07-09-2018, 06:00 AM
Erik's sighed deeply as he grasped his tether and yanked Deadpool up and over the cliff face.
“This is some of the shittiest bungee jumping ever, I want my money back!” The mercenary sputtered as he struggled to his feet. The psychic watched his partner steady himself, the noxious inferno raging within him petering out as Desman left his sight. Though Erik hated to admit it, his ability to control his anger was hardly any better than when he was a child.
‘Calm yourself, fool, your fury just keeps getting you killed.’ Erik thought, silently berating himself. He wasn't able to scold himself long, however, as Gilgamesh soon hovered up from the void with Desman in tow. The heat in Erik’s chest seemed to rise once more as the redhead hauled himself back into view, his upper body decorated by the numerous cuts delivered by the young Erik’s assault.
It was rare for someone to have been mauled to such a degree and still soldier on, and normally Erik would respect someone who could perform such a feat. Even the beast Kenpachi had earned more respect from the psychic through his sheer devotion to battle. Desman, however, filled the priest with the utmost contempt for reasons he couldn't quite place. Perhaps it was his casual thievery of psionic abilities, or the pathetic aura he exuded when not plagiarizing his foes, or his lack of hesitation to attack a child. Or maybe, Erik just wanted someone to distract him from having to fight the King. Whatever it was, he couldn't stand to keep the boy in his sight.
“Look at my little sociopath, death staring any ginger who pisses him off.” Deadpool said, wiping a nonexistent tear from his eye and sidestepping a blow from Gilgamesh. “They grow up so fast!”
“You, Desman.” the psychic said as he flicked his wrist, calling Mageslayer back to his hand. The priest tried his hardest to control his burning desire to crush the boy, barely managing to maintain a stoic expression. “Come and face me now, coward, see how well you fare.”
The redhead stared at his foe for a moment before a grin split his face.
“Are you sure he's fully recovered, Goldie? He still has to strain his neck to make eye contact.” The former robot casually turned to his partner, as if he didn't have an armed psychic attempting to burn a hole into him with their gaze, even as the King battled Deadpool in melee. If Erik had a fire burning within him before, his gut had just become an erupting volcano.
“You pathetic grub of a human being. Your bones aren’t even fit for feeding ghouls.” The priest snarled as violet power exploded from his furious gaze. Erik felt as though he could be sick at any moment, nauseous heat pervading the core of his very existence. His limbs trembled as he grasped Mageslayer in one hand and summoned a psi blade in the other, his typically suppressed emotions tumbling out like water from a shattered floodgate.
“You're nothing but filth on the face of this world. A degenerated facsimile of a civilised human, a gods forsaken reprobate who is lower than a witch, and you dare to commit your despicable thievery. You dare to assault a child with a smile on your face and a quip on your lips?!” Erik spat, unable to understand how such an individual could exist.
“Yeah! What kind of asshole does that?” Deadpool said, faking shock. The priest opened his mouth to snap something back at his partner, but held his tongue. At least the mercenary wasn't plundering the energies of the divine without a care in the world.
“Did someone buy you a thesaurus for your birthday?” Desman called back, his grin still present on his face. “That would piss me off, too.”
Erik took a long, shuddering breath as he desperately tried not to tear his own eyes out in frustration. As much as he wanted to go berserk and allow himself to rip Desman limb from limb, he had already let his anger get the better of him too many times since he had been brought to the Omniverse.
‘It's time to get a grip on your rage.’ Erik thought to himself as he closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. ‘This is it. Mature or die. Kill as an adult or be killed as a child.’
The priest swept his foot back as he took up a proper fighting stance His body steadied against the tugging of his tether while Deadpool and Gilgamesh brawled. Erik took a step towards the smirking Desman, his breathing and his steps synchronised.
“No more comebacks?” The former robot asked, a slightly disappointed expression crossing his face as he summoned his cutlass. “Oh well, it was fun while it lasted.”
The psychic said nothing, instead opting to quicken his pace as he closed in on his foe. Erik had made his choice. He would live, and Desman would die.
