07-28-2018, 01:43 AM
Dave’s knuckles shone a pale white as he gripped the foreign blade, even more so than usual. Though he had held a many shitty katanas in his adolescence, this weapon was far from his style. It felt like something his bro might use out of irony. For some odd reason, this comforted him. Even amongst the constant rooftop battles and ass puppets, he couldn’t help but love his brother.
The Knight of Time held the sword up and glanced to his own blade embedded in the mound of mud in the distance to his left. A deep breath from his lungs helped him calm his nerves. This wasn’t him. None of this.
With a focused heave, Strider tossed the sword back to his teammate.
“Thanks, but I think I got this now.”
Even with this knowledge, he couldn’t bring himself back. Is this what rose went through back on LOLAR? This feeling of emptiness? Earlier, when the snarky chick began to freak out and yell about going back, it caught him off guard, but now he felt nothing. He didn’t care what she went through. He needed to prove himself here, prove that he wasn’t some kid to push around. He was in control of his life.
A quick flick of his wrist summoned a timetable and began to speed up the time around him, bending it to his will. There was no need to let everything go to his head. He needed to focus.
Violet had already moved into a position to cut him off from his sword, being very cautious as she did so. Although her partner had prevented her from falling into her personal sinkhole, it was obvious Dave was still going down his.
The blonde hairs on his head had become starch white, his neck and arms beginning to show a sickly gray and become surrounded in dark wisps. Whatever this kid was doing, it wasn’t good. At least he was unarmed, so she wouldn't have to worry too much unless he had something up his sleeve.
A burst of movement allowed Strider to weave through the piles of rubble like a blur, causing Violet to frantically search for him. Her blue eyes scanned the fires, trying to keep up with him. Small ki balls were tossed out but were not enough to catch him in time.
The kick came swiftly to her chest, a spin in his stride allowing him to twist it into her while another quick kick made contact with the side of her face, sending her falling to the floor.
“If you couldn’t handle this shit, then maybe you should have stayed in whatever hell you came from.”
Violet groaned as she stood up coughing while Strider homed in on Caledscratch.
“Shut the hell up, kid.”
The words came out as a hoarse whisper, but the words that followed held more value.
“KAMEHAMEHA!”
A beam of swirling blue and red energy flew across the battlefield, nicking one of the Doomguard before making its way to Dave. His fingers had barely graced the handle of his sword before the energy drilled into his back, the force slamming him into a crumbling wall.
The teen grumbled as he recovered, his body aching from his injuries. Damn did all the people he fought hurt. In the crash, his glasses again seemed to be damaged. Of course, why the fuck not. Strider took a moment to take them off, looking at them for a moment.
Fuck it. He didn’t need them. The glow of his red eyes reflected back at him before he tossed the shades into a nearby fire.
His moment was cut short by a few blasts of ki next to him, his reflexing leading him to dive behind cover. Violet began to assault him from afar, peppering him with shots. The teen took his chances and rushed to his blade, swiping it up from the mud pile as he blitzed to the rather pissed off looking woman.
More shots came his way, most being blocked by his sword, though one managed to clip his shoulder, searing into his flesh and leaving a stinging pain. Dave attempted to again follow up with the slice and dice, though Violet was quick to dodge, barely managing to avoid being hit. The kid was much faster than her now, and she needed to keep him off of her.
“That’s one way to let your angst loose, kid.”
“Shut the fuck up, I could cut myself on your edge.”
“You look like you do that yourself already, punk.”
Dave stopped mid swing and cocked his head.
“You want to fucking go?”
Violet chuckled at the kid’s reaction, seemed like he was getting stirred up.
“I would, but I don’t think you meet the height requirement.”
Strider couldn’t help but smirk, his faceless expression finally broken for a moment.
“Then how about we play on my playground then.”
The Knight of Time’s arms reached to the side and stroked his turntables before suddenly reaching out and pulling a mic out of thin air.
