02-04-2017, 06:44 AM
With a disgruntled look on his face, the Knight of Time turned to look at the troll, bringing his blade onto his shoulder. He took a moment to examine the tiny holes in his suit, his skin burning like he just partied with a bunch of fire ants in poison ivy. Dave's expression didn't show any signs of pain, even with his stinging body, as he looked up at the troll.
"Yo." He spoke aloud, a single syllable that broke through the sounds of war around them. Between them, a few soldiers and ghouls passed, glancing between them and taking cover as they realized that the two were primes. An empty circle formed on the battlefield for those that did not want to intervene, a storm of men and monsters clashing around them as they stood in the center, a strained sense of calmness.
"Hey man. You were trying to fight my man Strawso, that means that you be trying to fuck our shit up, but I ain't gonna let that happen." The clown slurred his words as he casually brought out a pair of juggling pins. Each one sported a bright color with a white stripe circling the center. The Juggalo flipped them through the air before grabbing one and pointing to Dave.
“You’re all mine, brotha.” Gamzee stumbled further, dragging his legs to Dave like a drunkard on his way home after the bars have all closed. Dave tightened his grip on his sword, his already white knuckles losing another shade of color as he held it with two hands in front of him, staring from behind his shades. He knew there was more to this troll that met the eye.
“Nah, I think I’m only like ten percent yours at most, gotta share with everyone else,” he said with a smirk. He felt a memory tug at him as he stared at the Juggalo, seeing his shade of purple on his shirt, going over the way he talked in his head, trying to remember. “I swear you’re that troll that rapped with me and got pissed about me ruining your religion or something.” He spoke as Gamzee shifted his head as if trying to tilt the memory back into place.
A grin fell upon the SBURB player’s face. “But fuck it, I gotta get these fuckers through here like we’re trying to fill a fucking bomb shelter, because like you probably already know,” Dave angled his sword as he paused, “I drop some sick fires.”
Dave burst forwards with resounding speed, bringing his sword down fast as his eyes widened in surprise, the Juggalo bringing his pin up to counter just as fast.
“Almost got me there brotha.” He heard the clown whisper as the other pin struck the Knight in the gut, knocking the breath out of him as he stumbled back, nearly dropping to the floor.
Dave wasted no time, unwilling to allow a follow-up attack. He gritted his teeth and swung low, reaching out with his hand to spin his Timetable, maintaining his balance as the juggalo jumped up into the air. The troll had brought his pins around to uppercut Dave, who barely managed to roll back out of the way before rushing forwards again. The Juggalo held his pins up in an “x” formation to block the attack, yawning before lazily speaking out.
“Having trouble brotha?”
“Just need to take a time out.”
Dave moved to the side as his clone snuck up from behind him, Gamzee’s eyes widening as another sword was brought down from above, causing him to stagger and lose his balance. The clone disappeared as Dave spun and sent the Juggalo stumbling from a kick to his side. The troll fell to a knee and turned back before looking down at his chest, where the tip of Dave’s sword managed to nick his skin. A long tear in his shirt exposed the wound on his gray skin.
“Nice trick my man,” he said as his body surged with purple static. Dave held his sword out, ready to dash forwards again before a sudden bolt of purple lightning flashed in his eyes.
“But a Juggalo has his own.”
A shower of sparks threw Dave back, a cough of pain escaping his lungs as he slammed into a small mound of dead soldiers and skeletons. Fuck, that hurt. Caledscratch sustained an indigo stain from blocking the shocking move, but Dave could feel that his ribs were sore from the blade slamming back into him. Before he could cough again the Juggalo was above him, and Dave could only put up his sword in defense as the troll slammed down on his chest, the pins a few inches from pummeling Dave’s face in. Dave held Caledscratch from the hilt and the blade as he tried to hold Gamzee back.
Both grunted while putting in their strength, Dave slowly losing ground as he lost more room to move. If he wasn’t careful, he was going to be grounded and pounded like some dough in a bakery.
He slowly slipped his left hand on his blade, reaching out as he placed his fingers on the Timetable. Dave’s blade slipped further, neatly slicing into his cheek, a drip of blood sliding down the side of his head.
“What are ya doin?” Gamzee gave a confused look.
“Fallin’ back,” the Knight smirked as something flew through the air.
The troll grunted as a Dave copy fell on top of him, slamming into him with the same force as Dave hit the mound of bodies earlier, allowing Dave to shove the troll above him and over the pile. The two laid there only for a moment before jumping to their feet and turning to each other once more.
