shocked expression split his face as Mageslayer met his blade and turned the blow aside.
“Rejoice, heathen!” Erik roared towards the shinigami, violet sparks crackling across his form as he advanced towards the grinning beast. “Today you get to witness just a fraction of a fraction of the mad god’s power.”
“Now we’re talking!” Kenpachi bellowed back, his voice driven by excitement rather than rage. The smaller man summoned a psi blade to his empty hand, weaving a quick stab in between his parrying and striking when he saw an opening. The psychic’s strikes were surgical as he executed blow after parry after block, pushing the attack as much as he dared against his massive opponent. Despite the rise in strength, Erik couldn't hope to match Kenpachi’s enormous zanpakuto swing for swing, forcing him to rely on a more technical approach.
Before long, however, the fatigue that was already creeping into the psychic’s muscles began to wear him down, and he decided to take a different approach. Sheathing his sword and leaping back a few feet, Erik stared defiantly at his opponent, seemingly defenceless. Kenpachi hesitated a moment, uneasy about his foe’s decision to disarm himself, but nevertheless moved forward re-engage the priest. Beneath Erik’s tunic, rusted chains began to animate, hidden by the pitch-coloured fabric. As the shinigami came within striking distance of the psychic, half a dozen lengths of barbed steel erupted from the smaller man’s back.
“Interesting choice of weaponry.” Kenpachi grunted as the steel serpents lunged forward, each chain attempting to plunge its cruel blade into the shinigami’s exposed flesh. Two of the jagged daggers found their marks, twisting around each of the beast’s arms and binding them tight. The shinigami struggled like a caged beast in Erik’s iron grip, threatening to break the steel tendrils if given an inch.
“Hey! Doc Oc, watch out!” Deadpool cried as Dave ducked under the mercenary’s swing and rushed towards Erik, ready to give his partner that vital inch. Caledscratch found itself buried in the priest’s back, breaking his concentration just long enough for Kenpachi to take action. The chains binding the shinigami’s arms snapped like over taut string, whipping hurriedly back to their owner. Erik snapped around to face the knight of time, his face a mask of rage.
“Do not interrupt me.” The priest spat as he levelled an accusatory finger at the shade-wearing DJ, power gathering at the tip. “Feel you mind shatter, heathen!”
“By what right does this beast call himself a god?” Erik thought to himself bitterly, oblivious to the sound of footsteps growing closer. “Such an insult cannot go unanswered.”
The psychic prepared himself to weather the colossal blow and tackle the beast with the power of his righteous wrath alone, but he didn't have to.
“Iconic moment!” Deadpool shouted as he flung himself between Erik and Kenpachi, shielding his partner from the devastating blast. The mercenary was hurled away by the raw power of the strike, his body barely holding itself together as its mutant regeneration kicked in.
“Deadpool!” Erik gasped as he rushed over to the spandex-clad antihero. Kenpachi grunted in obvious disappointment at the interception, moving in to continue his duel with the psychic. Deadpool slowly sat himself up and shakily grasped Erik’s hand with both of his own.
“Give it to me straight,” he choked, trying not to look down. “Am I ever gonna walk again?”
“You look fine.” Erik said, taking a moment to realise that Deadpool was playing another joke.
“You're a miracle worker!” Deadpool cried as he leapt to his feet, narrowly dodging a sword swing from Dave. Erik turned back to his own opponent, remembering his rage at the blasphemous shinigami. Kenpachi had a strange look on his face, a mixture of disappointment at his victim escaping his fate and excitement at the mercenary’s regeneration.
“This has turned out better than I expected.” Kenpachi grinned, bringing his massive blade to bear. “Come on, don't stop now! Make me work for this!”
“Do not presume yourself to be worthy of the title of god.” The priest spat venomously, his gaze attempting to burn a hole in the shinigami. “But if you want a challenge so badly, I shall oblige.”
Erik took a breath as he focused his mind, attempting to push aside the fatigue pervading his form. Psi flooded the psychic’s body as he chanted under his breath, sending a quiet prayer to his mad patron.
“Divine father Gal’skap, true lord of the mind, grant me just a spark of your blessed essence so I may smite this blasphemer in your name.” The priest whispered, channeling the psionic power as amethystine lightning exploded from his eyes. Unimpressed, Kenpachi fell upon his prey with a mammoth swing, before a shocked expression split his face as Mageslayer met his blade and turned the blow aside.
“Rejoice, heathen!” Erik roared towards the shinigami, violet sparks crackling across his form as he advanced towards the grinning beast. “Today you get to witness just a fraction of a fraction of the mad god’s power.”
“Now we’re talking!” Kenpachi bellowed back, his voice driven by excitement rather than rage. The smaller man summoned a psi blade to his empty hand, weaving a quick stab in between his parrying and striking when he saw an opening. The psychic’s strikes were surgical as he executed blow after parry after block, pushing the attack as much as he dared against his massive opponent. Despite the rise in strength, Erik couldn't hope to match Kenpachi’s enormous zanpakuto swing for swing, forcing him to rely on a more technical approach.
Before long, however, the fatigue that was already creeping into the psychic’s muscles began to wear him down, and he decided to take a different approach. Sheathing his sword and leaping back a few feet, Erik stared defiantly at his opponent, seemingly defenceless. Kenpachi hesitated a moment, uneasy about his foe’s decision to disarm himself, but nevertheless moved forward re-engage the priest. Beneath Erik’s tunic, rusted chains began to animate, hidden by the pitch-coloured fabric. As the shinigami came within striking distance of the psychic, half a dozen lengths of barbed steel erupted from the smaller man’s back.
“Interesting choice of weaponry.” Kenpachi grunted as the steel serpents lunged forward, each chain attempting to plunge its cruel blade into the shinigami’s exposed flesh. Two of the jagged daggers found their marks, twisting around each of the beast’s arms and binding them tight. The shinigami struggled like a caged beast in Erik’s iron grip, threatening to break the steel tendrils if given an inch.
“Hey! Doc Oc, watch out!” Deadpool cried as Dave ducked under the mercenary’s swing and rushed towards Erik, ready to give his partner that vital inch. Caledscratch found itself buried in the priest’s back, breaking his concentration just long enough for Kenpachi to take action. The chains binding the shinigami’s arms snapped like over taut string, whipping hurriedly back to their owner. Erik snapped around to face the knight of time, his face a mask of rage.
“Do not interrupt me.” The priest spat as he levelled an accusatory finger at the shade-wearing DJ, power gathering at the tip. “Feel you mind shatter, heathen!”
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Deadpool used T2 super defense "Always Wear Protection, Kids!" to tank Kenpachi's super, (he has consented OOC) (-2 SP) 3/5 remaining.
Erik used Mageslayer, psi blade, false emperor's sting, psi overcharge for the round (-2 SP) and mindbreak on Dave (-1 SP). 0/5 SP remaining.
Dave used Caledscratch
Kenpachi used Zanpakutō
*The emperor of mankind yeets erik into a sun*
[Today 08:03 pm] Erik Vrell : Bruh
[Today 08:03 pm] The emperor of mankind : don't worship gods
[Today 08:03 pm] Erik Vrell : Bruh
[Today 08:03 pm] The emperor of mankind : don't worship gods