10-16-2015, 12:23 PM
A veritable storm of strikes crashed into Strazio's face like so many numbing thunderbolts. His nose spewed a deluge of blood and his mouth tasted like a pool of copper. Thoughts and plans were battered away as fast as they came from Gamzee's whirlwind of punches. The withering series of strikes left Strazio's mind in a state of stupor. Finally the troll relented, finishing his wicked assault with a devastating headbutt. For the first moment in what seemed like years Strazio could focus on escaping. Energy charged through his veins and saturated his muscles.
“Get off me!”
For an ephemeral moment Strazio had the strength of a bear. The troll pushed against the super-charged mage, trying to keep him pinned. The two sat deadlocked, their bodies quivering at the strain levied against eachother. The energy that juiced his muscles began to fade and Strazio knew he had one last chance to break free. He gritted his teeth together, almost grinding them to dust, as he pushed against the troll. The final surge of strength allowed Strazio to peel the troll from his winning position. Gamzee stumbled back as the mage pushed with incredible force. Strazio stumbled back to his feet. His muscle tissue was now ravaged from the destructive energy that powered his burst of strength.
The roar of a the crowd was a distant murmur, the troll's fists had left Strazio's head spinning. A couple good strikes to his ears turned the mage's world into nothing but a stinging ring. Blood dripped onto the dusty floor as it poured from his nose. His white undershirt was stained a dirty crimson color. His teeth felt loose and his gums swelled with the taste of blood. This fight was far from over, but he had already expended too much energy. Gamzee looked a bit burnt and bruised, but the troll stood tall and ready for more.
He couldn't keep fighting the troll in a straight slugfest, that would be foolish, but he did have an edge in the fight. A sick reward offered to him for surviving late into the abyss, a simple book bound in something reminiscent to human skin. The Necronomicon felt like a heavy answer strapped to Strazio's side. He hadn't used it before, but now seemed as good a time as any. The book was unclasped from its holster and the mage held it in front of his face. He couldn't read the profane words scrawled within, but he knew their purpose.
“You gonna read me a story motherfucker?" Gamzee taunted.
“Yeah, a real fuckin' scary one” Strazio shouted through a mouthful of blood.
Dark energies swirled around the book as Strazio called upon the corrupted power. From the ground three corpses dressed in tattered battle regalia crawled from their earthen tombs. The Colosseum was not built upon a graveyard, but the memories of the Deserters mixed with the twisted will of the Necromonicon forme the undead warriors. The first two zombies arose with murderous intent, their gaunt bodies rushed towards the troll while the third one stayed behind next to Strazio. They were clumsy, but their sheer tenacity and unwillingness to stay down gave Gamzee two unyielding punching bags. Strazio placed his hand onto the back of the third zombie and began to manipulate the latent explosive energy hidden within its flesh.
Gamzee's agility and raw strength was more than enough to keep the two clumsy warriors at bay, but no matter how hard he swung the zombies would simply stand back up and rush him again. The troll growled in frustration and reeled back his clubs, pulling into a stance similar to a big-league hitter. With one tremendous blow he sent the head of the first warrior flying across the battlefield. The headless body fell to the ground and withered away to dust. His minor victory was short-lived as the third zombie rushed him. The creature's eyes were a bright white and its skin barely contained the roiling energy within.
*BOOM*
A massive explosion rocked the battlefield as the energy-infused creature detonated itself. Another cloud of dirt was kicked up from this explosion and Strazio was certain that Gamzee had been vaporized. He sighed in relief and clasped the Necronomicon back to his hip. From the dust a juggling club was thrown at breakneck speeds and crashed into Strazio's sternum, knocking the wind from his lungs and forcing him to double over. In between choking gasps of air he asked.
“Why. Won't. You. Fucking. Die?”
“Get off me!”
For an ephemeral moment Strazio had the strength of a bear. The troll pushed against the super-charged mage, trying to keep him pinned. The two sat deadlocked, their bodies quivering at the strain levied against eachother. The energy that juiced his muscles began to fade and Strazio knew he had one last chance to break free. He gritted his teeth together, almost grinding them to dust, as he pushed against the troll. The final surge of strength allowed Strazio to peel the troll from his winning position. Gamzee stumbled back as the mage pushed with incredible force. Strazio stumbled back to his feet. His muscle tissue was now ravaged from the destructive energy that powered his burst of strength.
The roar of a the crowd was a distant murmur, the troll's fists had left Strazio's head spinning. A couple good strikes to his ears turned the mage's world into nothing but a stinging ring. Blood dripped onto the dusty floor as it poured from his nose. His white undershirt was stained a dirty crimson color. His teeth felt loose and his gums swelled with the taste of blood. This fight was far from over, but he had already expended too much energy. Gamzee looked a bit burnt and bruised, but the troll stood tall and ready for more.
He couldn't keep fighting the troll in a straight slugfest, that would be foolish, but he did have an edge in the fight. A sick reward offered to him for surviving late into the abyss, a simple book bound in something reminiscent to human skin. The Necronomicon felt like a heavy answer strapped to Strazio's side. He hadn't used it before, but now seemed as good a time as any. The book was unclasped from its holster and the mage held it in front of his face. He couldn't read the profane words scrawled within, but he knew their purpose.
“You gonna read me a story motherfucker?" Gamzee taunted.
“Yeah, a real fuckin' scary one” Strazio shouted through a mouthful of blood.
Dark energies swirled around the book as Strazio called upon the corrupted power. From the ground three corpses dressed in tattered battle regalia crawled from their earthen tombs. The Colosseum was not built upon a graveyard, but the memories of the Deserters mixed with the twisted will of the Necromonicon forme the undead warriors. The first two zombies arose with murderous intent, their gaunt bodies rushed towards the troll while the third one stayed behind next to Strazio. They were clumsy, but their sheer tenacity and unwillingness to stay down gave Gamzee two unyielding punching bags. Strazio placed his hand onto the back of the third zombie and began to manipulate the latent explosive energy hidden within its flesh.
Gamzee's agility and raw strength was more than enough to keep the two clumsy warriors at bay, but no matter how hard he swung the zombies would simply stand back up and rush him again. The troll growled in frustration and reeled back his clubs, pulling into a stance similar to a big-league hitter. With one tremendous blow he sent the head of the first warrior flying across the battlefield. The headless body fell to the ground and withered away to dust. His minor victory was short-lived as the third zombie rushed him. The creature's eyes were a bright white and its skin barely contained the roiling energy within.
*BOOM*
A massive explosion rocked the battlefield as the energy-infused creature detonated itself. Another cloud of dirt was kicked up from this explosion and Strazio was certain that Gamzee had been vaporized. He sighed in relief and clasped the Necronomicon back to his hip. From the dust a juggling club was thrown at breakneck speeds and crashed into Strazio's sternum, knocking the wind from his lungs and forcing him to double over. In between choking gasps of air he asked.
“Why. Won't. You. Fucking. Die?”
Quote: [spoiler]Used Overcharge <!-- l --><a class="postlink-local" href="http://omniverse-rpg.com/viewtopic.php?f=30&t=1961&p=14843#p14843">viewtopic.php?f=30&t=1961&p=14843#p14843</a><!-- l --> and won't be able to use it again this fight unless I want to take 2 damage.[/spoiler]
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