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

[Jak Mar]

The weight of the enormous stone slab felt feather-light compared to the overwhelming feelings welling up in Dark’s heart. His targets stared back into his sickly-yellow crazed eyes. Time slowed down so that seconds felt like agonizing years, in the rightful attempts to survive, they have broken this monster’s steel heart.

Among the waste left in the wake of war, the graphic gore, and the mountains of dead bodies… A single person mourned the death of his sanity’s anchor, Ash. Thick, crystal-like tears spilled over the brims of his snarled features as the Dark Beast let out an earth-shattering scream of emotional pain.

He gripped the sides of the concrete mass and swung it with stretched out arms.

Two years worth of unbridled rage for what the Dark Makers had put him through was unleashed upon Gildarts’ stubble-covered square jaw. A cracking sound could be heard over the entirety of Darkshire. Just exactly what the sound had been was anyone’s guess. It may have simply been the masonry material breaking apart in Dark’s claws, but the idea of it being the chiseled jaw of the Strongest Prime upon impact would have been legend-worthy.

From behind a decade’s worth of blurring tears, Dark watched the magician crash into his nearby combat buddy, their stunned bodies flung across the field into the gate as if rag dolls tossed by a bored youngling.

Every muscle in Dark’s arms felt numb, foreign, and heavy. He lacked the strength to hold them up, thus they fell limply to his side. Soon his head followed in a bow. Doing so his eyes landed on the ground where a puddle of blue gloss had been sprayed across the battle-worn earth. He knew this color. Before it brought him twisted obsessive pleasure, but today it was rage inducing.

A painful kind of offense that left him feeling empty. Like a wounded animal at the loss of a mate.

The dark eco-warrior had his domain and a handful of other majestic things. Everything was at his beck and call - as it should be for any respected King. Despite all these luxuries, however, Dark had never experienced honest happiness. Today he’d tasted it in the form of gratitude. This droplet of positivity had been gifted to him by none other than Ash.

She must have amazing talent to impress even a king like himself.

Refocused, Dark set his eyes on his dazed and wounded enemies. Despite the female not taking the brunt of his attack, she seemed the most out of it. The wizard hovered over her supine body as he shook her gingerly. As gently as the orange-haired man could.

“Ash…” Dark smiled to himself as he pulled out a pair of handcuffs from his pack then willingly slapped them onto his own wrist, a sign that he dedicated just as much of his life to her as the other two. “Thank you.” he paused to clench his fist. “It’s been a crazy fight out here, let this not be our last fight together.” the beast of fury whispered as he leaned down and picked up another random object, his eyes set on the Crash Mage as he continued his feeble attempts to shake the girl out of her stupor.

When one of the manliest of men Jak knew turned to face the exterior demon he found the creature has picked up a large, muscular leg. He was holding it by the exposed femur bone and tapped the rigid ankle in his palm as he waited patiently for the wizard to make a move. The bone of the makeshift club was fractured in a way that could be used as a weapon on its own merit but before that, Dark Jak would relentlessly beat his intended target with the meaty limb...

“I understand you are a bit upset, Jak, but I don’t want to hurt you,” Gildarts spoke firmly and honestly.

“Save your breath old man, you aren’t talking to that weakling anymore. You didn’t spare Ash so why should I stop?”

The idea of the demons inside of Jak being real left the man before him a little shaken. If only for his own battle against his past resurfacing. He hesitated, “Her blood is not on my hands, Jak. Snap out of it!”

“Liar!” A brave roar came out of Dark’s mouth. “You are the strongest prime and so you must have! Karl wants blood and you look like a perfect sacrifice!” Gildarts appeared ready for some sort of attack though nothing would prepare him for the desperate primal force that was Dark. The detached foot kicked Gildarts across the other side of the face, so hard it broke the healthy club in two. Before the experienced fighter could react to it, however, two powerful and large hand close around his neck! “[color=purple]IT ENDS HERE![color=purple]” he decreed.

Behind swirling insane irises Dark watched as the strongest prime’s face slowly began to turn the same color as his hands. He raked his needle-thin talons against Gildarts flesh to remind him that he was not a god.

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