06-20-2018, 08:36 PM
Dave watched the finger waggle in front of him like some parent scolding their child. For a moment, he felt something twitch in his mind, but in the next, he felt himself flying across the ring.
“This one is mine, and there shall be no more interruptions, from either of you,” the warrior cried out in defiance, making a irrefutable claim to the mage whose eyes widened in surprise. Though Kenpachi had took Dave’s place for the mental attack, he showed no restraint as he screamed with the entirety of his lungs. Yellow energy built up inside him, becoming ever more visible before a large burst released it.
“Your battle is with me, so make sure you keep your focus on the right target.”
Erik grimaced and clenched his fists, the damned brute was nothing but a pain in his side. The purple psychic energy around him pulsed as he faced the warrior. His eyes glanced behind his target to the swordsman that had been thrown. At least the searing pain in his back wasn’t going to get worse anytime soon.
“Ew, get off of me before Chris Hansen asks me to take a seat.”
Deadpool shoved Dave away, who managed to land on the mercenary, still a bit woozy from almost having a psychic lobotomy.
“Ugh, chill.” Dave shook his head and tried to grip his sword.
Immediate pain slashed across Strider’s shoulder, Deadpool shaking off the blood from his katana before sending the kid back with a kick.
“No chill time, it’s clobberin time!” Deadpool gave a nudge to the air as he listened out to the nonexistent crowd. Dave struggled to get up, taking a moment to reach out for his Timetables.
“Hmph, tough crowd.”
“Speaking of tough shit,” Dave spoke up and began to spin his floating records. “I think I need to make things go a bit quicker to lay some pain on your ass.”
Deadpool chuckled. “Just make sure to lube up first.” He paused for a moment. “I’m not helping this Chris Hansen case am I?”
With newfound energy Dave burst forwards, swinging his sword with greater strength and speed than before. A casual attempt came from the mercenary to block it with his katanas, only to see the tip of the sword shatter, the broken blade embedding itself in his chest as Dave leaped up with him.
“Ugh,” Deadpool coughed, “shittiest Shoryuken I’ve ever been on the receiving end of.”
Deadpool cleaved at the Knight of Time, who in turn retaliated with his own strikes. In one swift motion, Dave spun into an acrobatic fucking pirouette. At that same moment Deadpool came to a realization as he noticed the turntables at Dave’s side spinning faster than normal.
“Fucking time shenanigan power-ups.”
With the momentum of the acrobatic feat, Dave gave an extra powerful slash downward, sending the mercenary to the ground. Deadpool rolled to avoid most of the fall damage before he sprung back up into the air.
“This is how you do Street Fighter.”
The mercenary began to spin, his leg outstretched as Dave took a defensive stance, holding his shitty sword up to block each his from the muscular leg of his opponent.
“One, two, three, four… and FIVE!”
The mercenary returned the favor from before and slammed Dave back to the arena, the teen sliding back on his long red cloak. Dave laid there for a moment, a smirk appearing on his face. It all felt so familiar. The beatdowns. The shitty katanas. The shitty memes.
“What’s with the smile? You’re a bit young to be a masochist.”
“My bro hits harder than your lame ass.”
The Knight’s grip tightened on Caledscratch, a newfound determination flowing through the teenager’s veins. One hand outstretched for his spinning Timetable and the other holding his sword, Dave leaped up and began his full bombardment.
Each swing Deadpool blocked made his very core shiver, though Dave held his sword with just one hand. The kid was fast, too fast now. The turntable came to life as Dave somersaulted over the merc, ending up on his other side. The assault continued, Deadpool now seeing that he was suddenly being assaulted from two sides.
Each katana attempted to parry the attacks but were quickly overwhelmed as numerous gaps in Deadpool’s suit began to appear.
“Ooh that tickles. Dammit not there, they charge extra! Ooh, actually, that one hurt a little.”
The mercenary’s words only showed his worry, as Dave knew this tactic all too well. It looks like he wasn’t the only one who hid behind a mask of irony.
Even now, Dave was more on the edge than usual. His time in this world had only been a sequence of beatdowns, callbacks to his childhood, a reminder that here nothing he ever had mattered. Here, as he fought alongside a stranger against people he had never heard of, he felt empty.
“Hey, back to the fight! I told you no introspective shit, I just want the action.”
As Dave’s clone disappeared, he gave a another wide slash, tearing into the mercenary’s chest.
“Fuck off.”
