06-27-2018, 10:04 AM
(This post was last modified: 06-27-2018, 10:10 AM by Wyatt the Swift.)
The howling winds of the mountaintop raged, matching Gilgamesh’s feelings for the mercenary’s sharp tongue. In tow and directly attached to the witty soldier was, once again, one of Gilgamesh’s own. Erik gave the King a sheepish smile before Deadpool began to tug at their elastic cord. ”Let’s get this over with kid, my little ‘pools’ are gonna freeze up here.” Gilgamesh’s eyebrow twitched in rage, how could the merc dismiss his presence? Gil waved his hand, summoning a dozen portals to life.
“How about you control your demon this time. It was pretty fucking embarrassing last round.” Desman remarked, taking a sudden offensive stance towards their new enemies.
Gil shot his head towards his partner, giving him a bewildered look. Had the spineless boy grown a pair? “Watch yourself, child, lest I find a need to wield you again,” he hissed.
Desman gave the King a dirty look before the pattering of footsteps against the snow interrupted their banter. Deadpool flew through the air, his katanas threatening to pierce through them both. Erik lagged behind, a hint of hesitation behind his movement as he was comically being dragged along.
Deadpool landed gracefully in front of the King before slashing both of his swords at the King’s chest. Although this smelly, wool parka made Gilgamesh want to retch, it had done an excellent job at stopping the merc’s blades.
“Damn you!” Gilgamesh growled and retreated, struggling as he attempted to fight against the binding tie to his partner. While falling back, the Golden King caught the end of his leash and fell flat onto the snow. Desman had been exchanging a few feints with Erik, neither wanting to commit to full melee combat like their counterparts. Gil yanked upon the tether, pulling Des back into the snow next to him.
“What was that for?” The child raged. What had gotten into him? Though Gilgamesh was not one to talk, this was not the time to become rebellious. If they weren’t connected by the hip, Gilgamesh would have thrown Desman off the cliff by now.
Deadpool, inconsiderately, did not give them the time for dialogue, “Let’s go, princess.” With the mercenary already making another advance, Gilgamesh quickly summoned golden portals, each shooting their treasure towards the merc. They instead found their mark in a purple psychic barrier, uselessly burying themselves in it. Gilgamesh glared towards its source...Erik. The psychic warrior withered under his glare for a brief moment, averting his eyes before concentrating back onto the battle. Gilgamesh shuddered with rage. For two...long years he had been stuck in hell. For two long years, he suffered to come back to this place, expecting to gain some form of respect or power. Yet he had neither, even from those who were clearly beneath him.
Gilgamesh glared at Desman, old habits returning as if from a long vacation, “Look, mongrel. You will follow my orders. Be of some actual use and stay close.” He turned his attention back to his targets, who had coordinated an attack of psychic arrows and pistol shots aimed towards the Gilded King. Before Gilgamesh could react, Desman placed his hand to his temple and focused. An electric blue wall of pure psychic energy flickered into existence, absorbing the hailstorm of projectiles.
“How was that, mongrel ?” Desman spoke with a smug look on his face. The remark raised the King’s blood to a boil as he felt a nearly insuppressible urge to smack the shit out of Desman. How could this boy even have come close to meeting with Diablo? The thought of the two being on equal footing disheartened Gilgamesh. Was he really that weak?
Looking up, he could see that his enemies communicated effectively. Both of them rushed towards Gilgamesh in synergy with steel blades in their hands. Gilgamesh stepped in front of Desman and waved his hand, summoning a purple barrier. Their unified attack fruitlessly ricocheted off the King’s shield, allowing time for Gilgamesh’s ‘useful’ partner to get up. Desman flicked his wrists and two electric blue katanas summoned to his hands.
“Hey! Don’t mimic my shit!” Deadpool remarked before changing targets to the boy who jacked his style.
Erik’s eyes met Gilgamesh’s, forcing him to hesitate for a second. The King did not share this moment and instead drew out one of his golden swords as he charged forward.The harsh winds of the mountain blew off both Erik’s and Gilgamesh’s hoods, leaving them vulnerable to the elements.
Erik’s own steel blades blocked Gilgamesh’s strike. With regret in his voice, he spoke, “I’m sorry my liege. I must do this to prove my capability.” Gil pushed forward, knocking Erik’s sword into the snow before he delivered a swift kick to his gut.
