11-09-2015, 08:25 PM
The TIE swung back and forth shakily through the air, its engines crackling and sputtering. Tartaros swung at Adam, gripping his sword with both hands. As his blade crashed down onto the crimson saber of the Heir of Time, the astartes saw Adam’s grip shake under the force of the strike. Stepping back for another slash, he was met with a glowing blade thrust just to the side of his head. Gently knocking it away, Tartaros began circling his opponent, and spoke.
“Good try, boy. More than I expected,” the man swung again, scratching Adam’s cheek, “but you’re going to have to do better.”
Wiping a drop of blood from his face, the boy’s seemingly perpetual scowl grew deeper. “Oh, do better than this rusting garbage can over here? Of course I can’t… Please don’t hurt me, you walking pile of tetanus, I’m ever so afraid…”
Tartaros leaped forward swinging, rocking the half-working ship as Adam ducked away from him. “I was trying to be polite.”
“And I‘m trying to not get fucking killed.”, the boy snarled. “Just get this over with.”
“Y-”, Tartaros was cut off by a buzzing sound that filled the air around them. Looking ahead, he found Adam swinging his glowing blade in the air like some kind of baton, humming to himself. This was getting ridiculous…
Waking forwards over the hull, the man thrust his blade forward, interrupting the show of swordsmanship in front of him. “Cut the theatrics.”
The boy grumbled indignantly, bringing himself into a fighting stance.
God dammit. This is bullshit. Enough bullshit fertilize the whole damn field, or however that goes....
Stepping to the side again, Adam slashed at his opponent’s side, cutting into their abdomen. As the blade sparked against the giant’s armour, it simply stood in place, smirking. Fucking thing barely even flinched...
Ducking out the way of yet another hit, Adam desperately tried to compose himself.
Okay bro. Get it back together. Reshuffle the deck, start again. You can still win this.
The boy’s thoughts were interrupted by the thump of a large set of hides and robes dropping to the floor. Looking ahead, he found his opponent ahead of him, its armour completely bared. Brown-grey plate bared completely and a helmet at his side, he was grinning through his bandaged visage… then it started sprinting and jumping around like some sort of murderous marathon runner...
Oh fuck no. That is not happening. Things that big cannot move that goddamn fast. The ride stops right fucking here.
Adam, desperately trying to hold back a squeal of clown-related insults and cries of fear, steeled himself. Trying to hold still, he felt dozens of timelines flowing through his mind. Steps, strikes, opportunities, optimal choices all clear in his mind.
No chance. He has no chance now, Adam. You are a GOD OF TIME dammit! Fuck yeah!
Grinning as a gentle red glow surrounded him, the Heir of Time charged forward with a sense of renewed vigor. Time itself was shielding him, he had this in the bag.
Leaping past another blow from the figure before him, Adam made a mad dash for the wing of the fighter. Jumping, he landed clumsily on the bent frame of the wing. As a smug sense of victory overcame him, Adam searched his mind for some sort of witty reference.
“It’s over Anakin, I have the high ground!”, the former time god proclaimed, snickering. A very odd statement indeed… Perhaps it was supposed to be humorous?
“What in the hell are you talking abo-”, Tartaros was cut off by the crackling of plasma against steel, searing his skin as the warped blur of Adam dashed across the dented plating of the fighter. Instinctively thrusting his sword at the boy, Tartaros stared in shock as his blade warped. Rusting, bending, chipping, shattering as is reached Adam and coming together when he was safe, all in the blind of an eye… Impossible…
Still taken aback, he charged, ground sparking under his tread. Slashing at the boy again, Tartaros managed to break his parry, cutting the boy’s arm as his saber embedded itself in the hull. Steadying himself for another strike, the astartes was met with a shrieking yell.
“STOP.”
His arms tensing, Tartaros looked forwards, only to find Adam’s skinny figure. His face pale, the boy's trembling finger pointed to a melting hole in the plating, leaking a strange smelling blue gas and sputtering flames...
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“Good try, boy. More than I expected,” the man swung again, scratching Adam’s cheek, “but you’re going to have to do better.”
Wiping a drop of blood from his face, the boy’s seemingly perpetual scowl grew deeper. “Oh, do better than this rusting garbage can over here? Of course I can’t… Please don’t hurt me, you walking pile of tetanus, I’m ever so afraid…”
Tartaros leaped forward swinging, rocking the half-working ship as Adam ducked away from him. “I was trying to be polite.”
“And I‘m trying to not get fucking killed.”, the boy snarled. “Just get this over with.”
“Y-”, Tartaros was cut off by a buzzing sound that filled the air around them. Looking ahead, he found Adam swinging his glowing blade in the air like some kind of baton, humming to himself. This was getting ridiculous…
Waking forwards over the hull, the man thrust his blade forward, interrupting the show of swordsmanship in front of him. “Cut the theatrics.”
The boy grumbled indignantly, bringing himself into a fighting stance.
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God dammit. This is bullshit. Enough bullshit fertilize the whole damn field, or however that goes....
Stepping to the side again, Adam slashed at his opponent’s side, cutting into their abdomen. As the blade sparked against the giant’s armour, it simply stood in place, smirking. Fucking thing barely even flinched...
Ducking out the way of yet another hit, Adam desperately tried to compose himself.
Okay bro. Get it back together. Reshuffle the deck, start again. You can still win this.
The boy’s thoughts were interrupted by the thump of a large set of hides and robes dropping to the floor. Looking ahead, he found his opponent ahead of him, its armour completely bared. Brown-grey plate bared completely and a helmet at his side, he was grinning through his bandaged visage… then it started sprinting and jumping around like some sort of murderous marathon runner...
Oh fuck no. That is not happening. Things that big cannot move that goddamn fast. The ride stops right fucking here.
Adam, desperately trying to hold back a squeal of clown-related insults and cries of fear, steeled himself. Trying to hold still, he felt dozens of timelines flowing through his mind. Steps, strikes, opportunities, optimal choices all clear in his mind.
No chance. He has no chance now, Adam. You are a GOD OF TIME dammit! Fuck yeah!
Grinning as a gentle red glow surrounded him, the Heir of Time charged forward with a sense of renewed vigor. Time itself was shielding him, he had this in the bag.
Leaping past another blow from the figure before him, Adam made a mad dash for the wing of the fighter. Jumping, he landed clumsily on the bent frame of the wing. As a smug sense of victory overcame him, Adam searched his mind for some sort of witty reference.
-----
“It’s over Anakin, I have the high ground!”, the former time god proclaimed, snickering. A very odd statement indeed… Perhaps it was supposed to be humorous?
“What in the hell are you talking abo-”, Tartaros was cut off by the crackling of plasma against steel, searing his skin as the warped blur of Adam dashed across the dented plating of the fighter. Instinctively thrusting his sword at the boy, Tartaros stared in shock as his blade warped. Rusting, bending, chipping, shattering as is reached Adam and coming together when he was safe, all in the blind of an eye… Impossible…
Still taken aback, he charged, ground sparking under his tread. Slashing at the boy again, Tartaros managed to break his parry, cutting the boy’s arm as his saber embedded itself in the hull. Steadying himself for another strike, the astartes was met with a shrieking yell.
“STOP.”
His arms tensing, Tartaros looked forwards, only to find Adam’s skinny figure. His face pale, the boy's trembling finger pointed to a melting hole in the plating, leaking a strange smelling blue gas and sputtering flames...
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Tartaros used Combat Focus. -1 SP
Adam Gaite used Hero Mode. -1 SP
Hero Mode was used with Adam's explicit permission. If this is not allowable, please deduct SP from Tartaros.