Colosseum - Round 1, Group B - Gamzee Makara vs Strazio

[Gamzee Makara]

Gamzee supposes that he should deal with these new threats, but finds that ‘dealing’ with them is a lot harder done than said. Er, easier said than done.

Whatever. Bottom line, motherfuckers won’t die.

The club wielding maniac just kept wailing on ‘em, but these undead dudes just would NOT give up. Truth be told, even though he had the wicked sound of crunching, shattering bones accompanying his every strike, the clown was getting just a little pissed.

Like, just a little.

“MotherFUCKERS!”

*SMACK!*

*CRACK!*

They just kept getting back up. The troll was just wearing himself out at this point. Seeing a brief but obvious opening, he tosses one club into the air. Amethyst eyes sparkling with murderous intent, Gamzee knocks the zombie’s block off with a two handed strike before catching the momentarily discarded juggling pin with a flourish and a bow.

The Capricorn beckons for another pitch. The mage is happy to oblige.

It suddenly (and quite literally) hits the fool that perhaps there were more than just two of these assholes. Another explosion envelopes the alien. What is this, like, the second or third one? Would it kill this two-bit magician to get some new material? Hell yeah it will, if this clown has anything to say about it.

God that ‘splosion hurt like a bitch. It even outright knocked him off his feet this time. The young troll thinks his eyebrows got singed off. With a groan induced from aching bones, he pulls himself from the dusty ground. Damned if he isn’t tired of tryin’ to see through dust. In aggravated frustration and with a whine similar to that of a five year old’s, Gamzee chucks the club in his left hand blindly out of the dust storm.

Judging from the nice smacking sound it sends back to him, the club found purchase, hopefully in the bastard’s face.

Stepping out of the swirling dirt, the Juggalo calmly flourishes his club, spinning it off the palm of his hand. A crazy grin remains plastered across his face at his foe’s voiced annoyance.

“Can’t keep down the Clown, bro,” Clown in question says, chuckling to himself. “Mistress Guu will never forgive me if I fail here. I’m representing her and Ambrosia. I’m fighting for something higher than you, bro-”

The subjugglator is about to launch into a diatribe when suddenly, he doesn’t. Something distracts him, something just barely above the dull and ever present roar of the crowd, Gamzee hears it.

“...YOU FUCKING CLOWN IF YOU LOSE I AM NEVER SPEAKING TO YOU AGAIN!”

Ada-

Oh.

Ouch.

The bard supposes that maybe there was another zombie.

Looking down at the ancient blade protruding from his stomach, he confirms that there was indeed another zombie.

Looking up at the smiling mage, Gamzee also suspects that maybe his explosion loving foe believes that he has won the fight.

He is sorely mistaken.

With a spine tingling cackle, the High-Blood begins to bust a gut. In his revelry, he coughs up some royal blood.

It tastes so good...

Without so much as a glance, the troll sends an elbow flying into his undead friend’s face, which in turn sends his face flying across the arena. Smiling violet eyes still on Rockwell, he begins a slow advance towards his enemy, reaching around his back to (somewhat awkwardly) retrieve the blade from his flesh with a small grunt. It’s covered in a purple, blood-soaked sheen.

Strazio watches enraged, disbelief in his eyes.

“Fucking die already!”

“Heh.”

He lets loose a furious roar, firing a deadly, thin bolt of raw magicks.

Alas, his target is a moving one. He does a cartwheel to the left, beam of energy just barely missing his leg as it spins into the air. The face-painted fool continues his march, smarmy smirk unwavering. The infuriated mage gives another battlecry, accompanied by another bolt of energy.

“Die! Die, damn you!”

Gamzee attempts to weave around this missile, but ultimately fails. A smattering of violet blood wets the dry earth of the Coliseum as the charge catches him in the left shoulder.

Could’ve been his head though, so that’s a win. The clown remains ever grinning.

The two combatants are less than ten paces away now.

The troll takes off at a dead sprint. Strazio prepares to let loose a shockwave of energy at his incoming assailant that never comes.

A chill shimmies its way up his spine.

"Honk."

Gamzee stands behind him, blade raised and ready for the slaughter.

[spoiler]I double checked like, twice. This is 750 to the letter on wordcounter.net.

ALSO: Let it be known that the Adam thing was not planned AT ALL. I saw an opportunity, and I took it purely for story purposes. I hope this does not rustle any jimmies.[/spoiler]