10-13-2015, 09:54 AM
Ballad stared at the red-hooded teen, shocked at how easily the kid rolled it of the way of his attack. Under normal circumstances, he'd have crushed his skull wide open. Then he just... dodged. Like he knew it was coming. Of fucking course. This kid had something else up his sleeve. Can't keep thinking these people aren't dangerous. or I'm going to get my ass beat.
Though, to be fair, it wasn't like he was losing. Hell, he felt like he was winning more than anything. Adam must've felt the same way. His defense was simply too much for blind rage and the power of a lightsaber to punch through. He couldn't take him on head on, or to the side, or anywhere or... at range.
A metaphorical lightbulb turns on above Adam's head. The crossbow! I can use it! Try to shoot him before he absolutely destroys me. He didn't pick it up, so it should still be there. Just need to keep him distracted long enough to go and get it.
And with that, the melee resumes. Both characters taking whacks at each other, with neither getting anywhere past occasional bruises and cuts. Adam was just a little too fast, and with his powers returning, he could more easily predict Ballad before he acts. Doesn't really help when he was blocking two-thirds of his attacks, which was just downright annoying.
Ballad, too, was getting irritated. This fucking runt won't stop dodging his attacks. If only he was faster, then he wouldn't be having this problem.
Suddenly, as Ballad raises his pickaxe upwards for an overhead swing, Adam takes advantage of the situation. Raising his red lightsaber upwards and twisting it horizontally, he manages to parry the attack as it comes down. Sliding to the cabbage man's left, he proceeds to make a clean slice horizontally down his left side, causing the man to cry out in pain.
Ballad proceeds to take a few steps back, his slightly burned foot suddenly sparking with pain as he steps on it wrong. His uninjured leg stumbles forward, similar to how Adam did when Ballad got the upper hand, as he grips his wound. Red blood was flowing out of it. A nice, clean wound. For the love of god, if he loses to this red-hooded bitch, he will go fucking bonkers.
Speaking of going bonkers, the crowd had been doing that for a while already. The shouting and the gasps and the boos and the jeers constantly bellowed out into the stadium. A gigantic cacophony of noise. But Ballad had drowned them out a long while ago. He had done that to others before, and this wasn't a new thing for him.
Standing back up, he twirls his pickaxe, ready to fight some more as he sees Adam running away from him. What the fuck is he doing? Something sneaky, he knew it. So he did not give chase. Whatever he was going for couldn't be anything good. But there was hardly anything over there, so what could-
The crossbow.
His eyes almost glowed in realization as he began to half-run, half-stumble towards the direction of where he last remembered the crossbow. As he does this, he drops the pickaxe, taking out his revolver. If it came down to ranged combat, he'll hopefully get a shot off before getting shot himself.
That was what was weird about this whole thing. Not the cheering crowd, or the amateur play-like setting, nor even the medieval weaponry. It was the fact that, for what appeared to be the first time in.. forever, he'd found a respectable opponent. All others he'd faced looked dangerous but harmless, or not harmless at all. Not this guy, and he wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing.
Dashing around the corner, he raises his revolver, only to fly backwards as a crossbow bolt lodges itself into his chest armor, with him lying face down on the ground,
Adam stared at the body, his lightsaber clipped to his belt. It worked. He couldn't believe it actually worked. Chuckling in joy, he sets down the crossbow, standing back up from his kneeling position. It was a gamble, but it worked. But he had to be sure.
Igniting his lightsaber, he walks up to the body of Ballad. As he does this, he begins to feel rather quesy in his stomach, like that moment when Ballad nearly brained him with his pickaxe.
Though, to be fair, it wasn't like he was losing. Hell, he felt like he was winning more than anything. Adam must've felt the same way. His defense was simply too much for blind rage and the power of a lightsaber to punch through. He couldn't take him on head on, or to the side, or anywhere or... at range.
A metaphorical lightbulb turns on above Adam's head. The crossbow! I can use it! Try to shoot him before he absolutely destroys me. He didn't pick it up, so it should still be there. Just need to keep him distracted long enough to go and get it.
And with that, the melee resumes. Both characters taking whacks at each other, with neither getting anywhere past occasional bruises and cuts. Adam was just a little too fast, and with his powers returning, he could more easily predict Ballad before he acts. Doesn't really help when he was blocking two-thirds of his attacks, which was just downright annoying.
Ballad, too, was getting irritated. This fucking runt won't stop dodging his attacks. If only he was faster, then he wouldn't be having this problem.
Suddenly, as Ballad raises his pickaxe upwards for an overhead swing, Adam takes advantage of the situation. Raising his red lightsaber upwards and twisting it horizontally, he manages to parry the attack as it comes down. Sliding to the cabbage man's left, he proceeds to make a clean slice horizontally down his left side, causing the man to cry out in pain.
Ballad proceeds to take a few steps back, his slightly burned foot suddenly sparking with pain as he steps on it wrong. His uninjured leg stumbles forward, similar to how Adam did when Ballad got the upper hand, as he grips his wound. Red blood was flowing out of it. A nice, clean wound. For the love of god, if he loses to this red-hooded bitch, he will go fucking bonkers.
Speaking of going bonkers, the crowd had been doing that for a while already. The shouting and the gasps and the boos and the jeers constantly bellowed out into the stadium. A gigantic cacophony of noise. But Ballad had drowned them out a long while ago. He had done that to others before, and this wasn't a new thing for him.
Standing back up, he twirls his pickaxe, ready to fight some more as he sees Adam running away from him. What the fuck is he doing? Something sneaky, he knew it. So he did not give chase. Whatever he was going for couldn't be anything good. But there was hardly anything over there, so what could-
The crossbow.
His eyes almost glowed in realization as he began to half-run, half-stumble towards the direction of where he last remembered the crossbow. As he does this, he drops the pickaxe, taking out his revolver. If it came down to ranged combat, he'll hopefully get a shot off before getting shot himself.
That was what was weird about this whole thing. Not the cheering crowd, or the amateur play-like setting, nor even the medieval weaponry. It was the fact that, for what appeared to be the first time in.. forever, he'd found a respectable opponent. All others he'd faced looked dangerous but harmless, or not harmless at all. Not this guy, and he wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing.
Dashing around the corner, he raises his revolver, only to fly backwards as a crossbow bolt lodges itself into his chest armor, with him lying face down on the ground,
Adam stared at the body, his lightsaber clipped to his belt. It worked. He couldn't believe it actually worked. Chuckling in joy, he sets down the crossbow, standing back up from his kneeling position. It was a gamble, but it worked. But he had to be sure.
Igniting his lightsaber, he walks up to the body of Ballad. As he does this, he begins to feel rather quesy in his stomach, like that moment when Ballad nearly brained him with his pickaxe.
Quote:I believe that is the final round. This was rather fun!
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