07-22-2018, 02:14 PM
Erik would begin rocketing towards the duo at the what ever top speeds his jet pack could push out. Making quick maneuvers that altered his trajectory while Cell would move in to intercept, leaving the weasel jobless for a moment and standing on a floating rock.
“Handle the masked one, I have him.”
In Eriks hand violet energy began to crackle around his palms, surging and increasing before forming a long curved shape that connected with a thing trace of light. The addition of his Overcharge made the spectacle that much more dazzling before a bow, made of the very light he was forming, was crafted.
Erik began back tracking as Cell came forward, firing a barrage of ki blasts in his direction. The round yellow balls of pure energy began to dot the sky, like the fake stars around them. Exploding in small detonations around Erik, but the man was only lightly tossed around by the concussion blasts, none of which interrupted his aim.
Taking up a firing posture Erik would manage to let lose two arrows in this time, one sailing by Cells head while the other seemed to hit its mark but only in his thigh, causing Cell to flinch but not stop his pursuit.
“You’ll need more than arrows to stop me, boy.”
The android seemed annoyed, but kept a level head as he drifted along, flying of his own accord and soon cupping both hands together to the side of his hip, chanting.
“Ka...”
Mean while, down near a local flying rock, Ricter was in a battle of attrition, swinging his sword in horizontal angles while the red masked man avoided them with stalled flips and jumps. Taunting him before jumping over the weasels head in a manner that felt like he was auditioning for a ballet.
However while upside down and above him, the mans legs spread eagle, he pulled out both of his pistols and unloaded multiple bullets into the Stoats cranium and body, riddling them with bullets before he touched the ground again.
“And he sticks the dismount!” His egocentric voice gleefully rang out.
But on turning around he noticed that the creature wasn’t dead, instead Ricter was simply flicking dented bullets off his face and body. Looking only mildly annoyed, if at all given this was his first time being shot and he didn’t seem phased at all, besides a bruise or two.
“That’s not part of the performance, dammit Becky you ruined my big moment!” He sounded like he was intimidating some high status white girl from a rich high school.
“Uh...” Ricter was speechless, but would save his criticisms till after the fighting was done. Rushing the man, this time he faked a horizontal swing, condition Dead Pools movements before coming down with a vertical one instead.
However, he was just as quick to react, holstering his pistols before Deadpool took out both of his katana’s and crossed them in an X formation. Holding him there as Ricter glared, sparks of sharp metal grinding against one another kept them locked in combat.
Now face to face, suddenly the masked man gasped, as if he had forgotten something important. “That reminds me! I still have to order my tickets for the furry convention next month. My fursuit’s amazing, I can't wait to show you later.”
“Uh...what are you talking about?”
“Oh, not ready to come out of the closet yet huh? No worries, your secrets safe with me buddy.”
Ricters eye lulled in an animated manner, looking at him like he was crazy.
“Is this what you had to deal with the whole tournament?” The stoat said openly.
“You have no idea.” Erik responded, shooting more arrows towards Cell who used his flight to avoid being hit by many of them.
“Me...Ha...Me..”
He was nearly done and seemed ready to full on fire the charged energy beam. Yet, just as he was going to release it he turned and aimed it towards Deadpool and Ricter.
The android smirking as he screamed, “HA!” releasing a long range deep blue beam of destructive energy strait towards the pair that were fighting on the large rock.
Both glanced over as the twinkle in the sky wasn’t the nice one form nursery rhymes, instead Ricter knew to either get out of this situation or block it, so as he looked to Deadpool and kept him locked in their sword clash, the man soon realized what was happening.
“Well isn’t this a-.”
Eventually the light would cascade over both of them, exploding with tremendous force as it left Cell panting, however from behind Erik didn’t wait to take the opening left after that, instead using his Sword to slash across Cell’s back, causing them to yell out in pain before turning to face him, bleeding purple blood that floated around him.
Bellow, Ricter was waving away the smoke, choking a bit as he seemed to come out unharmed, having not tanked the blow but defending against it. With the rock shattered he was now drifting in the open space. But where was Deadpool?
