06-15-2018, 07:40 PM
Dongja lifted himself up weakly, leaning on his staff briefly. Another arcane symbol appeared over his head.
“Lahb!” he yelled, and the parasol lady suddenly lurched towards Dongja. When she got close enough, Dongja snatched her out of the air and attempted to use her as a meat shield.
He was partially successful. The terrifying woman was quick enough to withdraw her daggers, but despite her quick instincts, couldn’t stop herself in time to prevent tackling her teammate. Dongja cackled in surprise before a parasol jammed into his gut.
The sorcerer went flying, looking desperately for a way to stop himself before he made contact with the edge of the arena.
“Soo!” Dongja yelped, and another gray hand erupted from the ground behind him. The hand caught the sorcerer like a ball, throwing him to the ground unceremoniously.
“I need to figure out how to make that work better,” Dongja grunted in pain.
He only had a moment of respite, as the shadowy woman continued to charge him as the two youkai battled overhead. Dongja focused again as a new spell entered his mind.
“Suk!” the sorcerer yelled, and he leapt into a spin in anticipation as a boulder dropped into his kick.
The rogue barely drew her daggers and jammed it into the boulder. While the rock’s momentum flung her the other way, she was able to draw much of the damage it would have done into the hilts of her weapons. Dongja jumped after her and punched the boulder, driving her knives deeper into it and the boulder into the rogue’s face.
“Alright, Yeo-Ee-Pil,” Dongja muttered nervously as he watched the furious woman watch him fall back down, “She can make exploding clones and ‘Suk’ barely slowed her. Whatcha got?”
“I’ve got a metal body and a sassy attitude,” Yeo-Ee-Pil snapped.
Dongja whacked the boulder with Yeo-Ee-Pil, launching it directly downwards. But by the time he had sent it on its way, the identical rogues had already spread out and was preparing to attack the sorcerer.
Dongja then realized something rather smart.
“Soo!” he cried as one of the rogues - a copy, Dongja noted - leapt for him. The hand gripped her just as she exploded, sending his own hand rippling shocks of pain.
Crying loudly, he landed softly on the boulder, the rogue’s two daggers still embedded in the stone. Grinning wide through the pain, he raised his palm.
“Let’s see how you fight without those knives,” Dongja chuckled, “Dong.”
He slapped the boulder, and like a horse, the boulder took off. Dongja somersaulted as the boulder rolled away from under him, switching directions erratically.
The rogues laughed as one of them lifted her hands. She summoned three floating daggers, each of them seeming to hungrily drink the sunlight. The two clones sheathed their weapons. Dongja sighed, eyes welling with tears.
“This is hardly fair,” the boy quietly whined.
The daggers flew towards him. Yelping, Dongja tapped his wrist.
"Bang-Pae!"
A large shield with two arcane characters engraved upon the surface extended from it. Dongja leaned against it as he heard a long stream of thuds and six pathetic clinks.
The shield faded into dust as Dongja’s mind felt that familiar pressure again.
“I didn’t know I could cast that one,” the calligrapher chuckled.
“It was mostly me,” Yeo-Ee-Pil snapped again, “Don’t get distracted. Only two of them left.”
The two rogues charged forward. Dongja brandished his staff in response, not knowing which was real.
The presumably real rogue grappled the sorcerer and, in a complicated maneuver, threw him to the ground. Dongja lay on the ground, wheezing, as the clone rogue exploded into coils of shadow. He was completely bound and prone.
“What the hell,” he managed to say.
“You’re coming with me,” the rogue spat blood as she hissed in Dongja’s ear.
Darkness swirled around the pair in a way Dongja had never witnessed before. The shadows were so oppressive that Dongja found that he could hardly breathe. When Dongja woke up, he was high in the air, watching the rogue vanish into shadows again. The sorcerer yelped as he tried to focus on spellcasting despite his hacking cough.
Fortunately, someone caught him.
“Marisa?” Dongja groaned.
“Hello, dear,” the parasol lady cackled.
Dongja tried to spin in a panic, looking around wildly for his teammate. The parasol lady caught him by the throat and held him in the air.
“You’ve bothered me long enough, I think.”
“...ck...”
The parasol lady frowned. “Hm?”
“Chk...”
“Speak up, boy, I’m an old lady, you know.”
Dongja grinned a toothy smile.
“Chi.”
His jawline erupted from the youkai’s grasp and he once again clamped onto the parasol lady with his teeth. The woman screamed in pain, smacking Dongja again with her parasol. He fell to the floor.
“You’re coming with me,” Dongja growled as he gripped the youkai in his fall.
He lined himself up, aiming for the collection of rogues throwing daggers at Marisa.
“Ji-Jin!” he hollered, holding an enemy with one hand and punching the ground with another. The beginnings of seismic activity began rumbling in the earth.
