05-15-2015, 03:07 AM
The mimic looked back at Dayton and Bradley, "Ah, so nice of you to join us! I was just testing out one of my newest bodies!" it said. The mimic then seemed to turn into a blur as it moved to their position at blinding speed. It then quickly grabbed Bradley by the neck, picking him up with one hand and holding him up in the air. "My my, the power of this form is something else entirely! Let's see what else it can do!" it said in an excited tone. The mimic's arm froze solid, its movement seeming to have been stopped in time. Bradley then began to scream in pain, his entire body shaking uncontrollably. Ice started to appear on Bradley's body, starting from where the mimic's hand was touching him and spread out over his entire body. Bradley's screams filled the air of the coliseum, and then were suddenly silenced as the ice finished enveloping him whole. The mimic released its grip on Bradley, his frozen body fell to the ground and shattered to pieces on contact. Suddenly a sword pierces the mimic's chest from behind, but the creature seems unphased by this. It starts cackling, and grabs the sword by the blade, pulling it out of Dayton's hands and through its chest out the other side. The mimic turns around and stares Dayton down, the wound closing up son after. "THE WORLD! TIME IS FROZEN!" it shouts.
Time comes to a halt, the mimic smiles as a figure appears out of thin air and delivers multiple blows to Dayton. Afterwards, the figure disappears and the flow of time returns to normal. Dayton is then hit with the force of each punch that was given to him during the timestop, and is flung straight through a wall. People flee in terror as the lack of support from the now ruined wall causes the stands behind it to fall, the announcer attempts to calm the spectators, but it is all for naught. The mimic begins to speak once again, this time in a more different tone of voice. "Do you see how amazing my power is?! It is no surprise at all that I, DIO, have control over it!" he shouts.
The man blinks in surprise, a look of terror run across his face. "Wait, I'm not Dio." it says.
"OF COURSE NOT! BUT I AM!" he shouts, the look of terror turning into an evil grin. The mimic clenches its head in pain, as if trying to fight off a telepathic attack on its brain. "HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE?! YOUR SPIRIT SHOULD HAVE NO CONTROL OVER ME!" it shouts.
Meanwhile Gin, unsure of what's happening, decides to take advantage of this and charges the mimic with a shield fist at the ready. He then delivers a direct hit to its face, sending him flying. The mimic hits the ground, creating a dust cloud as it lands. "That got tha bastard, Gin! He's finished!" Baltair shouts. Gin squints his eyes, looking for any sign of movement within the cloud as it begins to clear.
The cloud dissipates, and the space the form of Dio once occupied, was now taken up by something new. The mimic stood up and lit a cigar, taking a puff of smoke and blowing it away soon after. "Thanks for that son, if you hadn't interrupted I wouldn't have been able to shift out of that form. Now what was the name of this one? Ah yes, Armstrong. Senator Steven Armstrong." it said. The mimic takes another puff of the cigar and throws it away. "Now then, Let's go." it said.
"The hell are you thinking?!" Gin said.
The mimic charges forward and slams Gin with an uppercut, sending him up into the air. As Gin falls back down, the mimic kicks him out of the air. Baltair jumps into the fray, swinging his sword like a madman, however the sword doesn't even leave a scratch on the mimic. "Why won't you die?!" Baltair screamed. The mimic smiled and and held up its arm, its color transitioned from white to black and back to white again. "Nanomachines, son. They harden in response to physical trauma! You can't hurt me, Scotsman!" the mimic exclaimed. Baltair tried stabbing the creature, but the sword wouldn't even pierce the skin. The mimic then grabbed Baltair's sword and broke it clean in two, shocking the Scotsman. Baltair then received a punch to the gut, which sent him flying backwards. "Now what did I just say?" the mimic said in a mocking tone.
"EAT THIS YOU POLITICAL FUCK" rang a voice.
The mimic turned around in time to receive five in the eyes from Gin, causing him to go reeling backwards. It recovers and stares at Gin with a look of shock on its face. "Nobody should be able to hurt me while I'm like this, so how the hell is a scrawny kid like you able to?" he asked. "Ain't it obvious?" Gin asked back, "I'm a prime of course." he said.
