10-07-2015, 07:54 AM
At least it had hit. That was what really counted in this entirely fucked up mess of a situation.
"It was SUPPOSED to hurt, you fu--" He was stopped in his tracks before he could even get up a good head of steam going with his rant, and promptly had his glasses nearly knocked off of his face with the intensity of the angry troll's roar right in his face. There is a brief look of intense disgust before Adam hits the ground, sending snow flying every which way, and earning a sharp, pained exhalation of protest, his already aching midsection crying out angrily for violent retribution. He barely has the time to even consider getting his arms under himself to get upright before there is what absolutely must be the fucking golf club of god himself driving into Adam's ribcage.
There is a faint, splintery crack, which as Adam realizes reminds him just a little of the sound of snapping particularly robust sticks. Then he is in the frigid air, sent spinning end over end, only to end up hitting the ground with a dull, fluffy thud. He rolls and flops pitifully across the snowy ground for several feet before finally the momentum leaves him. Along the way he has not only lost his grasp on his mostly useless -- for now, anyway -- primary weapon, the laser-spewing firearm lost somewhere among the snow, but has managed to nearly end up choking on his own breath from the immense, unbearable pain that had replaced his midsection.
He coughs. An unpleasant taste accompanies it. "Please don't be blood..." is the only rational thought to come to his mind. "Oh dear god this was stupid....mistakes were made, this was one... OH GOOD FUCK NO!"
Fingers almost numb from the cold, it takes Adam a moment to realize one shaking fist is still tightly clutching his lightsaber. And he swings it up, desperately taking hold with both hands to try and ward off the vicious onslaught coming full steam ahead for his face. In a contest of direct strength, there was no way he was going to keep the barrage of blows from brutalizing his everything. Even after barely managing to turn aside a few, resulting in several deeply dented patches of snow and cracked earth below, his hands and arms were already on fire, the shock of trying to even deflect and turn aside strikes from someone as much stronger as Gamzee was wearing on him quickly. He was quick enough to mostly keep up with the troll's berserk movements, even feeling as chilled and out of it as he was from cold and pain, and he could read and guess where the blows were going to come smashing down, for the most part...
But it didn't help him in the end. He finally slipped up, and with a grating of metal, one strike managed to simply glance off his attempt to block it and come crashing down on his face. There was a shattering of glass and metal, his glasses utterly ruined, and for a moment he couldn't see anything but stars and a vague red mist. Then he felt another glancing blow carom off the side of his skull and smash the snowy ground. This was going to end very, very unpleasantly if he couldn't do something, and fast.
Desperation and no small amount of steadily-growing panic and pain clouding his rational thought, he struck back. His good leg came up in a swift kick, aiming to plant itself in Gamzee's midsection, hoping against hope to just push him off for even a second. So caught up in his assault, the troll was caught off guard, letting out a whuff of expelled breath, and staggering dumbly upright, though looking more surprised than actually seriously hurt by the surprise tactic. But it did give Adam the moment he needed. He brought his light saber up and around in a wide sweep, aiming for the hand holding that damn juggling club. There was a ringing clang, and the laser blade bounced away with only a bright purple gash on the club-holding hand to show for it, though it did throw the subjuggulator further off balance -- enough to let Adam bring up both legs this time, and plant a much more desperately focused kick, finally tipping the balance and knocking Gamzee onto his back and letting Adam free.
And he took his chance as best he could, scrambling away as quickly as possible to regain his feet. "This...." he heaved out with a mouthful of blood and what he seriously hoped wasn't a tooth. "....was nothing but shit."
"It was SUPPOSED to hurt, you fu--" He was stopped in his tracks before he could even get up a good head of steam going with his rant, and promptly had his glasses nearly knocked off of his face with the intensity of the angry troll's roar right in his face. There is a brief look of intense disgust before Adam hits the ground, sending snow flying every which way, and earning a sharp, pained exhalation of protest, his already aching midsection crying out angrily for violent retribution. He barely has the time to even consider getting his arms under himself to get upright before there is what absolutely must be the fucking golf club of god himself driving into Adam's ribcage.
There is a faint, splintery crack, which as Adam realizes reminds him just a little of the sound of snapping particularly robust sticks. Then he is in the frigid air, sent spinning end over end, only to end up hitting the ground with a dull, fluffy thud. He rolls and flops pitifully across the snowy ground for several feet before finally the momentum leaves him. Along the way he has not only lost his grasp on his mostly useless -- for now, anyway -- primary weapon, the laser-spewing firearm lost somewhere among the snow, but has managed to nearly end up choking on his own breath from the immense, unbearable pain that had replaced his midsection.
He coughs. An unpleasant taste accompanies it. "Please don't be blood..." is the only rational thought to come to his mind. "Oh dear god this was stupid....mistakes were made, this was one... OH GOOD FUCK NO!"
Fingers almost numb from the cold, it takes Adam a moment to realize one shaking fist is still tightly clutching his lightsaber. And he swings it up, desperately taking hold with both hands to try and ward off the vicious onslaught coming full steam ahead for his face. In a contest of direct strength, there was no way he was going to keep the barrage of blows from brutalizing his everything. Even after barely managing to turn aside a few, resulting in several deeply dented patches of snow and cracked earth below, his hands and arms were already on fire, the shock of trying to even deflect and turn aside strikes from someone as much stronger as Gamzee was wearing on him quickly. He was quick enough to mostly keep up with the troll's berserk movements, even feeling as chilled and out of it as he was from cold and pain, and he could read and guess where the blows were going to come smashing down, for the most part...
But it didn't help him in the end. He finally slipped up, and with a grating of metal, one strike managed to simply glance off his attempt to block it and come crashing down on his face. There was a shattering of glass and metal, his glasses utterly ruined, and for a moment he couldn't see anything but stars and a vague red mist. Then he felt another glancing blow carom off the side of his skull and smash the snowy ground. This was going to end very, very unpleasantly if he couldn't do something, and fast.
Desperation and no small amount of steadily-growing panic and pain clouding his rational thought, he struck back. His good leg came up in a swift kick, aiming to plant itself in Gamzee's midsection, hoping against hope to just push him off for even a second. So caught up in his assault, the troll was caught off guard, letting out a whuff of expelled breath, and staggering dumbly upright, though looking more surprised than actually seriously hurt by the surprise tactic. But it did give Adam the moment he needed. He brought his light saber up and around in a wide sweep, aiming for the hand holding that damn juggling club. There was a ringing clang, and the laser blade bounced away with only a bright purple gash on the club-holding hand to show for it, though it did throw the subjuggulator further off balance -- enough to let Adam bring up both legs this time, and plant a much more desperately focused kick, finally tipping the balance and knocking Gamzee onto his back and letting Adam free.
And he took his chance as best he could, scrambling away as quickly as possible to regain his feet. "This...." he heaved out with a mouthful of blood and what he seriously hoped wasn't a tooth. "....was nothing but shit."
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