10-30-2015, 06:20 AM
Ballad had no time to acknowledge the gigantic amount of pain coursing though his left leg as he staggered towards the nearby palm tree, the vast hail ball speedily descending down onto him from high in the light blue sky. Just as the sphere of freezing doom was about to touch down onto the man of green, he suddenly picked up the pace of his limping, managing to narrowly avoid a certain death as the huge snowball plunged into the bloody sand behind him, launching him forward next to the palm tree.
Ballad landed face first into the dirt, his scarf unexpectedly slipping off of his head, barely hanging on by his right shoulder. Lifting his head from the ground, he expectorated a good amount of chunky saliva into the earth, a gagging noise escaping from his throat. The bisque ovals serving as his eyes bulged out of their sockets, red nerves serving as the only contrast of color to his otherwise normally yellow-black eyeballs. He thrust his right hand towards the palm tree, the gloves sliding down the bark of the tree before a firm grip could be established. Trying again, he clawed his way back onto his feet, drool dribbling from the bottom of his lip as a wicked glare contorted his face.
Wiping his face with his free right hand, he removed the dribble from his mouth, lifting his left hand again, drawing the hammer of his flamethrower back. He stumbles behind the palm tree, placing his back against it as a sharp spasm of pain sour through the hole in his left leg, earning a hiss from Ballad. The hole was still bleeding, evidenced by the red liquid flowing down onto the edge of the forest, feeding the foliage its sweet nectar.
Gripping his flamethrower tightly with each hand, he carefully leaned to his right, looking back to where he last saw Esdeath. He managed to catch a glimpse of white before he saw a series of icicles hurling towards him. He quickly took cover back behind the tree, a loud yell of shock and agony escaping hi lips as a single icicle managed to impale his right forearm. Scarcely holding onto the flamethrower in his right hand, he pulled out the magical winter tool of destruction, gazing at the crimson colors flowing down the end of the knife-like object.
Then, without warning, his face changed. A fire burned inside of the glowing spheres that he used for sight.. His left hand quivered in tension as something primal overtook him. His teeth clenched together, and he almost started gnashing them together like a snow cat about to feast on the corpses of the things it had murdered. Foam seeped from both ends of his mouth as he clasped his left hand closed, breaking the icicle into several different pieces, some piercing his left hand, but no injury was stopping what was about to happen next.
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Esdeath continued hiding within the shadows of the forest, her left hand raised and poised for another attack as soon as the green flame man popped out of his cowarding place. She started to hum to herself, a confident tune ringing throughout the song she wasn't singing. She knew for a fact the man would come out eventually like a good little mole. She expected him to do it. He must've been really stupid if he thought he could beat me.
She didn't expect the roar. A roar of an animal unleashed from its cage, and thirsted for the blood of its captors. The sound resonated across the island, with whatever birds that were courageous enough to spectate the brutal fighting now flying off into the ocean. It took her a few moments to comprehend what had just happened, and before she knew it, the green man was charging from his tree, flamethrower aimed at her. He was moving fast, unexpectedly fast. Fast enough to cause her retaliation to only barely graze his left shoulder before a heap of flames were blasted in her direction.
Without thinking, she dodged to the left, inadvertently heading deeper into the forest.
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Ballad smiled insanely as the woman barely avoided his fiery shots. But you've only killed yourself, General! he thought to himself as he aimed his flamethrower upwards, lighting up the leaves above him. Backing up, he proceeded to set the forest in front of him ablaze. Before too long, a massive inferno had formed at the edge of the forest and a little ways inwards, with Ballad standing in front of it, laughing triumphantly.
"No surprise I bested you! All soldiers are dumbasses, believing everything propaganda told them! No sense of will!" he shouted, tone brutally honest.
Unbeknownst to Ballad, however, Esdeath could escape... provided she acted fast.
Ballad landed face first into the dirt, his scarf unexpectedly slipping off of his head, barely hanging on by his right shoulder. Lifting his head from the ground, he expectorated a good amount of chunky saliva into the earth, a gagging noise escaping from his throat. The bisque ovals serving as his eyes bulged out of their sockets, red nerves serving as the only contrast of color to his otherwise normally yellow-black eyeballs. He thrust his right hand towards the palm tree, the gloves sliding down the bark of the tree before a firm grip could be established. Trying again, he clawed his way back onto his feet, drool dribbling from the bottom of his lip as a wicked glare contorted his face.
Wiping his face with his free right hand, he removed the dribble from his mouth, lifting his left hand again, drawing the hammer of his flamethrower back. He stumbles behind the palm tree, placing his back against it as a sharp spasm of pain sour through the hole in his left leg, earning a hiss from Ballad. The hole was still bleeding, evidenced by the red liquid flowing down onto the edge of the forest, feeding the foliage its sweet nectar.
Gripping his flamethrower tightly with each hand, he carefully leaned to his right, looking back to where he last saw Esdeath. He managed to catch a glimpse of white before he saw a series of icicles hurling towards him. He quickly took cover back behind the tree, a loud yell of shock and agony escaping hi lips as a single icicle managed to impale his right forearm. Scarcely holding onto the flamethrower in his right hand, he pulled out the magical winter tool of destruction, gazing at the crimson colors flowing down the end of the knife-like object.
Then, without warning, his face changed. A fire burned inside of the glowing spheres that he used for sight.. His left hand quivered in tension as something primal overtook him. His teeth clenched together, and he almost started gnashing them together like a snow cat about to feast on the corpses of the things it had murdered. Foam seeped from both ends of his mouth as he clasped his left hand closed, breaking the icicle into several different pieces, some piercing his left hand, but no injury was stopping what was about to happen next.
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Esdeath continued hiding within the shadows of the forest, her left hand raised and poised for another attack as soon as the green flame man popped out of his cowarding place. She started to hum to herself, a confident tune ringing throughout the song she wasn't singing. She knew for a fact the man would come out eventually like a good little mole. She expected him to do it. He must've been really stupid if he thought he could beat me.
She didn't expect the roar. A roar of an animal unleashed from its cage, and thirsted for the blood of its captors. The sound resonated across the island, with whatever birds that were courageous enough to spectate the brutal fighting now flying off into the ocean. It took her a few moments to comprehend what had just happened, and before she knew it, the green man was charging from his tree, flamethrower aimed at her. He was moving fast, unexpectedly fast. Fast enough to cause her retaliation to only barely graze his left shoulder before a heap of flames were blasted in her direction.
Without thinking, she dodged to the left, inadvertently heading deeper into the forest.
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Ballad smiled insanely as the woman barely avoided his fiery shots. But you've only killed yourself, General! he thought to himself as he aimed his flamethrower upwards, lighting up the leaves above him. Backing up, he proceeded to set the forest in front of him ablaze. Before too long, a massive inferno had formed at the edge of the forest and a little ways inwards, with Ballad standing in front of it, laughing triumphantly.
"No surprise I bested you! All soldiers are dumbasses, believing everything propaganda told them! No sense of will!" he shouted, tone brutally honest.
Unbeknownst to Ballad, however, Esdeath could escape... provided she acted fast.
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