"A prime? Oh this is just fantastic!" the mimic said. "Looks like I'll be able to take over the moors much sooner than I expected after I'm done here!" it said. "The hell are you talking about? You want to take over the Moors?" Gin asked, surprised. "What? Did you think I was here for the hell of it? Think about it son! Why would a spirit mimic hang around a coliseum where people fight to the death?" it asked. Gin thought for a second, and then the realization struck him, "You're...harvesting the spirits of the dead so you can have an arsenal of transformations to take on Dracula?!" he said. "Exactly! That old fool Dracula is still loyal to Diablo of all people, and he's stuck in the Underverse with no way back! It's time some new blood took over, someone with vision, someone who's willing to follow his own path instead of one laid out by a master who has no chance of returning!" it said.
"That is the most batshit insane plan I've ever heard! And I was gonna bust down the guy's front door!" Gin exclaimed. "Hmph, I don't expect you to understand. JUST DIE!" the mimic shouted as it charged towards Gin once more. Gin, now ready this time, charged towards the mimic as well. The two fighters threw a right hook at the other, with Gin landing a direct hit on the Mimic while dodging the other's punch. The mimic flew backwards, hitting the coliseum wall with enough force to make an indent in it. Gin breathed a sigh of relief, the fight was over. "Bastard should've known he wouldn't be as powerful as a prime. No wonder he thought getting powerful forms would help him against Dracula." he said to himself.
Gin then walked over to Baltair and stretch out a hand to help him up, to which Baltair thankfully took. This happy moment was short lived however, as Baltair began to shout "GIN WATCH OUT!". Gin turned around in time to see the mimic, now taking the form of a Liger, leaping at him with claws out ready to dig in. Without enough time to react, Gin prepared for the worst. And then...the claws never came. Gin looked up and saw the body of a now headless Liger laying on the ground, with a man covered in stab wounds standing next to it. "One day we may all die, but today, IS NOT THE DAY CLARK RYLAN DIES!" Clark yelled at the top of his lungs. He was then hit on the head with the butt of a sword, knocking him unconscious. "Bloody drama queens. Always on about not dyin' or losin'." Baltair huffed.
"Whaaa, Ye leavin' already Gin?" Baltair asked.
"Yeah, I wanna get back to adventuring, plus I heard over at the stables that there's something cool happening back at the nexus." Gin said.
"Alright then, take care o' yerself Gin! And come back ta visit, we'll take the coliseum on together again!" Baltair said.
"Yeah, okay. You're on Baltair!" Gin said as he hopped onto Tonic's back. "Don't spend all that prize money in one place okay?"
"Ha! Don' worry, I'll be sure to spread it out evenly between every tavern in camelot!" Baltair joked.
Gin laughed and stared off into the distance, the gate was far to the west, but on his faithful steed Tonic it wouldn't take him very long to get there. He bid farewell to Baltair and set off, to his next adventure!
Time comes to a halt, the mimic smiles as a figure appears out of thin air and delivers multiple blows to Dayton. Afterwards, the figure disappears and the flow of time returns to normal. Dayton is then hit with the force of each punch that was given to him during the timestop, and is flung straight through a wall. People flee in terror as the lack of support from the now ruined wall causes the stands behind it to fall, the announcer attempts to calm the spectators, but it is all for naught. The mimic begins to speak once again, this time in a more different tone of voice. "Do you see how amazing my power is?! It is no surprise at all that I, DIO, have control over it!" he shouts.
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The man blinks in surprise, a look of terror run across his face. "Wait, I'm not Dio." it says.
"OF COURSE NOT! BUT I AM!" he shouts, the look of terror turning into an evil grin. The mimic clenches its head in pain, as if trying to fight off a telepathic attack on its brain. "HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE?! YOUR SPIRIT SHOULD HAVE NO CONTROL OVER ME!" it shouts.
Meanwhile Gin, unsure of what's happening, decides to take advantage of this and charges the mimic with a shield fist at the ready. He then delivers a direct hit to its face, sending him flying. The mimic hits the ground, creating a dust cloud as it lands. "That got tha bastard, Gin! He's finished!" Baltair shouts. Gin squints his eyes, looking for any sign of movement within the cloud as it begins to clear.
***
The cloud dissipates, and the space the form of Dio once occupied, was now taken up by something new. The mimic stood up and lit a cigar, taking a puff of smoke and blowing it away soon after. "Thanks for that son, if you hadn't interrupted I wouldn't have been able to shift out of that form. Now what was the name of this one? Ah yes, Armstrong. Senator Steven Armstrong." it said. The mimic takes another puff of the cigar and throws it away. "Now then, Let's go." it said.