“This is some of the shittiest bungee jumping ever, I want my money back!” The mercenary sputtered as he struggled to his feet. The psychic watched his partner steady himself, the noxious inferno raging within him petering out as Desman left his sight. Though Erik hated to admit it, his ability to control his anger was hardly any better than when he was a child.
‘Calm yourself, fool, your fury just keeps getting you killed.’ Erik thought, silently berating himself. He wasn't able to scold himself long, however, as Gilgamesh soon hovered up from the void with Desman in tow. The heat in Erik’s chest seemed to rise once more as the redhead hauled himself back into view, his upper body decorated by the numerous cuts delivered by the young Erik’s assault.
It was rare for someone to have been mauled to such a degree and still soldier on, and normally Erik would respect someone who could perform such a feat. Even the beast Kenpachi had earned more respect from the psychic through his sheer devotion to battle. Desman, however, filled the priest with the utmost contempt for reasons he couldn't quite place. Perhaps it was his casual thievery of psionic abilities, or the pathetic aura he exuded when not plagiarizing his foes, or his lack of hesitation to attack a child. Or maybe, Erik just wanted someone to distract him from having to fight the King. Whatever it was, he couldn't stand to keep the boy in his sight.
“Look at my little sociopath, death staring any ginger who pisses him off.” Deadpool said, wiping a nonexistent tear from his eye and sidestepping a blow from Gilgamesh. “They grow up so fast!”
“You, Desman.” the psychic said as he flicked his wrist, calling Mageslayer back to his hand. The priest tried his hardest to control his burning desire to crush the boy, barely managing to maintain a stoic expression. “Come and face me now, coward, see how well you fare.”
The redhead stared at his foe for a moment before a grin split his face.
“Are you sure he's fully recovered, Goldie? He still has to strain his neck to make eye contact.” The former robot casually turned to his partner, as if he didn't have an armed psychic attempting to burn a hole into him with their gaze, even as the King battled Deadpool in melee. If Erik had a fire burning within him before, his gut had just become an erupting volcano.
“You pathetic grub of a human being. Your bones aren’t even fit for feeding ghouls.” The priest snarled as violet power exploded from his furious gaze. Erik felt as though he could be sick at any moment, nauseous heat pervading the core of his very existence. His limbs trembled as he grasped Mageslayer in one hand and summoned a psi blade in the other, his typically suppressed emotions tumbling out like water from a shattered floodgate.
“You're nothing but filth on the face of this world. A degenerated facsimile of a civilised human, a gods forsaken reprobate who is lower than a witch, and you dare to commit your despicable thievery. You dare to assault a child with a smile on your face and a quip on your lips?!” Erik spat, unable to understand how such an individual could exist.
“Yeah! What kind of asshole does that?” Deadpool said, faking shock. The priest opened his mouth to snap something back at his partner, but held his tongue. At least the mercenary wasn't plundering the energies of the divine without a care in the world.
“Did someone buy you a thesaurus for your birthday?” Desman called back, his grin still present on his face. “That would piss me off, too.”
Erik took a long, shuddering breath as he desperately tried not to tear his own eyes out in frustration. As much as he wanted to go berserk and allow himself to rip Desman limb from limb, he had already let his anger get the better of him too many times since he had been brought to the Omniverse.
‘It's time to get a grip on your rage.’ Erik thought to himself as he closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. ‘This is it. Mature or die. Kill as an adult or be killed as a child.’
The priest swept his foot back as he took up a proper fighting stance His body steadied against the tugging of his tether while Deadpool and Gilgamesh brawled. Erik took a step towards the smirking Desman, his breathing and his steps synchronised.
“No more comebacks?” The former robot asked, a slightly disappointed expression crossing his face as he summoned his cutlass. “Oh well, it was fun while it lasted.”
The psychic said nothing, instead opting to quicken his pace as he closed in on his foe. Erik had made his choice. He would live, and Desman would die.
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Erik used Mageslayer, psi blade, T1 power up psi overcharge for 1 round (-2 SP, 1/5 remaining)
Desman used elemental cutlass
*The emperor of mankind yeets erik into a sun*
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[Today 08:03 pm] Erik Vrell : Bruh
[Today 08:03 pm] The emperor of mankind : don't worship gods