10-05-2015, 06:00 AM
He was trying not to let the shivers of horribly repressed memories mess with his attempts to keep his aim steady. But when Gamzee got back up, and sees the look on the troll's face -- not to mention the blood seeping from the grazing wound he'd managed to inflict -- all pretenses of remaining calm and rational desert him.
There is a moment of trying to get his aim back on track, the sight of his cleverly-concealed rifle dancing everywhere but where it actually needed to be, before there is a sound not that un-reminiscent of a dying cat and Adam departs from his former location with all the speed he can muster. Not even taking the time to turn around and really put some distance between him and the source of his very real panic, he simply rushes back and away, hovering backwards at what basically amounted to a swift jog. It wasn't fast enough.
With another burst of movement just like the one where he had introduced his clubs to Adam's ribcage, Gamzee was suddenly right in Adam's personal space again, grinning that fucking insane clown grin. Oh god please no. He had a moment to notice the clubs were raised up, overhead, looking to come down on Adam's head, and Adam gives a panicked yelp of "No...!" and swipes his lightsaber up to intercept a blow that never really came...not that he'd have been able to do much to really deflect it anyway. One did not simply turn aside that much strength when you were nowhere near as strong yourself.
The unexpected kick comes up, and hits home. There is a sound not unlike air being rapidly let out of a balloon, and Adam just kind of....falls backward, seeing, quite literally, sparks thanks to his daze, as the clubs smash against each other in the space where his head had been just moments before. He does the only thing he can to try and retaliate, swiping down with his still partially upraised arm with his fancy new laser sword, swinging it about in what he hoped would be an effective arc to try and get Gamzee to back off for even a second or two, and then he hit the ground.
Whump. Despite landing in snow, it was not as soft or pleasant a landing as it was always made out to be.
He took a few deep breaths to try and get his breath back and ignore the pain, planting both elbows on the ground and heaving his shaky ass up. For the moment, panic was being overridden by pain. And it gave him an idea. He depressed the second trigger of his trusty firearm, and immediately he could hear the telltale hum of it building energy for its second trick. Adam had been listening out for it, and expecting it, but Gamzee... With any luck, the overall noise of the swirling snow and the obnoxious glow and more prominent sizzling and hum of the lightsaber would drown it out and he wouldn't catch wind of it until it was too late.
He practically crawled back upright and pushed up off the ground to hover nearly half a foot above it this time, his breathing and posture still shaky from the pain, but looking more determined than ready to flee. For now, at any rate.
There is a moment of trying to get his aim back on track, the sight of his cleverly-concealed rifle dancing everywhere but where it actually needed to be, before there is a sound not that un-reminiscent of a dying cat and Adam departs from his former location with all the speed he can muster. Not even taking the time to turn around and really put some distance between him and the source of his very real panic, he simply rushes back and away, hovering backwards at what basically amounted to a swift jog. It wasn't fast enough.
With another burst of movement just like the one where he had introduced his clubs to Adam's ribcage, Gamzee was suddenly right in Adam's personal space again, grinning that fucking insane clown grin. Oh god please no. He had a moment to notice the clubs were raised up, overhead, looking to come down on Adam's head, and Adam gives a panicked yelp of "No...!" and swipes his lightsaber up to intercept a blow that never really came...not that he'd have been able to do much to really deflect it anyway. One did not simply turn aside that much strength when you were nowhere near as strong yourself.
The unexpected kick comes up, and hits home. There is a sound not unlike air being rapidly let out of a balloon, and Adam just kind of....falls backward, seeing, quite literally, sparks thanks to his daze, as the clubs smash against each other in the space where his head had been just moments before. He does the only thing he can to try and retaliate, swiping down with his still partially upraised arm with his fancy new laser sword, swinging it about in what he hoped would be an effective arc to try and get Gamzee to back off for even a second or two, and then he hit the ground.
Whump. Despite landing in snow, it was not as soft or pleasant a landing as it was always made out to be.
He took a few deep breaths to try and get his breath back and ignore the pain, planting both elbows on the ground and heaving his shaky ass up. For the moment, panic was being overridden by pain. And it gave him an idea. He depressed the second trigger of his trusty firearm, and immediately he could hear the telltale hum of it building energy for its second trick. Adam had been listening out for it, and expecting it, but Gamzee... With any luck, the overall noise of the swirling snow and the obnoxious glow and more prominent sizzling and hum of the lightsaber would drown it out and he wouldn't catch wind of it until it was too late.
He practically crawled back upright and pushed up off the ground to hover nearly half a foot above it this time, his breathing and posture still shaky from the pain, but looking more determined than ready to flee. For now, at any rate.
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