“Lahb!” he yelled, and the parasol lady suddenly lurched towards Dongja. When she got close enough, Dongja snatched her out of the air and attempted to use her as a meat shield.
He was partially successful. The terrifying woman was quick enough to withdraw her daggers, but despite her quick instincts, couldn’t stop herself in time to prevent tackling her teammate. Dongja cackled in surprise before a parasol jammed into his gut.
The sorcerer went flying, looking desperately for a way to stop himself before he made contact with the edge of the arena.
“Soo!” Dongja yelped, and another gray hand erupted from the ground behind him. The hand caught the sorcerer like a ball, throwing him to the ground unceremoniously.
“I need to figure out how to make that work better,” Dongja grunted in pain.
He only had a moment of respite, as the shadowy woman continued to charge him as the two youkai battled overhead. Dongja focused again as a new spell entered his mind.
“Suk!” the sorcerer yelled, and he leapt into a spin in anticipation as a boulder dropped into his kick.
The rogue barely drew her daggers and jammed it into the boulder. While the rock’s momentum flung her the other way, she was able to draw much of the damage it would have done into the hilts of her weapons. Dongja jumped after her and punched the boulder, driving her knives deeper into it and the boulder into the rogue’s face.
“Alright, Yeo-Ee-Pil,” Dongja muttered nervously as he watched the furious woman watch him fall back down, “She can make exploding clones and ‘Suk’ barely slowed her. Whatcha got?”
“I’ve got a metal body and a sassy attitude,” Yeo-Ee-Pil snapped.
Dongja whacked the boulder with Yeo-Ee-Pil, launching it directly downwards. But by the time he had sent it on its way, the identical rogues had already spread out and was preparing to attack the sorcerer.
Dongja then realized something rather smart.
“Soo!” he cried as one of the rogues - a copy, Dongja noted - leapt for him. The hand gripped her just as she exploded, sending his own hand rippling shocks of pain.
Crying loudly, he landed softly on the boulder, the rogue’s two daggers still embedded in the stone. Grinning wide through the pain, he raised his palm.
“Let’s see how you fight without those knives,” Dongja chuckled, “Dong.”
He slapped the boulder, and like a horse, the boulder took off. Dongja somersaulted as the boulder rolled away from under him, switching directions erratically.
The rogues laughed as one of them lifted her hands. She summoned three floating daggers, each of them seeming to hungrily drink the sunlight. The two clones sheathed their weapons. Dongja sighed, eyes welling with tears.
“This is hardly fair,” the boy quietly whined.
The daggers flew towards him. Yelping, Dongja tapped his wrist.
"Bang-Pae!"
A large shield with two arcane characters engraved upon the surface extended from it. Dongja leaned against it as he heard a long stream of thuds and six pathetic clinks.
The shield faded into dust as Dongja’s mind felt that familiar pressure again.
“I didn’t know I could cast that one,” the calligrapher chuckled.
“It was mostly me,” Yeo-Ee-Pil snapped again, “Don’t get distracted. Only two of them left.”
The two rogues charged forward. Dongja brandished his staff in response, not knowing which was real.
The presumably real rogue grappled the sorcerer and, in a complicated maneuver, threw him to the ground. Dongja lay on the ground, wheezing, as the clone rogue exploded into coils of shadow. He was completely bound and prone.
“What the hell,” he managed to say.
“You’re coming with me,” the rogue spat blood as she hissed in Dongja’s ear.
Darkness swirled around the pair in a way Dongja had never witnessed before. The shadows were so oppressive that Dongja found that he could hardly breathe. When Dongja woke up, he was high in the air, watching the rogue vanish into shadows again. The sorcerer yelped as he tried to focus on spellcasting despite his hacking cough.
Fortunately, someone caught him.
“Marisa?” Dongja groaned.
“Hello, dear,” the parasol lady cackled.
Dongja tried to spin in a panic, looking around wildly for his teammate. The parasol lady caught him by the throat and held him in the air.
“You’ve bothered me long enough, I think.”
“...ck...”
The parasol lady frowned. “Hm?”
“Chk...”
“Speak up, boy, I’m an old lady, you know.”
Dongja grinned a toothy smile.
“Chi.”
His jawline erupted from the youkai’s grasp and he once again clamped onto the parasol lady with his teeth. The woman screamed in pain, smacking Dongja again with her parasol. He fell to the floor.
“You’re coming with me,” Dongja growled as he gripped the youkai in his fall.
He lined himself up, aiming for the collection of rogues throwing daggers at Marisa.
“Ji-Jin!” he hollered, holding an enemy with one hand and punching the ground with another. The beginnings of seismic activity began rumbling in the earth.
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Used T1 Super Defense Bang-Pae for basically no reason
Used T1 Super Offense Ji-Jin
1/4 SP remaining
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