08-03-2018, 09:13 AM
Erik’s eyes scanned the arena, taking in the semi-familiar sight. The place brought up fuzzy memories of Dante’s Abyss replays watched long ago, as well as no small number of grand aspirations for the tournament. The cultist had scarcely expected to be fighting in the final battleground of DA 15, but couldn't have hoped for a more exciting battlefield.
“That's the last reaction I'd have expected from you.” Erik mused to his partner as they approached their opponents.
“Yeah… This place isn't all it's cracked up to be.” Deadpool retorted. The psychic simply grunted in acknowledgement as he drew Mageslayer and began moving towards Sasuke, only for the mercenary to yank him back.
“Nope. Rematch time.” Deadpool announced as he shoved Erik towards Serraph and rushed towards Sasuke himself. The cultist found himself face to face with a boy who was very… White.
“You are New Babylonian, correct? I don't believe I've had the pleasure.” Erik said as the fighters circled each other, blades poised.
“I am indeed.” Serraph responded, eyeing his opponent up.
“Well, I'm sure you're no weakling if you got this far. Lets see what you can do.” The noble said as he bounded towards his foe. The arrancar reacted quickly, dodging nimbly out of the way of the cultist’s swing. Serraph responded with a blow of his own, slashing across Erik’s flank with Libro. The cultist took a mental note of his foe’s speed and skill as he took a couple of steps back, forced to acknowledge that he was at a disadvantage.
“Blessed father Gal’skap, lend me your divine spark so I may crush my foes.” The priest chanted as amethystine lightning burst from his eyes and crackled down his body. Violet mist coalesced in Erik’s hand as Serraph approached cautiously, forming into a coruscanting saber of blessed aether. The arrancar paused, eyeing his foe’s twin blades with caution.
The psionically charged priest stepped towards his foe, bringing both blades down on the espada. Serraph dodged, narrowly avoiding the flurry of steel and psi. Erik noted that, frustratingly, his foe was still a little quicker. His frustration deepened when Serraph disengaged and summoned up his own psi blade, peering at it curiously.
‘Is nothing sacred in the damned place?’ Erik groaned as the arrancar experimentally swung the ethereal blade. The pair circled one another, each scouring their opponent for a gap in their form. After a few moments, Erik shifted his guard, exposing his hip to the arrancar. Serraph capitalised fully on the opening, gouging Libro deep into the cultist's flesh. Rather than flinch and struggle on the blade, however, the pain-proof priest tossed his psi blade aside and gripped Serraph’s hand, pushing the zanpakuto deep into his torso.
A look of shock, and what Erik thought may have been curiosity, crossed the espada’s face as the noble brought Mageslayer’s hilt down on his foe’s head. Serraph yanked hard on the blade, pulling it loose, but not before the priest’s blow could glance across his face, and his surprisingly durable glasses. The arrancar, spectacles still intact, reeled as Erik advanced on him, seemingly oblivious to his new wound. Unfortunately, their glorious duel wasn't meant to be. Even as the cultist raised Mageslayer above his head, he was thrown to the ground in a burst of sound and light, and a pungent, slightly familiar door filled the air. The psychic tried to recall where exactly he had smelled the scent before, even as he lay prone.
“Oh, witch burnings, how could I forget.” Erik sighed as the memory bubbled forth, berating himself for forgetting something so close to his heart. The priest shakily raised himself up as he glanced over his shoulder, spotting Sasuke behind him, as he had expected.
“A sneak attack, milord?” The noble groaned as he struggled to his feet, slightly choked by the scent of his own burned flesh. “I take it that you're not a follower of chivalry, then?”
“Not really, no.” Sasuke smirked as he rushed forward and planted a fist in his subordinate's chin. Mageslayer scythed through the air towards the ninja, the whistle of steel sounding more like a mad baying for blood in its wielder’s ears. Sasuke dodged nimbly out of the way, before launching a kick into Erik’s stomach, winding the cultist.
“Come now, milord,” The psychic wheezed, his speech accompanied by the rattling of chains. “Observe the fullest extent of my power.”
A giddy feeling rose up in Erik, even as he was doubled over, as his chains burst from his back in a fountain of gore. The cultist had focused on crushing the insect that went by ‘Desman’ so much in his fight with Gilgamesh that he had hardly proven anything to the King. Now, however, his had a perfect chance to do show his worth. Erik stumbled forward as the chains, each glowing faintly with the fireball’s heat, scythed madly in the air around their owner.
“Now this is the weirdest hentai I've ever seen.” Deadpool quipped as his partner advanced on his faction-mates.