“Anyone ever told you that you are a bitch to fight?” Dave huffed, one hand on his blade and another on his record.
“Heheh, you ain’t so bad yourself brotha.” The Juggalo retorted, clearly just as tired.
"Yo." He spoke aloud, a single syllable that broke through the sounds of war around them. Between them, a few soldiers and ghouls passed, glancing between them and taking cover as they realized that the two were primes. An empty circle formed on the battlefield for those that did not want to intervene, a storm of men and monsters clashing around them as they stood in the center, a strained sense of calmness.
"Hey man. You were trying to fight my man Strawso, that means that you be trying to fuck our shit up, but I ain't gonna let that happen." The clown slurred his words as he casually brought out a pair of juggling pins. Each one sported a bright color with a white stripe circling the center. The Juggalo flipped them through the air before grabbing one and pointing to Dave.
“You’re all mine, brotha.” Gamzee stumbled further, dragging his legs to Dave like a drunkard on his way home after the bars have all closed. Dave tightened his grip on his sword, his already white knuckles losing another shade of color as he held it with two hands in front of him, staring from behind his shades. He knew there was more to this troll that met the eye.
“Nah, I think I’m only like ten percent yours at most, gotta share with everyone else,” he said with a smirk. He felt a memory tug at him as he stared at the Juggalo, seeing his shade of purple on his shirt, going over the way he talked in his head, trying to remember. “I swear you’re that troll that rapped with me and got pissed about me ruining your religion or something.” He spoke as Gamzee shifted his head as if trying to tilt the memory back into place.
A grin fell upon the SBURB player’s face. “But fuck it, I gotta get these fuckers through here like we’re trying to fill a fucking bomb shelter, because like you probably already know,” Dave angled his sword as he paused, “I drop some sick fires.”
Dave burst forwards with resounding speed, bringing his sword down fast as his eyes widened in surprise, the Juggalo bringing his pin up to counter just as fast.
“Almost got me there brotha.” He heard the clown whisper as the other pin struck the Knight in the gut, knocking the breath out of him as he stumbled back, nearly dropping to the floor.
Dave wasted no time, unwilling to allow a follow-up attack. He gritted his teeth and swung low, reaching out with his hand to spin his Timetable, maintaining his balance as the juggalo jumped up into the air. The troll had brought his pins around to uppercut Dave, who barely managed to roll back out of the way before rushing forwards again. The Juggalo held his pins up in an “x” formation to block the attack, yawning before lazily speaking out.
“Having trouble brotha?”
“Just need to take a time out.”
Dave moved to the side as his clone snuck up from behind him, Gamzee’s eyes widening as another sword was brought down from above, causing him to stagger and lose his balance. The clone disappeared as Dave spun and sent the Juggalo stumbling from a kick to his side. The troll fell to a knee and turned back before looking down at his chest, where the tip of Dave’s sword managed to nick his skin. A long tear in his shirt exposed the wound on his gray skin.
“Nice trick my man,” he said as his body surged with purple static. Dave held his sword out, ready to dash forwards again before a sudden bolt of purple lightning flashed in his eyes.
“But a Juggalo has his own.”
A shower of sparks threw Dave back, a cough of pain escaping his lungs as he slammed into a small mound of dead soldiers and skeletons. Fuck, that hurt. Caledscratch sustained an indigo stain from blocking the shocking move, but Dave could feel that his ribs were sore from the blade slamming back into him. Before he could cough again the Juggalo was above him, and Dave could only put up his sword in defense as the troll slammed down on his chest, the pins a few inches from pummeling Dave’s face in. Dave held Caledscratch from the hilt and the blade as he tried to hold Gamzee back.
Both grunted while putting in their strength, Dave slowly losing ground as he lost more room to move. If he wasn’t careful, he was going to be grounded and pounded like some dough in a bakery.
He slowly slipped his left hand on his blade, reaching out as he placed his fingers on the Timetable. Dave’s blade slipped further, neatly slicing into his cheek, a drip of blood sliding down the side of his head.
“What are ya doin?” Gamzee gave a confused look.
“Fallin’ back,” the Knight smirked as something flew through the air.
The troll grunted as a Dave copy fell on top of him, slamming into him with the same force as Dave hit the mound of bodies earlier, allowing Dave to shove the troll above him and over the pile. The two laid there only for a moment before jumping to their feet and turning to each other once more.
“Anyone ever told you that you are a bitch to fight?” Dave huffed, one hand on his blade and another on his record.
“Heheh, you ain’t so bad yourself brotha.” The Juggalo retorted, clearly just as tired.
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