06-19-2018, 01:53 PM
“Ow… dammit.” I groan softly, as the kid turns his back on me and addresses a Syntech recording device, demanding a better fight. I’m not sure where he fits into our king’s retinue exactly, but it would seem that my initial assumption when I saw their names back during the Preshow was utterly mistaken; both of my foes here are Nippurians, not neither.
As such, for our faction’s sake, it might be for the best if they won. More chance for New Babylon as a whole to get further, after all.
But fuck that.
I rise on shaking limbs, my teeth bared in a snarl. Where that blinding, ruby light scorched them, my clothes are charred black—barely holding together, in fact—and my skin has turned a raw, angry shade of red. My everything hurts.
My pride included. Even though he’s facing away from me, I’m not fooled; I know I won’t be able to touch Sasuke, no matter how quickly I strike.
“Aah!” as if I needed any other reason not to go after that brat, my ally’s high-pitched cry of pain gives me one. Whirling to face her, I see Eternity on the ground, with Serraph standing over her, his partly-broken rapier a blur as he slashes at her non-stop, a shower of sanguine droplets spattering on the tiles around them. Already badly beaten by Sasuke, the little fairy can do nothing to halt the onslaught but hold up her bare arms before her in hopes of avoiding lethal damage.
I’ve killed kids myself, so I can hardly fault the pale swordsman for his ruthlessness… but she’s my partner. I need this little girl if I’m to go further in the tournament. If I’m to impress my king.
So like hell I’m going to stand back and watch as he cuts her to ribbons.
I charge, my lips twisting into a snarl of rage, a pair of javelins forming in my hands as I run. Then, leaping into the air, I thrust an arm forward, launching a spear his way. Serraph side-steps coolly, but I’m still headed straight for him, my remaining weapon held out before me like a lance. His eyes widen a little, though whether in surprise or fear I can’t be sure. He tries to weave out of the way, but whatever Eternity has done to him, he doesn’t seem quite as coordinated as before, and I manage to graze him with the javelin’s tip, just below his ribs.
He gasps, staggering aside as I land gracefully on my toes, a burst of black blood gushing from his wound, to mar my skirt and the tiles between us.
Sasuke turns back around, scowling, then dashes our way, racing to his ally’s rescue. As he’s not also being hampered by the fairy’s curse, I highly doubt I’ll be able to so much as scratch the boy, but hey, I’ve no reason not to try, “Hyah!”
“Ghk!” my javelin pierces his gut. He stares at me with horror-stricken eyes, coughing a little blood, which trickles down his chin. His feet hover a foot or so off the ground, my spear having caught him mid-jump. For a moment, I’m filled with worry that I’ve gone too far, that this wound is fatal and that I’ve gotten Eternity and I disqualified.
And then, in a puff of smoke, Sasuke turns into a log.
Um. What?
As I’m staring stupidly at the lump of wood I hold aloft, something green darts past on my right.
“Argh!” following the cry, I look past the decoy to find the real kid standing just over a metre away. I grin at the sight of his fresh wounds; two long cuts up his left arm and one emerald scale embedded in his stomach. I have no idea how, but the sprite must have suspected he would try something like this, and held back until he’d played his card. A pair of scales with bloodied edges lie on the platform not far from where he stands, now a little unsteady on his feet. Dropping my spear, I leap straight for him, a broad grin stretching across my face.
“Bahaal!” I shriek, and roiling flames billow outwards from my body. Their light blinds me, but my ears are pricked, listening closely for any pained grunt or cry.
Nothing.
I land, right where he ought to have been standing. Dammit. Even wounded so badly, it seems he’s still more than a match for my speed.
I stumble, almost falling for a moment as a wave of fatigue washes over me. Powerful though it is, this magic takes a lot out of me; I can’t afford to use it so carelessly. As my lingering pains vanish, however, the Restorations returning my seared skin to its former lustre, it’s hard for me to regret doing so. Before dispelling the fires, I place a hand on one hip and try my hardest to pull off a smug expression, hoping they won’t hear my pounding heart, notice my heavy, ragged breathing, or spot the thin sheen of sweat glistening on my skin.
As such, for our faction’s sake, it might be for the best if they won. More chance for New Babylon as a whole to get further, after all.
But fuck that.
I rise on shaking limbs, my teeth bared in a snarl. Where that blinding, ruby light scorched them, my clothes are charred black—barely holding together, in fact—and my skin has turned a raw, angry shade of red. My everything hurts.