“Let’s get this shit started then.”
The Knight of Time held the sword up and glanced to his own blade embedded in the mound of mud in the distance to his left. A deep breath from his lungs helped him calm his nerves. This wasn’t him. None of this.
With a focused heave, Strider tossed the sword back to his teammate.
“Thanks, but I think I got this now.”
Even with this knowledge, he couldn’t bring himself back. Is this what rose went through back on LOLAR? This feeling of emptiness? Earlier, when the snarky chick began to freak out and yell about going back, it caught him off guard, but now he felt nothing. He didn’t care what she went through. He needed to prove himself here, prove that he wasn’t some kid to push around. He was in control of his life.
A quick flick of his wrist summoned a timetable and began to speed up the time around him, bending it to his will. There was no need to let everything go to his head. He needed to focus.
Violet had already moved into a position to cut him off from his sword, being very cautious as she did so. Although her partner had prevented her from falling into her personal sinkhole, it was obvious Dave was still going down his.
The blonde hairs on his head had become starch white, his neck and arms beginning to show a sickly gray and become surrounded in dark wisps. Whatever this kid was doing, it wasn’t good. At least he was unarmed, so she wouldn't have to worry too much unless he had something up his sleeve.
A burst of movement allowed Strider to weave through the piles of rubble like a blur, causing Violet to frantically search for him. Her blue eyes scanned the fires, trying to keep up with him. Small ki balls were tossed out but were not enough to catch him in time.
The kick came swiftly to her chest, a spin in his stride allowing him to twist it into her while another quick kick made contact with the side of her face, sending her falling to the floor.
“If you couldn’t handle this shit, then maybe you should have stayed in whatever hell you came from.”
Violet groaned as she stood up coughing while Strider homed in on Caledscratch.
“Shut the hell up, kid.”
The words came out as a hoarse whisper, but the words that followed held more value.
“KAMEHAMEHA!”
A beam of swirling blue and red energy flew across the battlefield, nicking one of the Doomguard before making its way to Dave. His fingers had barely graced the handle of his sword before the energy drilled into his back, the force slamming him into a crumbling wall.
The teen grumbled as he recovered, his body aching from his injuries. Damn did all the people he fought hurt. In the crash, his glasses again seemed to be damaged. Of course, why the fuck not. Strider took a moment to take them off, looking at them for a moment.
Fuck it. He didn’t need them. The glow of his red eyes reflected back at him before he tossed the shades into a nearby fire.
His moment was cut short by a few blasts of ki next to him, his reflexing leading him to dive behind cover. Violet began to assault him from afar, peppering him with shots. The teen took his chances and rushed to his blade, swiping it up from the mud pile as he blitzed to the rather pissed off looking woman.
More shots came his way, most being blocked by his sword, though one managed to clip his shoulder, searing into his flesh and leaving a stinging pain. Dave attempted to again follow up with the slice and dice, though Violet was quick to dodge, barely managing to avoid being hit. The kid was much faster than her now, and she needed to keep him off of her.
“That’s one way to let your angst loose, kid.”
“Shut the fuck up, I could cut myself on your edge.”
“You look like you do that yourself already, punk.”
Dave stopped mid swing and cocked his head.
“You want to fucking go?”
Violet chuckled at the kid’s reaction, seemed like he was getting stirred up.
“I would, but I don’t think you meet the height requirement.”
Strider couldn’t help but smirk, his faceless expression finally broken for a moment.
“Then how about we play on my playground then.”
The Knight of Time’s arms reached to the side and stroked his turntables before suddenly reaching out and pulling a mic out of thin air.
“Let’s get this shit started then.”
Quote:850 words according to google docs
Dave used A Change of Pace for the whole round : 2 SP used
Stats: 5/2/5/3
Dave used Sick Rhymes on Violet, prepare to feel this nasty burns that will make the arena feel like a fridge.1 SP used
0/3 sp remaining
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