“Prove yourself? Ha!” Gilgamesh scoffed. “I just wish to beat the shit out of your mouthy partner.” From a golden portal came a mysterious vial with a glittering silver liquid swirling around inside of it. “Maybe this will keep you from acting like such a child,” the golden king smirked before nonchalantly tossing the glass container towards Erik.
“How about you control your demon this time. It was pretty fucking embarrassing last round.” Desman remarked, taking a sudden offensive stance towards their new enemies.
Gil shot his head towards his partner, giving him a bewildered look. Had the spineless boy grown a pair? “Watch yourself, child, lest I find a need to wield you again,” he hissed.
Desman gave the King a dirty look before the pattering of footsteps against the snow interrupted their banter. Deadpool flew through the air, his katanas threatening to pierce through them both. Erik lagged behind, a hint of hesitation behind his movement as he was comically being dragged along.
Deadpool landed gracefully in front of the King before slashing both of his swords at the King’s chest. Although this smelly, wool parka made Gilgamesh want to retch, it had done an excellent job at stopping the merc’s blades.
“Damn you!” Gilgamesh growled and retreated, struggling as he attempted to fight against the binding tie to his partner. While falling back, the Golden King caught the end of his leash and fell flat onto the snow. Desman had been exchanging a few feints with Erik, neither wanting to commit to full melee combat like their counterparts. Gil yanked upon the tether, pulling Des back into the snow next to him.
“What was that for?” The child raged. What had gotten into him? Though Gilgamesh was not one to talk, this was not the time to become rebellious. If they weren’t connected by the hip, Gilgamesh would have thrown Desman off the cliff by now.
Deadpool, inconsiderately, did not give them the time for dialogue, “Let’s go, princess.” With the mercenary already making another advance, Gilgamesh quickly summoned golden portals, each shooting their treasure towards the merc. They instead found their mark in a purple psychic barrier, uselessly burying themselves in it. Gilgamesh glared towards its source...Erik. The psychic warrior withered under his glare for a brief moment, averting his eyes before concentrating back onto the battle. Gilgamesh shuddered with rage. For two...long years he had been stuck in hell. For two long years, he suffered to come back to this place, expecting to gain some form of respect or power. Yet he had neither, even from those who were clearly beneath him.
Gilgamesh glared at Desman, old habits returning as if from a long vacation, “Look, mongrel. You will follow my orders. Be of some actual use and stay close.” He turned his attention back to his targets, who had coordinated an attack of psychic arrows and pistol shots aimed towards the Gilded King. Before Gilgamesh could react, Desman placed his hand to his temple and focused. An electric blue wall of pure psychic energy flickered into existence, absorbing the hailstorm of projectiles.
“How was that, mongrel ?” Desman spoke with a smug look on his face. The remark raised the King’s blood to a boil as he felt a nearly insuppressible urge to smack the shit out of Desman. How could this boy even have come close to meeting with Diablo? The thought of the two being on equal footing disheartened Gilgamesh. Was he really that weak?
Looking up, he could see that his enemies communicated effectively. Both of them rushed towards Gilgamesh in synergy with steel blades in their hands. Gilgamesh stepped in front of Desman and waved his hand, summoning a purple barrier. Their unified attack fruitlessly ricocheted off the King’s shield, allowing time for Gilgamesh’s ‘useful’ partner to get up. Desman flicked his wrists and two electric blue katanas summoned to his hands.
“Hey! Don’t mimic my shit!” Deadpool remarked before changing targets to the boy who jacked his style.
Erik’s eyes met Gilgamesh’s, forcing him to hesitate for a second. The King did not share this moment and instead drew out one of his golden swords as he charged forward.The harsh winds of the mountain blew off both Erik’s and Gilgamesh’s hoods, leaving them vulnerable to the elements.
Erik’s own steel blades blocked Gilgamesh’s strike. With regret in his voice, he spoke, “I’m sorry my liege. I must do this to prove my capability.” Gil pushed forward, knocking Erik’s sword into the snow before he delivered a swift kick to his gut.
“Prove yourself? Ha!” Gilgamesh scoffed. “I just wish to beat the shit out of your mouthy partner.” From a golden portal came a mysterious vial with a glittering silver liquid swirling around inside of it. “Maybe this will keep you from acting like such a child,” the golden king smirked before nonchalantly tossing the glass container towards Erik.
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Used Elixir of Immortality on Erik for 1 round
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