07-16-2018, 05:40 PM
“Ash! Jak! Great to see you two!”
Ash had forgotten about the powerhouse that was Gildarts Clive until she heard his booming friendly voice greeting them. She watched as his arm swung invitingly over his head. A smirk came to her as she labeled him naive.
Ash’s dainty hand waved back. “Go easy on us, Big Guy~!” she sang across the empty battlefield.
His reply took her back to hot sands, cold drinks, and a great view of half-naked men on the volleyball court. “No promises!”
The blank spaces in her skull narrow and Cheshire's grin graced her facial features once more. “Take care of the girl, I want Gildarts to myself.”
Without looking over, she watched Vulcan Fury’s muzzle fall into her peripheral vision, flowers of light exploded from it which flashed like lightning across her wicked gleeful countenance.
Suppression fire thunked across the Crash Mage’s guarding appendage, fire-orange sparks flying away from the redhead's hidden face. “Aggressive! I like it!” his praise billowed over the machine gun fire.
Behind him, the fragile girl leaped and landed chest first into the mud.
Taking your eyes off of the cyberdecker tended to have catastrophic results; that’s when Ash did her best work. As soon as she was out of their sights, she skated through the back alley of the town to encircle her pray in a matter of seconds, leaving grooves in the muck as the only way to track her.
“Now may not be the time for compliments, S-Sir.” Cerise readied her guns as she spoke, expertly scanning the battleground as she did. If the pink-haired girl had her suspicions it didn’t show. The invisible demoness contemplated cutting the girl’s head off before anyone knew what happened, but her ambitions were settled already on the orange-haired mage.
Conveniently timed, Jak dropped behind a chest high wall, probably in need of a reload, and the gun-girl raced off to a more advantageous point. Meanwhile, Gildarts reminded Ash why he was called the Crash Mage. His boots slid into firm positions in the gore, and his cloak fluttered behind him as he. The female mage thought Jak would be more helpful if he wasn’t dead and decided to intervene.
The beast in her hand awoke with a mighty roar which alerted the attractive magician to his quick decision: Drop his spell or be impaled like everyone else. It wasn’t that hard of a choice, but only by a stroke of luck did his prosthetic come perfectly into place to stop her sneak attack.
Falling amber-colored stars rained down on them as metal collided with the Emperor’s Elite weaponry. Ash’s piercing lifted with the corner of her mouth.
She locked eyes with Mr. Clive.
“Impressive, Ash. Do you think you can defeat me?”
“If I say yes, will you kiss me after the fight?”
A rumbling laughter exploded from his throat. “A sexy woman like yourself? I’d be happy to oblige in this request for your consolation prize."
“You wound me, Gil,” she cooed.
“Better than the alternative," he taunted throwing his fist at her but only found empty air.
Dancing with a dangerous and handsome man on the battlefield had adrenaline pumping. To compete with him was as exhilarating as it was when she fought the troll or ogre; fighting Titans of power was her kind of thing. To do this all and keep their brittle relationship intact would be a feat. Almost as big of an achievement as if she could progress it instead.
Around them hot energy whistled by as the girl showed off her skill, coming much closer to Ash than she’d like to admit. The one that stood out happened as she was expertly twisting into the air to dodge another one the Crash Mage’s blows. She’d been rolling over his back when she caught the visual of a ’bullet’ following the straight of her horn before clipping the hooked end. When she stuck the landing she had a chip missing and a genuinely surprised look on her face.
Gildarts, a man of opportunity, twisted around as Jak chased Cerise back into her hiding-hole and took his own swing at the vulnerable Storm Demon. Every natural and cybernetic warning went off inside her, alerting her to the end of her life. It left her powder pink thong soaked.
The heavy weapon slipped from her numb fingers as her body was launched across the battlefield by the powerful man’s fleshier fist. She was but a smooth bruised colored stone skipping across the grime and gore. She barely touched the ground for longer than half a second before coming to a painful stop against one of the ramshackle-buildings.
A moment later after impact, the force behind his punch crashed into her and left a spiderweb of cracks in the fragile wall. Her face burned with arousal as she struggled to breathe. Her date with the Ultramarine came to mind, sprawled over a desk; awaiting his hot load. She let out a perverted giggle and considered how many days it might take to walk after this in comparison.
Ash had forgotten about the powerhouse that was Gildarts Clive until she heard his booming friendly voice greeting them. She watched as his arm swung invitingly over his head. A smirk came to her as she labeled him naive.