My pride included. Even though he’s facing away from me, I’m not fooled; I know I won’t be able to touch Sasuke, no matter how quickly I strike.
“Aah!” as if I needed any other reason not to go after that brat, my ally’s high-pitched cry of pain gives me one. Whirling to face her, I see Eternity on the ground, with Serraph standing over her, his partly-broken rapier a blur as he slashes at her non-stop, a shower of sanguine droplets spattering on the tiles around them. Already badly beaten by Sasuke, the little fairy can do nothing to halt the onslaught but hold up her bare arms before her in hopes of avoiding lethal damage.
I’ve killed kids myself, so I can hardly fault the pale swordsman for his ruthlessness… but she’s my partner. I need this little girl if I’m to go further in the tournament. If I’m to impress my king.
So like hell I’m going to stand back and watch as he cuts her to ribbons.
I charge, my lips twisting into a snarl of rage, a pair of javelins forming in my hands as I run. Then, leaping into the air, I thrust an arm forward, launching a spear his way. Serraph side-steps coolly, but I’m still headed straight for him, my remaining weapon held out before me like a lance. His eyes widen a little, though whether in surprise or fear I can’t be sure. He tries to weave out of the way, but whatever Eternity has done to him, he doesn’t seem quite as coordinated as before, and I manage to graze him with the javelin’s tip, just below his ribs.
He gasps, staggering aside as I land gracefully on my toes, a burst of black blood gushing from his wound, to mar my skirt and the tiles between us.
Sasuke turns back around, scowling, then dashes our way, racing to his ally’s rescue. As he’s not also being hampered by the fairy’s curse, I highly doubt I’ll be able to so much as scratch the boy, but hey, I’ve no reason not to try, “Hyah!”
“Ghk!” my javelin pierces his gut. He stares at me with horror-stricken eyes, coughing a little blood, which trickles down his chin. His feet hover a foot or so off the ground, my spear having caught him mid-jump. For a moment, I’m filled with worry that I’ve gone too far, that this wound is fatal and that I’ve gotten Eternity and I disqualified.
And then, in a puff of smoke, Sasuke turns into a log.
Um. What?
As I’m staring stupidly at the lump of wood I hold aloft, something green darts past on my right.
“Argh!” following the cry, I look past the decoy to find the real kid standing just over a metre away. I grin at the sight of his fresh wounds; two long cuts up his left arm and one emerald scale embedded in his stomach. I have no idea how, but the sprite must have suspected he would try something like this, and held back until he’d played his card. A pair of scales with bloodied edges lie on the platform not far from where he stands, now a little unsteady on his feet. Dropping my spear, I leap straight for him, a broad grin stretching across my face.
“Bahaal!” I shriek, and roiling flames billow outwards from my body. Their light blinds me, but my ears are pricked, listening closely for any pained grunt or cry.
Nothing.
I land, right where he ought to have been standing. Dammit. Even wounded so badly, it seems he’s still more than a match for my speed.
I stumble, almost falling for a moment as a wave of fatigue washes over me. Powerful though it is, this magic takes a lot out of me; I can’t afford to use it so carelessly. As my lingering pains vanish, however, the Restorations returning my seared skin to its former lustre, it’s hard for me to regret doing so. Before dispelling the fires, I place a hand on one hip and try my hardest to pull off a smug expression, hoping they won’t hear my pounding heart, notice my heavy, ragged breathing, or spot the thin sheen of sweat glistening on my skin.
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Abilities Used
Serraph - Zanpakuto: Libro to slice up poor Eternity's arms. Meanie.
Ahana - The Fires that Forge Endless Spines; Creations of the Golden Conflagration! 2javelins4you.
Sasuke - Substitution Jutsu for teh lulz.
Eternity - Danmaku Scales 'cos she's already seen your wood once, mate.
Ahana - “Bahaal”: The Fires that Devour Nearby Matter; Restorations of the Golden Conflagration!* plus Advanced Regeneration (using 1 SP to heal the damage from Serraph's Super Attack... and from that wrestling garbage Sasuke did, I guess, in the unlikely even that the kiddo was even strong to hurt her :zany: ).
SP Remaining: 1/4
*Sasuke gets out of the way in time, so I'm not required to use the actual Super Attack sub-Move.
Why actually Super Attack someone when you can pretend Super Attack them instead?
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