07-06-2018, 05:33 AM
The only way to unveil a trap is to spring it. By allowing the opposition to follow through with their plan, Serraph allowed them to spend precious resources. It wasn't all a complete waste for them, however, because moments after, Serraph could feel the flesh of his right arm withering from decay. The shock hit him before he could inspect the rapidly growing infection and unfortunately, he wouldn't get the chance to. Ass Kicker was upon him before he could make preparations. A vice of flesh and blood closed around the Arrancar's frail neck and dug into his paper skin. Her grip weakened from her devastating wound, but was still strangling the life from him.
"It was a trap, all of it," he thought to himself. His non-afflicted hand clamped to her wrist in a vain attempt to gain a moment’s reprieve.
"I'm going to tear yer head off and feed it to my doggo for what you did to Kerri, kid." she spat, her lips dripping with crimson ichor.
"Y-you," Serraph struggled, his diseased arm digging into the dirt beside him, "need to read more, kid."
He'd closed his hand around a small shard, its sharp edge slicing open a pus-filled boil in the palm of his hand. The infectious soup spilled onto the ground, soaking the earth beneath. His hand clenched a fistful of the infected dirt. In one fluid motion, one hand pulled back her night vision goggles, his other shoved a fistful of blighted muck into her eyes. She released his neck and cried out in confused agony. Serraph released his grip on the bulky goggles, the recoil snapping against her face before she could prevent it. She clawed wildly at her face, desperately trying to remove the scourge that had undoubtedly already begun to ravage her eyes.
Serraph's ever-present grin burned away the moment he sprung to his feet. He'd stumbled in his hasty retreat, his body burning from the pestilence that spread deep into his core. His teeth gritted as he willed himself to move. His eyes observed through the visor of his goggles, watching in slight amusement at the desperate cat and mouse between Sasuke and the sly Queen Kerrigan. This new power of his allowed him to tip the scales, keeping up with Kerrigan and more. She'd attack and he'd weave himself inside her guard to land powerful blows. His art was flawless. She staggered back and Sasuke stood his ground, the shinobi’s hands a blur as they weaved signs of power.
"That's it!"
Serraph's hands mirrored Sasuke's, channeling his spiritual power into the signs he wove. "Rat, Tiger, Dog, Ox, Rabbit, Tiger," he chanted in his mind, giving power behind his movements. His hands pulled to his lips.
"Fire style! Pheonix Fire Jutsu!", the Nippurian team cried, sending forth a barrage of flaming projectiles on both sides at Kerrigan. She braced herself and called up her Hydralisks to take the brunt of the attack, but most hit their mark regardless. Serraph panted hard and stumbled forward, the disease instilling a sense of dizziness within him. With as much energy as he could muster, he burst forward and launched himself at the recovering Zerg Queen, his arms and legs wrapping around her.
"You again? Get off you worthless worm." she growled, her sharp claws tearing at the disease infested arm tightened around her neck. Infected puss and ink dripped down and covered her face. She breathed in fumes drenched of the malady, ebbing from his rotting flesh.
"The gift that keeps on giving."
"Sasuke! Go!" he signaled and the shinobi nodded, sprinting past the struggling pair. She ripped and tore at his flesh, but even still he held on. The Queen of Blades rotated him to a nearby wall and leaped back into it with all her might. Pleased, she repeated this over and over again. Serraph's eyes sealed shut, his false bones snapping and splintering with each powerful collision. He couldn't afford to let go. He had to show them all the might of Nippur, even if his body was reduced to dust.
"Sun Tzu once said ‘Hold out baits to entice the enemy. Feign disorder, and crush him’. Your plan failed the moment you went for the bait." he scolded her, his eyes creaking open to glance at the jagged ceiling and the pitiful supports there. Crimson energy sparked to life over his forehead, the intense spiritual power coalescing into a growing sphere of doom. He then packed it down, condensing its form beyond visual recognition.
"GILGAMESH... IS... GREAT!", He screeched, unleashing the pent-up reiryoku into the supports. The stream of scarlet light blasted away the supports and thrashed against the stone. Kerrigan paused her lethal movements to glance up at the mineshaft ceiling, a look of dread washing over her features. The shaft quaked and groaned as the stones began to descend.
"Silly girl," the arrancar welcomed their oblivion and beamed, “paper beats rock.”