“That's the last reaction I'd have expected from you.” Erik mused to his partner as they approached their opponents.
“Yeah… This place isn't all it's cracked up to be.” Deadpool retorted. The psychic simply grunted in acknowledgement as he drew Mageslayer and began moving towards Sasuke, only for the mercenary to yank him back.
“Nope. Rematch time.” Deadpool announced as he shoved Erik towards Serraph and rushed towards Sasuke himself. The cultist found himself face to face with a boy who was very… White.
“You are New Babylonian, correct? I don't believe I've had the pleasure.” Erik said as the fighters circled each other, blades poised.
“I am indeed.” Serraph responded, eyeing his opponent up.
“Well, I'm sure you're no weakling if you got this far. Lets see what you can do.” The noble said as he bounded towards his foe. The arrancar reacted quickly, dodging nimbly out of the way of the cultist’s swing. Serraph responded with a blow of his own, slashing across Erik’s flank with Libro. The cultist took a mental note of his foe’s speed and skill as he took a couple of steps back, forced to acknowledge that he was at a disadvantage.
“Blessed father Gal’skap, lend me your divine spark so I may crush my foes.” The priest chanted as amethystine lightning burst from his eyes and crackled down his body. Violet mist coalesced in Erik’s hand as Serraph approached cautiously, forming into a coruscanting saber of blessed aether. The arrancar paused, eyeing his foe’s twin blades with caution.
The psionically charged priest stepped towards his foe, bringing both blades down on the espada. Serraph dodged, narrowly avoiding the flurry of steel and psi. Erik noted that, frustratingly, his foe was still a little quicker. His frustration deepened when Serraph disengaged and summoned up his own psi blade, peering at it curiously.
‘Is nothing sacred in the damned place?’ Erik groaned as the arrancar experimentally swung the ethereal blade. The pair circled one another, each scouring their opponent for a gap in their form. After a few moments, Erik shifted his guard, exposing his hip to the arrancar. Serraph capitalised fully on the opening, gouging Libro deep into the cultist's flesh. Rather than flinch and struggle on the blade, however, the pain-proof priest tossed his psi blade aside and gripped Serraph’s hand, pushing the zanpakuto deep into his torso.
A look of shock, and what Erik thought may have been curiosity, crossed the espada’s face as the noble brought Mageslayer’s hilt down on his foe’s head. Serraph yanked hard on the blade, pulling it loose, but not before the priest’s blow could glance across his face, and his surprisingly durable glasses. The arrancar, spectacles still intact, reeled as Erik advanced on him, seemingly oblivious to his new wound. Unfortunately, their glorious duel wasn't meant to be. Even as the cultist raised Mageslayer above his head, he was thrown to the ground in a burst of sound and light, and a pungent, slightly familiar door filled the air. The psychic tried to recall where exactly he had smelled the scent before, even as he lay prone.
“Oh, witch burnings, how could I forget.” Erik sighed as the memory bubbled forth, berating himself for forgetting something so close to his heart. The priest shakily raised himself up as he glanced over his shoulder, spotting Sasuke behind him, as he had expected.
“A sneak attack, milord?” The noble groaned as he struggled to his feet, slightly choked by the scent of his own burned flesh. “I take it that you're not a follower of chivalry, then?”
“Not really, no.” Sasuke smirked as he rushed forward and planted a fist in his subordinate's chin. Mageslayer scythed through the air towards the ninja, the whistle of steel sounding more like a mad baying for blood in its wielder’s ears. Sasuke dodged nimbly out of the way, before launching a kick into Erik’s stomach, winding the cultist.
“Come now, milord,” The psychic wheezed, his speech accompanied by the rattling of chains. “Observe the fullest extent of my power.”
A giddy feeling rose up in Erik, even as he was doubled over, as his chains burst from his back in a fountain of gore. The cultist had focused on crushing the insect that went by ‘Desman’ so much in his fight with Gilgamesh that he had hardly proven anything to the King. Now, however, his had a perfect chance to do show his worth. Erik stumbled forward as the chains, each glowing faintly with the fireball’s heat, scythed madly in the air around their owner.
“Now this is the weirdest hentai I've ever seen.” Deadpool quipped as his partner advanced on his faction-mates.
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Used T1 power up psi overcharge for the round (-2 SP, 3/5 remaining)
*The emperor of mankind yeets erik into a sun*
[Today 08:03 pm] Erik Vrell : Bruh
[Today 08:03 pm] The emperor of mankind : don't worship gods
[Today 08:03 pm] Erik Vrell : Bruh
[Today 08:03 pm] The emperor of mankind : don't worship gods