"The hell are you thinking?!" Gin said.
The mimic charges forward and slams Gin with an uppercut, sending him up into the air. As Gin falls back down, the mimic kicks him out of the air. Baltair jumps into the fray, swinging his sword like a madman, however the sword doesn't even leave a scratch on the mimic. "Why won't you die?!" Baltair screamed. The mimic smiled and and held up its arm, its color transitioned from white to black and back to white again. "Nanomachines, son. They harden in response to physical trauma! You can't hurt me, Scotsman!" the mimic exclaimed. Baltair tried stabbing the creature, but the sword wouldn't even pierce the skin. The mimic then grabbed Baltair's sword and broke it clean in two, shocking the Scotsman. Baltair then received a punch to the gut, which sent him flying backwards. "Now what did I just say?" the mimic said in a mocking tone.
"EAT THIS YOU POLITICAL FUCK" rang a voice.
The mimic turned around in time to receive five in the eyes from Gin, causing him to go reeling backwards. It recovers and stares at Gin with a look of shock on its face. "Nobody should be able to hurt me while I'm like this, so how the hell is a scrawny kid like you able to?" he asked. "Ain't it obvious?" Gin asked back, "I'm a prime of course." he said.
"A prime? Oh this is just fantastic!" the mimic said. "Looks like I'll be able to take over the moors much sooner than I expected after I'm done here!" it said. "The hell are you talking about? You want to take over the Moors?" Gin asked, surprised. "What? Did you think I was here for the hell of it? Think about it son! Why would a spirit mimic hang around a coliseum where people fight to the death?" it asked. Gin thought for a second, and then the realization struck him, "You're...harvesting the spirits of the dead so you can have an arsenal of transformations to take on Dracula?!" he said. "Exactly! That old fool Dracula is still loyal to Diablo of all people, and he's stuck in the Underverse with no way back! It's time some new blood took over, someone with vision, someone who's willing to follow his own path instead of one laid out by a master who has no chance of returning!" it said.
"That is the most batshit insane plan I've ever heard! And I was gonna bust down the guy's front door!" Gin exclaimed. "Hmph, I don't expect you to understand. JUST DIE!" the mimic shouted as it charged towards Gin once more. Gin, now ready this time, charged towards the mimic as well. The two fighters threw a right hook at the other, with Gin landing a direct hit on the Mimic while dodging the other's punch. The mimic flew backwards, hitting the coliseum wall with enough force to make an indent in it. Gin breathed a sigh of relief, the fight was over. "Bastard should've known he wouldn't be as powerful as a prime. No wonder he thought getting powerful forms would help him against Dracula." he said to himself.
Gin then walked over to Baltair and stretch out a hand to help him up, to which Baltair thankfully took. This happy moment was short lived however, as Baltair began to shout "GIN WATCH OUT!". Gin turned around in time to see the mimic, now taking the form of a Liger, leaping at him with claws out ready to dig in. Without enough time to react, Gin prepared for the worst. And then...the claws never came. Gin looked up and saw the body of a now headless Liger laying on the ground, with a man covered in stab wounds standing next to it. "One day we may all die, but today, IS NOT THE DAY CLARK RYLAN DIES!" Clark yelled at the top of his lungs. He was then hit on the head with the butt of a sword, knocking him unconscious. "Bloody drama queens. Always on about not dyin' or losin'." Baltair huffed.
**~Later~**
"Whaaa, Ye leavin' already Gin?" Baltair asked.
"Yeah, I wanna get back to adventuring, plus I heard over at the stables that there's something cool happening back at the nexus." Gin said.
"Alright then, take care o' yerself Gin! And come back ta visit, we'll take the coliseum on together again!" Baltair said.
"Yeah, okay. You're on Baltair!" Gin said as he hopped onto Tonic's back. "Don't spend all that prize money in one place okay?"
"Ha! Don' worry, I'll be sure to spread it out evenly between every tavern in camelot!" Baltair joked.
Gin laughed and stared off into the distance, the gate was far to the west, but on his faithful steed Tonic it wouldn't take him very long to get there. He bid farewell to Baltair and set off, to his next adventure!
Quote:To be continued in: DANTE'S ABYSS
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