"It was a trap, all of it," he thought to himself. His non-afflicted hand clamped to her wrist in a vain attempt to gain a moment’s reprieve.
"I'm going to tear yer head off and feed it to my doggo for what you did to Kerri, kid." she spat, her lips dripping with crimson ichor.
"Y-you," Serraph struggled, his diseased arm digging into the dirt beside him, "need to read more, kid."
He'd closed his hand around a small shard, its sharp edge slicing open a pus-filled boil in the palm of his hand. The infectious soup spilled onto the ground, soaking the earth beneath. His hand clenched a fistful of the infected dirt. In one fluid motion, one hand pulled back her night vision goggles, his other shoved a fistful of blighted muck into her eyes. She released his neck and cried out in confused agony. Serraph released his grip on the bulky goggles, the recoil snapping against her face before she could prevent it. She clawed wildly at her face, desperately trying to remove the scourge that had undoubtedly already begun to ravage her eyes.
Serraph's ever-present grin burned away the moment he sprung to his feet. He'd stumbled in his hasty retreat, his body burning from the pestilence that spread deep into his core. His teeth gritted as he willed himself to move. His eyes observed through the visor of his goggles, watching in slight amusement at the desperate cat and mouse between Sasuke and the sly Queen Kerrigan. This new power of his allowed him to tip the scales, keeping up with Kerrigan and more. She'd attack and he'd weave himself inside her guard to land powerful blows. His art was flawless. She staggered back and Sasuke stood his ground, the shinobi’s hands a blur as they weaved signs of power.
"That's it!"
Serraph's hands mirrored Sasuke's, channeling his spiritual power into the signs he wove. "Rat, Tiger, Dog, Ox, Rabbit, Tiger," he chanted in his mind, giving power behind his movements. His hands pulled to his lips.
"Fire style! Pheonix Fire Jutsu!", the Nippurian team cried, sending forth a barrage of flaming projectiles on both sides at Kerrigan. She braced herself and called up her Hydralisks to take the brunt of the attack, but most hit their mark regardless. Serraph panted hard and stumbled forward, the disease instilling a sense of dizziness within him. With as much energy as he could muster, he burst forward and launched himself at the recovering Zerg Queen, his arms and legs wrapping around her.
"You again? Get off you worthless worm." she growled, her sharp claws tearing at the disease infested arm tightened around her neck. Infected puss and ink dripped down and covered her face. She breathed in fumes drenched of the malady, ebbing from his rotting flesh.
"The gift that keeps on giving."
"Sasuke! Go!" he signaled and the shinobi nodded, sprinting past the struggling pair. She ripped and tore at his flesh, but even still he held on. The Queen of Blades rotated him to a nearby wall and leaped back into it with all her might. Pleased, she repeated this over and over again. Serraph's eyes sealed shut, his false bones snapping and splintering with each powerful collision. He couldn't afford to let go. He had to show them all the might of Nippur, even if his body was reduced to dust.
"Sun Tzu once said ‘Hold out baits to entice the enemy. Feign disorder, and crush him’. Your plan failed the moment you went for the bait." he scolded her, his eyes creaking open to glance at the jagged ceiling and the pitiful supports there. Crimson energy sparked to life over his forehead, the intense spiritual power coalescing into a growing sphere of doom. He then packed it down, condensing its form beyond visual recognition.
"GILGAMESH... IS... GREAT!", He screeched, unleashing the pent-up reiryoku into the supports. The stream of scarlet light blasted away the supports and thrashed against the stone. Kerrigan paused her lethal movements to glance up at the mineshaft ceiling, a look of dread washing over her features. The shaft quaked and groaned as the stones began to descend.
"Silly girl," the arrancar welcomed their oblivion and beamed, “paper beats rock.”
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current Mimicked things: Sword of Kusanagi, T2 Offensive super Sword of Kusanagi (Chidori Blade), Needle Spines, Burst Speed, Okor's gift , Phoenix Sage Fire Technique
Okor's gift has been spread to Kerrigan and Ass Kicker.
Serraph used naruto jutsu thingy. Feels wierd bruh.
Sasuke has reengaged Bandit
Serraph has collapsed a section of the mineshaft over he and Kerrigan via Cero.
1/4 sp Remaining
"Mine eyes hath seen the glory of the presence of my Lord. He is sifting through the treasures in which his Gates of Wrath does store. He lets loose the righteous vengeance of his terrible swift swords. Gilgemesh has returned!"