“Handle the masked one, I have him.”
In Eriks hand violet energy began to crackle around his palms, surging and increasing before forming a long curved shape that connected with a thing trace of light. The addition of his Overcharge made the spectacle that much more dazzling before a bow, made of the very light he was forming, was crafted.
Erik began back tracking as Cell came forward, firing a barrage of ki blasts in his direction. The round yellow balls of pure energy began to dot the sky, like the fake stars around them. Exploding in small detonations around Erik, but the man was only lightly tossed around by the concussion blasts, none of which interrupted his aim.
Taking up a firing posture Erik would manage to let lose two arrows in this time, one sailing by Cells head while the other seemed to hit its mark but only in his thigh, causing Cell to flinch but not stop his pursuit.
“You’ll need more than arrows to stop me, boy.”
The android seemed annoyed, but kept a level head as he drifted along, flying of his own accord and soon cupping both hands together to the side of his hip, chanting.
“Ka...”
******
Mean while, down near a local flying rock, Ricter was in a battle of attrition, swinging his sword in horizontal angles while the red masked man avoided them with stalled flips and jumps. Taunting him before jumping over the weasels head in a manner that felt like he was auditioning for a ballet.
However while upside down and above him, the mans legs spread eagle, he pulled out both of his pistols and unloaded multiple bullets into the Stoats cranium and body, riddling them with bullets before he touched the ground again.
“And he sticks the dismount!” His egocentric voice gleefully rang out.
But on turning around he noticed that the creature wasn’t dead, instead Ricter was simply flicking dented bullets off his face and body. Looking only mildly annoyed, if at all given this was his first time being shot and he didn’t seem phased at all, besides a bruise or two.
“That’s not part of the performance, dammit Becky you ruined my big moment!” He sounded like he was intimidating some high status white girl from a rich high school.
“Uh...” Ricter was speechless, but would save his criticisms till after the fighting was done. Rushing the man, this time he faked a horizontal swing, condition Dead Pools movements before coming down with a vertical one instead.
However, he was just as quick to react, holstering his pistols before Deadpool took out both of his katana’s and crossed them in an X formation. Holding him there as Ricter glared, sparks of sharp metal grinding against one another kept them locked in combat.
Now face to face, suddenly the masked man gasped, as if he had forgotten something important. “That reminds me! I still have to order my tickets for the furry convention next month. My fursuit’s amazing, I can't wait to show you later.”
“Uh...what are you talking about?”
“Oh, not ready to come out of the closet yet huh? No worries, your secrets safe with me buddy.”
Ricters eye lulled in an animated manner, looking at him like he was crazy.
“Is this what you had to deal with the whole tournament?” The stoat said openly.
******
“You have no idea.” Erik responded, shooting more arrows towards Cell who used his flight to avoid being hit by many of them.
“Me...Ha...Me..”
He was nearly done and seemed ready to full on fire the charged energy beam. Yet, just as he was going to release it he turned and aimed it towards Deadpool and Ricter.
The android smirking as he screamed, “HA!” releasing a long range deep blue beam of destructive energy strait towards the pair that were fighting on the large rock.
Both glanced over as the twinkle in the sky wasn’t the nice one form nursery rhymes, instead Ricter knew to either get out of this situation or block it, so as he looked to Deadpool and kept him locked in their sword clash, the man soon realized what was happening.
“Well isn’t this a-.”
Eventually the light would cascade over both of them, exploding with tremendous force as it left Cell panting, however from behind Erik didn’t wait to take the opening left after that, instead using his Sword to slash across Cell’s back, causing them to yell out in pain before turning to face him, bleeding purple blood that floated around him.
Bellow, Ricter was waving away the smoke, choking a bit as he seemed to come out unharmed, having not tanked the blow but defending against it. With the rock shattered he was now drifting in the open space. But where was Deadpool?
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Ricter used Divination, spending 1 SP. (¾ SP remaining)