“This one is mine, and there shall be no more interruptions, from either of you,” the warrior cried out in defiance, making a irrefutable claim to the mage whose eyes widened in surprise. Though Kenpachi had took Dave’s place for the mental attack, he showed no restraint as he screamed with the entirety of his lungs. Yellow energy built up inside him, becoming ever more visible before a large burst released it.
“Your battle is with me, so make sure you keep your focus on the right target.”
Erik grimaced and clenched his fists, the damned brute was nothing but a pain in his side. The purple psychic energy around him pulsed as he faced the warrior. His eyes glanced behind his target to the swordsman that had been thrown. At least the searing pain in his back wasn’t going to get worse anytime soon.
“Ew, get off of me before Chris Hansen asks me to take a seat.”
Deadpool shoved Dave away, who managed to land on the mercenary, still a bit woozy from almost having a psychic lobotomy.
“Ugh, chill.” Dave shook his head and tried to grip his sword.
Immediate pain slashed across Strider’s shoulder, Deadpool shaking off the blood from his katana before sending the kid back with a kick.
“No chill time, it’s clobberin time!” Deadpool gave a nudge to the air as he listened out to the nonexistent crowd. Dave struggled to get up, taking a moment to reach out for his Timetables.
“Hmph, tough crowd.”
“Speaking of tough shit,” Dave spoke up and began to spin his floating records. “I think I need to make things go a bit quicker to lay some pain on your ass.”
Deadpool chuckled. “Just make sure to lube up first.” He paused for a moment. “I’m not helping this Chris Hansen case am I?”
With newfound energy Dave burst forwards, swinging his sword with greater strength and speed than before. A casual attempt came from the mercenary to block it with his katanas, only to see the tip of the sword shatter, the broken blade embedding itself in his chest as Dave leaped up with him.
“Ugh,” Deadpool coughed, “shittiest Shoryuken I’ve ever been on the receiving end of.”
Deadpool cleaved at the Knight of Time, who in turn retaliated with his own strikes. In one swift motion, Dave spun into an acrobatic fucking pirouette. At that same moment Deadpool came to a realization as he noticed the turntables at Dave’s side spinning faster than normal.
“Fucking time shenanigan power-ups.”
With the momentum of the acrobatic feat, Dave gave an extra powerful slash downward, sending the mercenary to the ground. Deadpool rolled to avoid most of the fall damage before he sprung back up into the air.
“This is how you do Street Fighter.”
The mercenary began to spin, his leg outstretched as Dave took a defensive stance, holding his shitty sword up to block each his from the muscular leg of his opponent.
“One, two, three, four… and FIVE!”
The mercenary returned the favor from before and slammed Dave back to the arena, the teen sliding back on his long red cloak. Dave laid there for a moment, a smirk appearing on his face. It all felt so familiar. The beatdowns. The shitty katanas. The shitty memes.
“What’s with the smile? You’re a bit young to be a masochist.”
“My bro hits harder than your lame ass.”
The Knight’s grip tightened on Caledscratch, a newfound determination flowing through the teenager’s veins. One hand outstretched for his spinning Timetable and the other holding his sword, Dave leaped up and began his full bombardment.
Each swing Deadpool blocked made his very core shiver, though Dave held his sword with just one hand. The kid was fast, too fast now. The turntable came to life as Dave somersaulted over the merc, ending up on his other side. The assault continued, Deadpool now seeing that he was suddenly being assaulted from two sides.
Each katana attempted to parry the attacks but were quickly overwhelmed as numerous gaps in Deadpool’s suit began to appear.
“Ooh that tickles. Dammit not there, they charge extra! Ooh, actually, that one hurt a little.”
The mercenary’s words only showed his worry, as Dave knew this tactic all too well. It looks like he wasn’t the only one who hid behind a mask of irony.
Even now, Dave was more on the edge than usual. His time in this world had only been a sequence of beatdowns, callbacks to his childhood, a reminder that here nothing he ever had mattered. Here, as he fought alongside a stranger against people he had never heard of, he felt empty.
“Hey, back to the fight! I told you no introspective shit, I just want the action.”
As Dave’s clone disappeared, he gave a another wide slash, tearing into the mercenary’s chest.
“Fuck off.”
Quote:850 according to google docs
Kenpachi used Overpowering Reiatsu(T1 super defense) used with his permisiion to block Eriks SA
Kenpachi is challenging Erik to fight him without outside forces interferring, wether its Dave or DP
Dave activated his T1 power up A Change of Pace (+2/0/+2/+1) for the whole round -2sp , 0/3 sp remaining
Dave laid down the beat for deadpool, who retaliated with a Tatsumaki Senpukyaku
Dave used Timetables to fuck up DP with some DP ;D
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