[Round 1] Mickey & Yu Kanda vs Gilgamesh & Desman

[Desman Black]

Desman felt something within him as mickey’s pleas reached his ears. It felt like a weight had been lifted and taken away, but it didn’t leave a hole, it stayed full of something much light, maybe even light itself.

“Okay…” Des said, he voice low and concentrated as he walked over to in front of the demon, trying to shake the samurai off his back. “I need both of you to stand back, If anyone is gonna get hurt by this plan it’s me.”

“But this is my fault.” The mouse said, reluctant about the situation.

“And it will be my fault if you’re hurt by this, NOW GO!” Desman demanded. “You too Kanda!”

The black haired male stared at the boy for a minute, before agreeing with whatever plan he had to save his lord, and letting go of the beast that trapped him.

The demon pounced, the two partners soon positioning together like predator and pray. The boy only had one shot at this. One movement to make it right before the haunted king made himself a new main course course. The gooey arm of who was once gilgamesh went up for the killing blow… and then stopped.

The eyes of the beast widened, before lowering his hand down slowly like he was gonna touch it, make sure it’s real, but never quite getting there. “You… too?”

“Yeah… me too?” The redhead said, putting the frightened man’s hand onto the exposed chest, letting him feel the branding was real. “And guess right? I was able to fight it. I know you won’t forget it, but that doesn’t mean you have to let it control you. Resist it, and be Gilgamesh, not the monster…”

“What about… fight?” Desman could hear Gilgamesh coming back to senses from the voice. The boy needed to pick his words carefully or this would all be for nothing.

“Would you really want to win like this? As a puppet to something or someone else. Do you really think you would count this as your win after this is all done?”

The cursed man stepped up off his mediator, staring down with a new look in his eyes, one of a new goal. “Your right… I have to… learn to control…”

While the redhead didn’t get the outcome he was looking for, he knew that the man had in him what it would take to control and be at peace with the darkness. For he himself had done it. “All right… let’s get this over with then.” Gilgamesh put his hand up to help his new partner up. Desman sat up before swinging his arm around to accept their help. The hand landed in the black goop, it’s sliminess splattering everywhere and slipping through the gaps between the poor human’s fingers. “On second thought maybe I’ll get up myself…”

As soon as both characters had got up, their familiar swords soon found their way to the owners hands. They were noticeably different though. Gilgamesh’s weapon was covered in the same black goop as his body, and instead of the grey it had been up to this point, Desman’s sword was a dark black color, almost completely undermining the transparentness it had.

Gilgamesh was the first to rush forward,his direction aimed towards the mouse. A subconscious growl escaping his mouth before he shook it off. No one was going to control him today.

Desman just let his samurai opponent come to him. His blade ready to slay what he thought of as a traitor. “Why is my king still a demon!?” the man demanded, his sword swinging done only to be just blocked by the smaller sword.

The foot of the defender launched into the samurai's stomach, pushing him back. “Your king would not calm done as long as mickey was here. The only thing I could do was see he could control it, instead if letting it control him.”

“I have one question then… Which one of you helped out my king.” The blades once clashed against each other, sparks flying as much as a saw on metal.

“Do you think someone so evil… would help out a stranger?”

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