Ash’s dainty hand waved back. “Go easy on us, Big Guy~!” she sang across the empty battlefield.
His reply took her back to hot sands, cold drinks, and a great view of half-naked men on the volleyball court. “No promises!”
The blank spaces in her skull narrow and Cheshire's grin graced her facial features once more. “Take care of the girl, I want Gildarts to myself.”
Without looking over, she watched Vulcan Fury’s muzzle fall into her peripheral vision, flowers of light exploded from it which flashed like lightning across her wicked gleeful countenance.
Suppression fire thunked across the Crash Mage’s guarding appendage, fire-orange sparks flying away from the redhead's hidden face. “Aggressive! I like it!” his praise billowed over the machine gun fire.
Behind him, the fragile girl leaped and landed chest first into the mud.
Taking your eyes off of the cyberdecker tended to have catastrophic results; that’s when Ash did her best work. As soon as she was out of their sights, she skated through the back alley of the town to encircle her pray in a matter of seconds, leaving grooves in the muck as the only way to track her.
“Now may not be the time for compliments, S-Sir.” Cerise readied her guns as she spoke, expertly scanning the battleground as she did. If the pink-haired girl had her suspicions it didn’t show. The invisible demoness contemplated cutting the girl’s head off before anyone knew what happened, but her ambitions were settled already on the orange-haired mage.
Conveniently timed, Jak dropped behind a chest high wall, probably in need of a reload, and the gun-girl raced off to a more advantageous point. Meanwhile, Gildarts reminded Ash why he was called the Crash Mage. His boots slid into firm positions in the gore, and his cloak fluttered behind him as he. The female mage thought Jak would be more helpful if he wasn’t dead and decided to intervene.
The beast in her hand awoke with a mighty roar which alerted the attractive magician to his quick decision: Drop his spell or be impaled like everyone else. It wasn’t that hard of a choice, but only by a stroke of luck did his prosthetic come perfectly into place to stop her sneak attack.
Falling amber-colored stars rained down on them as metal collided with the Emperor’s Elite weaponry. Ash’s piercing lifted with the corner of her mouth.
She locked eyes with Mr. Clive.
“Impressive, Ash. Do you think you can defeat me?”
“If I say yes, will you kiss me after the fight?”
A rumbling laughter exploded from his throat. “A sexy woman like yourself? I’d be happy to oblige in this request for your consolation prize."
“You wound me, Gil,” she cooed.
“Better than the alternative," he taunted throwing his fist at her but only found empty air.
Dancing with a dangerous and handsome man on the battlefield had adrenaline pumping. To compete with him was as exhilarating as it was when she fought the troll or ogre; fighting Titans of power was her kind of thing. To do this all and keep their brittle relationship intact would be a feat. Almost as big of an achievement as if she could progress it instead.
Around them hot energy whistled by as the girl showed off her skill, coming much closer to Ash than she’d like to admit. The one that stood out happened as she was expertly twisting into the air to dodge another one the Crash Mage’s blows. She’d been rolling over his back when she caught the visual of a ’bullet’ following the straight of her horn before clipping the hooked end. When she stuck the landing she had a chip missing and a genuinely surprised look on her face.
Gildarts, a man of opportunity, twisted around as Jak chased Cerise back into her hiding-hole and took his own swing at the vulnerable Storm Demon. Every natural and cybernetic warning went off inside her, alerting her to the end of her life. It left her powder pink thong soaked.
The heavy weapon slipped from her numb fingers as her body was launched across the battlefield by the powerful man’s fleshier fist. She was but a smooth bruised colored stone skipping across the grime and gore. She barely touched the ground for longer than half a second before coming to a painful stop against one of the ramshackle-buildings.
A moment later after impact, the force behind his punch crashed into her and left a spiderweb of cracks in the fragile wall. Her face burned with arousal as she struggled to breathe. Her date with the Ultramarine came to mind, sprawled over a desk; awaiting his hot load. She let out a perverted giggle and considered how many days it might take to walk after this in comparison.
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At it again with the Stealth+Suppression shenanigans. (7 Tec)
Jak used Vulcan Fury.
Ash used Invictus.
Ash used Flirt.
Gildarts used Flirt back.
Cerise used Enigma Lily.
Gildarts used ‘Get Rekt’.
Ash got Rekt'd.
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Warning: Anything that involves Ash should be rated M. Possibly higher.
Erik Vrell : Ash has a 'love' fourth dimensional shape
Erik Vrell : As in its wide and unfathomable for us mere mortals