12-06-2015, 03:57 PM
Guh, headache's back now. Thanks, guy. Really appreciate it.
The initial impact of the blow to his cheek had left the entire side of his face nearly numb, and sent him reeling, stars dancing in front of his eyes. But dazed as he was, his glasses knocked askew as they were, he still had the mental capacity for a smirk to curl at his lips. The barrel of his cleverly-concealed contraption spit out a burst of red sparks, crackling with a hum of built-up energy, and a blade of focused energy lanced out. The sorcerer was forced to shift his grip, shoving the weapon out to one side to avoid taking the sudden attack straight through the side, and Adam capitalized on the chance.
His free hand darted behind his back, and with only the hissing hum of ignition in the frigid air as warning, the crimson blade of his lightsaber flashed around in an underhand strike at the former monk's arm. As Adam had hoped he might, the much larger man's grip on the weapon released and only a glancing blow was struck across his forearm.
That was where Adam's good fortune ended as a fresh nail of agony was driven through the back of his head, the former monk planting another vicious strike that sent Adam stumbling blindly, his world turned upside down. "Fhhk..." he wheezed, barely resisting the urge to fall to his knees. Why did these people always go for the HEAD. It was like they wanted to leave their opponent dazed and incapable of fighting at their complete awareness.
Any trace of pride or joy vanished from his demeanor as he tried to ignore the splitting ache in his skull. He turned around to face his opponent only to find the sorcerer now with a very familiar-looking implement in one hand. "Well, well. It appears we have a weapon in common." The crackling hiss of ignition and the red glow of the blade brought a scowl of indignation to Adam's face, and his eyes instinctively followed the glowing mass of energy as the sorcerer flourished it.
"Well great. Fantastic. Look at that. We both have the same weapon. Super." Adam could practically taste the venom in his own words. He really should have paid more attention to the other people involved in this tournament. Taken a look around every now and then at the other matches during his own, watched the others that were still going on after he finished his own. Just DONE SOMETHING to not leave himself so completely unprepared and blind for this entire ordeal.
He was literally a god of Time. He should have seen this coming days before it happened, easily.
But no. He was blind, just like any other little shit. Even after he'd crawled his way through SBURB, over the shattered husk of more planets than he could count, and used his only friends' corpses as a stairway to reach the final door. He had won, damn it. He deserved some peace and quiet. He deserved to finally let it all just....fucking be over.
Not this shit.
Not being forced to start over from day one of God Tier, and learn an entirely new god damn universal concept.
He grit his teeth, his gaze dropping from its angry glare at the former monk. "God damn. Can't stand this shit." The sorcerer only returned a neutral stare, either not knowing or not caring what it was Adam couldn't stand. "You hear me, man? Can't stand it. Starting over from scratch. Time was I could tell you what you were about to do before you even knew you could do it. Could have just left you a pile of dust on the ground from within ten seconds." He cocked his head to one side, clipping his rifle back into its now usual place on his back. "Could have ended all of this right from the get-go. But not anymore. Can't do that now. Now?"
He flickered in place and bolted forward. He traversed the intervening distance between himself and Shang in the blink of an eye, several paces gone just like that. "Now all I can do is this level of shit." And then his saber flashed, a flare of vermillion that clashed against the matching blade of his opponent. Adam rebounded from the strike, spinning on one heel and brought in a second strike from the opposite direction."And that? Well that just makes me kinda mad, y'know?"
The initial impact of the blow to his cheek had left the entire side of his face nearly numb, and sent him reeling, stars dancing in front of his eyes. But dazed as he was, his glasses knocked askew as they were, he still had the mental capacity for a smirk to curl at his lips. The barrel of his cleverly-concealed contraption spit out a burst of red sparks, crackling with a hum of built-up energy, and a blade of focused energy lanced out. The sorcerer was forced to shift his grip, shoving the weapon out to one side to avoid taking the sudden attack straight through the side, and Adam capitalized on the chance.
His free hand darted behind his back, and with only the hissing hum of ignition in the frigid air as warning, the crimson blade of his lightsaber flashed around in an underhand strike at the former monk's arm. As Adam had hoped he might, the much larger man's grip on the weapon released and only a glancing blow was struck across his forearm.
That was where Adam's good fortune ended as a fresh nail of agony was driven through the back of his head, the former monk planting another vicious strike that sent Adam stumbling blindly, his world turned upside down. "Fhhk..." he wheezed, barely resisting the urge to fall to his knees. Why did these people always go for the HEAD. It was like they wanted to leave their opponent dazed and incapable of fighting at their complete awareness.
Any trace of pride or joy vanished from his demeanor as he tried to ignore the splitting ache in his skull. He turned around to face his opponent only to find the sorcerer now with a very familiar-looking implement in one hand. "Well, well. It appears we have a weapon in common." The crackling hiss of ignition and the red glow of the blade brought a scowl of indignation to Adam's face, and his eyes instinctively followed the glowing mass of energy as the sorcerer flourished it.
"Well great. Fantastic. Look at that. We both have the same weapon. Super." Adam could practically taste the venom in his own words. He really should have paid more attention to the other people involved in this tournament. Taken a look around every now and then at the other matches during his own, watched the others that were still going on after he finished his own. Just DONE SOMETHING to not leave himself so completely unprepared and blind for this entire ordeal.
He was literally a god of Time. He should have seen this coming days before it happened, easily.
But no. He was blind, just like any other little shit. Even after he'd crawled his way through SBURB, over the shattered husk of more planets than he could count, and used his only friends' corpses as a stairway to reach the final door. He had won, damn it. He deserved some peace and quiet. He deserved to finally let it all just....fucking be over.
Not this shit.
Not being forced to start over from day one of God Tier, and learn an entirely new god damn universal concept.
He grit his teeth, his gaze dropping from its angry glare at the former monk. "God damn. Can't stand this shit." The sorcerer only returned a neutral stare, either not knowing or not caring what it was Adam couldn't stand. "You hear me, man? Can't stand it. Starting over from scratch. Time was I could tell you what you were about to do before you even knew you could do it. Could have just left you a pile of dust on the ground from within ten seconds." He cocked his head to one side, clipping his rifle back into its now usual place on his back. "Could have ended all of this right from the get-go. But not anymore. Can't do that now. Now?"
He flickered in place and bolted forward. He traversed the intervening distance between himself and Shang in the blink of an eye, several paces gone just like that. "Now all I can do is this level of shit." And then his saber flashed, a flare of vermillion that clashed against the matching blade of his opponent. Adam rebounded from the strike, spinning on one heel and brought in a second strike from the opposite direction."And that? Well that just makes me kinda mad, y'know?"
Quote:750 on the nose. Again. Starting to get weird here.
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