07-07-2018, 08:51 AM
The abomination of a mercenary slammed his arm back into place, the limb limply dangled from his torso. “I’ve got something for you, Goldilocks!” the Merc giggled. He attempted to raise his arm but failed to get it erect. “I swear this never happens.” Deadpool glared at his unresponsive arm and flailed it around. “Just give me a minute. I just need to play with it for a sec.”
All eyes were on him, his flailing body captivating the other contestants. After a few seconds, his arm stood fully erect, able to move again.“Here we go!” he exclaimed confidently. He then outstretched his hand and flipped the King the bird. Tadaaa!” Deadpool had an unmistakable smug grin even though the mask covered his face.
“Tch.” Gilgamesh gave the merc a sour frown, the simple gesture made his blood boil. Suddenly, the King flinched as his chest began to burn. “Not again,” he seethed, grinding his teeth. Resisting the foul presence felt like keeping down bile. Deadpool wasn’t as kind and withdrew his firearms from their pouches. Aiming down his sights and probably saying something ‘clever’ and ‘witty’, he unloaded his weapon’s clips into Gilgamesh. Gilgamesh stumbled on his feet, feeling his mind grow murky. The pain of bullets ripping through his arm brought him back to the real world. Desman was on the ground, sweating icicles in the freezing temperatures. His trembling hands were outstretched, creating a blue psionic wall.
“Is now the best time for daydreaming?” the red-headed mimic shouted. The bullets ricocheted off of the telepathic wall and left small cracks that eventually accumulated into larger ones. Gilgamesh felt the presence within persist, despite his regal and divine right. Taking a deep breath, he decided the best course of action was to keep his mind occupied. From beneath his parka, his skin seemed to glow a radiant crimson and his feet dug into the ground. The click of Deadpool emptying his clips tickled the king’s ears. He bolted toward his opponents.
Desman, who was prone next to Gil, buried his hands into the snow to slow the Golden King’s advancement. “What the hell are you doing?!” he shouted but was drowned out by the howling winds from the mountaintop. The smug grin on Deadpool’s face disappeared when Gil’s shoulder crashed into his chest. As Gil ran, he forced Deadpool’s head into the snow. Desman and Erik, who was now miraculously back to full size, dragged along comically behind. Both of them clutched at the wet snow, trying to halt themselves before they had noticed each other.
Erik glared at Desman before shouting with clenched teeth, “You do nothing but blaspheme, miscreant!” While being pulled through the snow, the psychic brought an arm back, summoning his violet bow to hands. Desman mimicked Erik’s exact motions, materializing the same bow, but of a lightning blue tint. The two rapidly fired while their partners yanked them along like sled dogs.
Deadpool wrapped his hands around Gilgamesh’s face, attempting to stick his fingers in any hole he could find. “Whoops, wrong hole!”
The Golden King could feel his consciousness waning and bit his tongue to retain it. Gil wasn’t paying attention to the mercenary’s fingers pressing into his eyes. All he wanted was the wave of nausea to pass; however, the feeling of freefall came first. Based on instinct, Gil released Deadpool only to have his heart drop to his stomach. The jagged ravine beneath awaiting him wasn’t the most reassuring of sights.
Turning mid-air, the Monarch saw Desman and Erik too preoccupied squabbling with one another to prevent their own tumble from the cliff’s edge. After an initial moment of panic, Erik was quick to respond. Chains ripped themselves free from his torso before embedding themselves into the slope of the mountainside. Erik came to a pleasant halt but caused whiplash for Deadpool. The tether around the merc’s waist tugged violently and would have broken the back of a normal man. Despite the painful and sudden stop, the pair felt a wave of relief.
Desman and Gilgamesh, however, were still plummeting down the mountain. Trying to think quickly, Gilgamesh summoned a golden portal to retrieve one of his treasures. A ruby encrusted necklace fell into his hand. As the necklace made contact with his hand, the King suddenly slowed his descent, weightlessness washing over him. Desman still fell past Gilgamesh, flailing as he went. While the Gilded King wouldn’t ordinarily care, the tether said otherwise.
Gilgamesh grasped at the air as if it would help slow his descent. His mind raced with thoughts before he turned and shouted towards his partner. “Desman! Look out!” The former robot turned his head to see twin spears coming towards him. The spears pierced the mountainside underneath him, creating something to land on. Giving Gilgamesh a nod, his hands clawed into the mountain to slow his descent before coming to a complete stop upon the hilts. Gilgamesh floated down to Desman’s level.“Come, serve your king,” the monarch declared, “together we shall crush them like the insects they are.”
