12-04-2015, 09:01 PM
Even back home, the prospect of a child who fought with a crutch disguised as a gun would have brought Shang a mild degree of consternation.
Had he not paid any heed to the dwindling crowd of remaining contestants, he may have been fooled or taken aback by ‘Adam Gaite.’ Unfortunately, the sorcerer wasn’t an idiot, and try as he might, he found himself insulted that this was what he was pitted against.
For an entire afternoon, the former monk had subjected himself to a cornucopia of agonies that ran the gamut from stabbings and poisonings all the way to having his ribs shattered and his skin burnt to the bone. What had this child actually endured en route to their present destination? Whatever trials he had endured, they hadn’t been enough to wholly deplete his reservoir or sarcasm, and it was that fact among all others that fouled the sorcerer’s mood.
Shang rushed forward and lashed out with a forearm slash that soared high of its mark as the kid ducked. A quick, thrusting blow caught Adam in the chest and sent him bowling head-over-heels down the small little hill. Although he’d won the exchange, there was something that didn’t sit well with the scowling sorcerer. For a seemingly awkward and scrawny youth, Adam reacted a little too quickly. Shang had failed to notice it during their first scuffle, but he’d picked it up during their most recent exchange.
On the bottom of the slope, the boy in red rose to his feet and brushed away the snow. His pale features were twisted in discomfort as he shook a few clumps out of his hair. “I just said I hate the cold and you do me like that?” He asked with a tone too close to that of a petulant teenager.
A coy remark started to form in the sorcerer’s mouth, but he swallowed it whole—No games— and threw out his right palm. There was whoosh of icy air over his body before the brilliant lance of energy screamed down toward its intended quarry. The child, as Shang anticipated, escaped the path of the attack before it could bore a superheated hole through his chest. Although he’d avoided the initial blast, the force shuddered the nimble figure long enough for the sorcerer to readjust his aim.
When the second marvelous beam came howling down from the top of the hill, Adam simply stopped being in the line of fire.
One moment, the adolescent was liberating himself from a foot and a half of snow, and the next, he was shaking said boot clean a whole ten feet from the giant pillar of smoke drifting from the evaporated snow.
Not a child.
This thing wasn’t a person, even if it had convinced itself and others to believe that false reality.
The sorcerer’s expression remained sour as Adam turned and glanced up at him with those pale, unremarkable features. “You want to chill a little bit?” A tiny, pissant smirk spread across the youth’s face as he retrieved his nearby cane. “…You get it? Hmm?”
Shang growled and released a rapid barrage of energy beams. He rushed down the hill a moment later, his hands clenched in tight, burning fists as he looked through the fog-like vapors churned up by all the evaporated snow. Before he could find Adam, a bolt of condensed red energy roared passed his right ear, leaving him with a deafening ring in his head as his ran petered out into a disoriented stumble.
Although he could barely see through the thick, wet air around him, Shang felt something wrong out to his left. With just the feeling of discomfort to go off of, he shot out a hand in time to intercept the shaft of the teen’s crutch. His fingers squeezed around the faux exterior of the laser weapon as the vapor finally started to settle, revealing an Adam on the other end of the weapon who wore a visibly unsettled expression on his visage.
“I think I’m starting to get the hang of this,” Shang growled as he landed a cruel blow against Adam’s right cheek. Although he couldn’t escape the first punch, Adam had the wherewithal to subtly shift his grip on his weapon. As the former monk reeled back for a stronger blow, the end of the crutch let out a crackling hiss as an energy blade erupted from just a few short inches from his hand.
Had he not paid any heed to the dwindling crowd of remaining contestants, he may have been fooled or taken aback by ‘Adam Gaite.’ Unfortunately, the sorcerer wasn’t an idiot, and try as he might, he found himself insulted that this was what he was pitted against.
For an entire afternoon, the former monk had subjected himself to a cornucopia of agonies that ran the gamut from stabbings and poisonings all the way to having his ribs shattered and his skin burnt to the bone. What had this child actually endured en route to their present destination? Whatever trials he had endured, they hadn’t been enough to wholly deplete his reservoir or sarcasm, and it was that fact among all others that fouled the sorcerer’s mood.
Shang rushed forward and lashed out with a forearm slash that soared high of its mark as the kid ducked. A quick, thrusting blow caught Adam in the chest and sent him bowling head-over-heels down the small little hill. Although he’d won the exchange, there was something that didn’t sit well with the scowling sorcerer. For a seemingly awkward and scrawny youth, Adam reacted a little too quickly. Shang had failed to notice it during their first scuffle, but he’d picked it up during their most recent exchange.
On the bottom of the slope, the boy in red rose to his feet and brushed away the snow. His pale features were twisted in discomfort as he shook a few clumps out of his hair. “I just said I hate the cold and you do me like that?” He asked with a tone too close to that of a petulant teenager.
A coy remark started to form in the sorcerer’s mouth, but he swallowed it whole—No games— and threw out his right palm. There was whoosh of icy air over his body before the brilliant lance of energy screamed down toward its intended quarry. The child, as Shang anticipated, escaped the path of the attack before it could bore a superheated hole through his chest. Although he’d avoided the initial blast, the force shuddered the nimble figure long enough for the sorcerer to readjust his aim.
When the second marvelous beam came howling down from the top of the hill, Adam simply stopped being in the line of fire.
One moment, the adolescent was liberating himself from a foot and a half of snow, and the next, he was shaking said boot clean a whole ten feet from the giant pillar of smoke drifting from the evaporated snow.
Not a child.
This thing wasn’t a person, even if it had convinced itself and others to believe that false reality.
The sorcerer’s expression remained sour as Adam turned and glanced up at him with those pale, unremarkable features. “You want to chill a little bit?” A tiny, pissant smirk spread across the youth’s face as he retrieved his nearby cane. “…You get it? Hmm?”
Shang growled and released a rapid barrage of energy beams. He rushed down the hill a moment later, his hands clenched in tight, burning fists as he looked through the fog-like vapors churned up by all the evaporated snow. Before he could find Adam, a bolt of condensed red energy roared passed his right ear, leaving him with a deafening ring in his head as his ran petered out into a disoriented stumble.
Although he could barely see through the thick, wet air around him, Shang felt something wrong out to his left. With just the feeling of discomfort to go off of, he shot out a hand in time to intercept the shaft of the teen’s crutch. His fingers squeezed around the faux exterior of the laser weapon as the vapor finally started to settle, revealing an Adam on the other end of the weapon who wore a visibly unsettled expression on his visage.
“I think I’m starting to get the hang of this,” Shang growled as he landed a cruel blow against Adam’s right cheek. Although he couldn’t escape the first punch, Adam had the wherewithal to subtly shift his grip on his weapon. As the former monk reeled back for a stronger blow, the end of the crutch let out a crackling hiss as an energy blade erupted from just a few short inches from his hand.
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