12-05-2015, 05:48 PM
Magus locked eyes with the crusty nomad, piercing into her and hoping to find some kind of twisted sense of humor. This delusional wench couldn’t have made it this far by acting like such a goddamned child.
But there was no humor. No sense of mirth, no coy twinkling indicative of her toying with him. This… person… was a bloody simpleton.
“…You’re an idiot,” the wizard finally breathed. His tone blunt and utterly matter-of-fact as he drew from his well of arcane energy. It flowed up from within and stretched to the surface of his flesh, swirling invisibly all around him. He buzzed with power as he stalked toward the woman with the ridiculous war hammer.
“Oh, I’m an idiot, huh?!” came her retort. Magus waited for her follow-up, but it didn’t come. He audibly sighed. What stimulating conversation.
When the wizard didn’t respond, the Bandit rushed at him, raising her gigantic mallet which suddenly vibrated with a snarling rumble. Magus watched as she charged at him, leaping into the air to deliver her killing blow.
“Yes,” he finally replied, just as the chilly air was suddenly invaded with a roiling hell-scape of blistering heat and searing flames. The woman was engulfed in the heart of the conflagration, but Magus had not calculated for her to block out the fire that hungrily gnawed upon her.
He took the brunt of the hammer’s strike to his head, and immediately the flames pulled back into him as he smashed into the ice and then skittered along its surface, bouncing again and again before crashing into a frozen hill halfway across the icebound lake.
Magus bit down on his hand to muffle his furious scream. Spears of agony clawed at his face, radiating from his eye. He pressed his palm against it and then pulled it away. Ice and blood marred his leather glove, and when he closed his good eye, he could see nothing.
The wizard stood, his cyclopean glare amplified by the hateful red glow that now emanated from his unnaturally colored iris. “You blinded me!!” he rumbled, the hiss of venom curling around his words.
“Oh, I did?? Well, golly-gee, I’m just a big, dumb idiot, y’know? Guess I just didn’t know my own strength,” the Bandit retorted, resting her gargantuan hammer over her shoulder.
“Yes,” Magus rasped, drawing out the word. Crimson oozed from his eye. It was discolored and swollen shut. Jagged shards of ice jutted from it, tainted by the blood of the Fiendlord. His expression, however, bore fury, not defeat. “Just a big, dumb, filthy, worthless nothing.”
He didn’t know why her constant stream of barbs was getting to him, but they were. And he intended to change that. She seemed ready with a quip, but then, suddenly, her eyes widened as she realized something had gone wrong.
Magus, on the other hand, flexed his fingers and, with a burst of fluttering purple motes, two quivering orbs of energy appeared in his hands. He channelled his anger and frustration into them even as the Bandit wasted away before him.
Her hair thinned and grayed as her skin lost its color and its strength. Deep canyons formed in the corners of her eyes and in her cheeks. Her forehead became a mess of wrinkles and discolored spots. Her strong limbs thinned and her back stooped, until the crushing weight of the hammer was too much for her and she was forced to let it fall at her side. It slammed into the ice with a heavy thud.
“What… what did you do to me?!” she wheezed, her voice as weak as her flesh.
“You took my eye,” the Demon King uttered, flashing a sinister smirk at the frail old woman who stood before him. “I took your youth.”
Before she could respond, he hurled his Gloom bolts at her. She couldn’t possibly get away in time, so she feebly shielded herself as the two burning blasts of energy erupted, tearing at her flesh. She smashed onto the ground as he had done, and in seconds he was upon her, sitting on her gut and hurling punch after punch into the defenseless woman’s face, just as the devil creature had done to him.
The Bandit’s lips split and her face almost immediately began to bruise all over, but her metallic arm, though rusted from age, jerkily rose up, steely fingers curled into a fist.
The colossal Crash Punch cracked across Magus’ jaw.
But there was no humor. No sense of mirth, no coy twinkling indicative of her toying with him. This… person… was a bloody simpleton.
“…You’re an idiot,” the wizard finally breathed. His tone blunt and utterly matter-of-fact as he drew from his well of arcane energy. It flowed up from within and stretched to the surface of his flesh, swirling invisibly all around him. He buzzed with power as he stalked toward the woman with the ridiculous war hammer.
“Oh, I’m an idiot, huh?!” came her retort. Magus waited for her follow-up, but it didn’t come. He audibly sighed. What stimulating conversation.
When the wizard didn’t respond, the Bandit rushed at him, raising her gigantic mallet which suddenly vibrated with a snarling rumble. Magus watched as she charged at him, leaping into the air to deliver her killing blow.
“Yes,” he finally replied, just as the chilly air was suddenly invaded with a roiling hell-scape of blistering heat and searing flames. The woman was engulfed in the heart of the conflagration, but Magus had not calculated for her to block out the fire that hungrily gnawed upon her.
He took the brunt of the hammer’s strike to his head, and immediately the flames pulled back into him as he smashed into the ice and then skittered along its surface, bouncing again and again before crashing into a frozen hill halfway across the icebound lake.
Magus bit down on his hand to muffle his furious scream. Spears of agony clawed at his face, radiating from his eye. He pressed his palm against it and then pulled it away. Ice and blood marred his leather glove, and when he closed his good eye, he could see nothing.
The wizard stood, his cyclopean glare amplified by the hateful red glow that now emanated from his unnaturally colored iris. “You blinded me!!” he rumbled, the hiss of venom curling around his words.
“Oh, I did?? Well, golly-gee, I’m just a big, dumb idiot, y’know? Guess I just didn’t know my own strength,” the Bandit retorted, resting her gargantuan hammer over her shoulder.
“Yes,” Magus rasped, drawing out the word. Crimson oozed from his eye. It was discolored and swollen shut. Jagged shards of ice jutted from it, tainted by the blood of the Fiendlord. His expression, however, bore fury, not defeat. “Just a big, dumb, filthy, worthless nothing.”
He didn’t know why her constant stream of barbs was getting to him, but they were. And he intended to change that. She seemed ready with a quip, but then, suddenly, her eyes widened as she realized something had gone wrong.
Magus, on the other hand, flexed his fingers and, with a burst of fluttering purple motes, two quivering orbs of energy appeared in his hands. He channelled his anger and frustration into them even as the Bandit wasted away before him.
Her hair thinned and grayed as her skin lost its color and its strength. Deep canyons formed in the corners of her eyes and in her cheeks. Her forehead became a mess of wrinkles and discolored spots. Her strong limbs thinned and her back stooped, until the crushing weight of the hammer was too much for her and she was forced to let it fall at her side. It slammed into the ice with a heavy thud.
“What… what did you do to me?!” she wheezed, her voice as weak as her flesh.
“You took my eye,” the Demon King uttered, flashing a sinister smirk at the frail old woman who stood before him. “I took your youth.”
Before she could respond, he hurled his Gloom bolts at her. She couldn’t possibly get away in time, so she feebly shielded herself as the two burning blasts of energy erupted, tearing at her flesh. She smashed onto the ground as he had done, and in seconds he was upon her, sitting on her gut and hurling punch after punch into the defenseless woman’s face, just as the devil creature had done to him.
The Bandit’s lips split and her face almost immediately began to bruise all over, but her metallic arm, though rusted from age, jerkily rose up, steely fingers curled into a fist.
The colossal Crash Punch cracked across Magus’ jaw.
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