[Round 3 - C] Ash & Jak Mar vs Cerise & Gildarts

[Jak Mar]

The greige fog hung densely around the area like haunting souls from the already dead and dying, leaving an atmosphere of dread and depression. All of which Darkshire was meant to be.

The gloomy mood followed into Jak’s head.



Light struggled to keep his cool as he found himself cursing betwixt gritted teeth. The angelic persona caught his host gracefully and clung to him protectively. His shimmering holy light dimmed down to but a flicker in the darkness that consumed them all. “Come on Jak, you can’t quit on me- on us!! Not like this, not over a snake bite! You are DYNAMITE KID!! YOU CAN'T GIVE UP NOW!”

His words of panicked motivation did not seem to work. Mar laid there, frozen in his arms, eyes widened and defeat already settling into his mind.

Amongst the shadows, the Dark King himself stood. Beside’s the shaking of armor with all its rings and leather he waited in solemn silence. It was unlike him to stand by and do nothing, but he had no words.

Unsure of what to do when faced with their host’s mortality. Desperation sank into Lights heart. “Say something, Dark!!” Light’s glowing eyes look straight into the monster he feared. ”We have to save him! Say something!”

The beast stood and argued back “Don’t tell me what to do! Can’t you heal him?! He’s in pain!”

Light’s shoulders felt heavier at that moment but he had no strength to hold them up anymore. The truth was, he wasn’t even sure if he could…

Jak’s enraged persona stole a quick glance in his the direction of his throne. It was massive, black, gothic, and covered in Eco-Gems. Then the Dark King did something uncharacteristically of himself. He grabbed his black crown from his head and cast it aside!

Did he actually give a shit about what happened to all of them!? When they all faced the dangers of dying, possibly forever?

Then again, his survival did hang on Jak’s

”Get out of the way, bitch.” The violet colored beastly arms reached down grabbed Jak by the collar, he then began to shake the knife-eared man violently. ”Get yourself up you piece of shit! You think this is pain! YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT PAIN IS!!”

From his position on the other side of Jak, the Heroic Light could see tears welling up in Dark’s eyes despite the clinging wisps of shade. Suddenly his heart felt heavier than his shoulders.

”YOU DON’T KNOW THE PAIN OF LONELINESS OR THE PAIN OF HATRED! YOU MAKE ME DEAL WITH IT ALL!! HOW DARE YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST ROLL OVER AND FUCKING DIE!! YOU CAN FUCKING DO THAT WHEN I TELL YOU THAT YOU CAN!!”

The truth of his rage bubbled into all of their chests. It felt like a child who struggled with having to grow up before he got to enjoy life.

”TWO. FUCKING. YEARS!!” Dark snarled and smashed Jak into the floor of his mind, threatening to take over completely. From under them their world shook and broke. He finally let out a kingly roar as he shoved Jak through the confines of his mind and back into reality!



The Eco-Warrior let a breathless scream of pain, “FUCK!”

Only when Jak became dizzy and started to feel lightheaded did he take another breath. Dark’s words echoed through his mind, so did the beating he’d received. Through gritted teeth and crippling pain, he refused to let this be the end! He felt the weight of Vulcan Fury still in his hands, and a bad idea forming in his poisoned mind.

Dark had been correct. Jak tended to run to him in the face of excruciating pain like this. Falling behind the shadows instead of welding them. “Dark… I need you,” he whispered to himself as he reached his shaking feet.



Inside Light sighed his relief as Jak recovered. His eyes turned to the beast that held him in fear for so long. He felt he understood the frightened animal a lot more now, and his look turned deeply sympathetic. He meant to say something, to make him feel better despite their differences, but he was cut off by their host’s hand reaching out to Dark.

The newly vulnerable demon shrank back as if flinching.

“I am not strong enough, Dark. You can thrive in the pain that paralyzes me. Please. I need you.” Jak pleaded, genuinely.

The child-like purple beast looked to Light as if needing permission. The Angel chuckled, and then waved him to go on. He no longer thought Dark as mindless and emotionless.

A growl slipped from Dark’s fanged smile, bravado and confidence rushed back to him as he took Jak's hand!!



Clawed fingers drag across the metal of his gun. “You call this pain?” He laughed as abyssal eyes lock on Cerise’s translucent form. “Try again.” Vulcan Fury lit up, bullets pelted across the mud where the sneaky woman had been. He used his best guess to where she was afterward thoughtlessly.

Just another man chasing after ghosts in Darkshire.

845 words, GDs.
Jak used Vulcan Fury
Jak used T2 Dark Jak
2/6 SP used