All eyes were on him, his flailing body captivating the other contestants. After a few seconds, his arm stood fully erect, able to move again.“Here we go!” he exclaimed confidently. He then outstretched his hand and flipped the King the bird. Tadaaa!” Deadpool had an unmistakable smug grin even though the mask covered his face.
“Tch.” Gilgamesh gave the merc a sour frown, the simple gesture made his blood boil. Suddenly, the King flinched as his chest began to burn. “Not again,” he seethed, grinding his teeth. Resisting the foul presence felt like keeping down bile. Deadpool wasn’t as kind and withdrew his firearms from their pouches. Aiming down his sights and probably saying something ‘clever’ and ‘witty’, he unloaded his weapon’s clips into Gilgamesh. Gilgamesh stumbled on his feet, feeling his mind grow murky. The pain of bullets ripping through his arm brought him back to the real world. Desman was on the ground, sweating icicles in the freezing temperatures. His trembling hands were outstretched, creating a blue psionic wall.
“Is now the best time for daydreaming?” the red-headed mimic shouted. The bullets ricocheted off of the telepathic wall and left small cracks that eventually accumulated into larger ones. Gilgamesh felt the presence within persist, despite his regal and divine right. Taking a deep breath, he decided the best course of action was to keep his mind occupied. From beneath his parka, his skin seemed to glow a radiant crimson and his feet dug into the ground. The click of Deadpool emptying his clips tickled the king’s ears. He bolted toward his opponents.
Desman, who was prone next to Gil, buried his hands into the snow to slow the Golden King’s advancement. “What the hell are you doing?!” he shouted but was drowned out by the howling winds from the mountaintop. The smug grin on Deadpool’s face disappeared when Gil’s shoulder crashed into his chest. As Gil ran, he forced Deadpool’s head into the snow. Desman and Erik, who was now miraculously back to full size, dragged along comically behind. Both of them clutched at the wet snow, trying to halt themselves before they had noticed each other.
Erik glared at Desman before shouting with clenched teeth, “You do nothing but blaspheme, miscreant!” While being pulled through the snow, the psychic brought an arm back, summoning his violet bow to hands. Desman mimicked Erik’s exact motions, materializing the same bow, but of a lightning blue tint. The two rapidly fired while their partners yanked them along like sled dogs.
Deadpool wrapped his hands around Gilgamesh’s face, attempting to stick his fingers in any hole he could find. “Whoops, wrong hole!”
The Golden King could feel his consciousness waning and bit his tongue to retain it. Gil wasn’t paying attention to the mercenary’s fingers pressing into his eyes. All he wanted was the wave of nausea to pass; however, the feeling of freefall came first. Based on instinct, Gil released Deadpool only to have his heart drop to his stomach. The jagged ravine beneath awaiting him wasn’t the most reassuring of sights.
Turning mid-air, the Monarch saw Desman and Erik too preoccupied squabbling with one another to prevent their own tumble from the cliff’s edge. After an initial moment of panic, Erik was quick to respond. Chains ripped themselves free from his torso before embedding themselves into the slope of the mountainside. Erik came to a pleasant halt but caused whiplash for Deadpool. The tether around the merc’s waist tugged violently and would have broken the back of a normal man. Despite the painful and sudden stop, the pair felt a wave of relief.
Desman and Gilgamesh, however, were still plummeting down the mountain. Trying to think quickly, Gilgamesh summoned a golden portal to retrieve one of his treasures. A ruby encrusted necklace fell into his hand. As the necklace made contact with his hand, the King suddenly slowed his descent, weightlessness washing over him. Desman still fell past Gilgamesh, flailing as he went. While the Gilded King wouldn’t ordinarily care, the tether said otherwise.
Gilgamesh grasped at the air as if it would help slow his descent. His mind raced with thoughts before he turned and shouted towards his partner. “Desman! Look out!” The former robot turned his head to see twin spears coming towards him. The spears pierced the mountainside underneath him, creating something to land on. Giving Gilgamesh a nod, his hands clawed into the mountain to slow his descent before coming to a complete stop upon the hilts. Gilgamesh floated down to Desman’s level.“Come, serve your king,” the monarch declared, “together we shall crush them like the insects they are.”
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Used T1 Transformation Runes of Babylon for the round
3/7 SP left
Stats for Refrence
5/2/5/6