12-08-2015, 04:14 AM
Good god that fucking sucked. Let's try and not have a repeat of that.
I believe we are in agreement on that sentiment...
So then, let me take the reins for a second and get us well and truly out of their range.
Without waiting for a response in either the affirmative or negative, Adam seized control, flexing the knees of his now-shared body and makine an astounding hop straight up into the air. When he reached what appeared to be the peak of his momentum, he remained floating firmly in place, as opposed to falling back downward. My preferred altitude for engaging in violence.
They'll have to get rather inventive to hit us from this height and distance. Very good. Now then allow me!
The unholy combination that was Rubaite twirled his staff with nimble fingers, long experience crawling into Adam's perception. He could appreciate it, but didn't like it. But then the staff came to a halt, and energy began to build up, slowly at first, but rapidly growing in intensity. Green sparks started to trail down from the end, looking much more like droplets of wax than anything else.
Sure does look flashy. Hope it hits hard enough to make up for it.
Rubaite's features curled into a confident smirk as the voice of the magus responded, I think you and our opponent will be pleasantly pleased and disinclined to find out more about it in very short order, and in precisely that order.
"Maaaaan, what the fuck are you up to hangin' around up there for?!" the thoroughly disgruntled voice of their opponent called up at them. It was met with merely an irritating cackle and a brief "STOP that!" from the other party in their disjointed fusion.
"Damn, you guys get along worse than we do! And that is quite a miraculous feat, indeed! We get along pretty dang badly."
Let's not do that again. Way too damn creepy.
Once again we are in agreement.
"Could y'all maybe not do that? Gave me a wicked headache..."
"That is terribly unfortunate, my dear. Perhaps this will help you forget that headache?" And without further ado, the fused magus let fly the mass of energy that had gathered within the end of the staff. It let out a distinct roar as it flared to life and then a distinct hissing whine as it soared through the heat hazy air.
The fusion of troll and knight was not left struck dumb — or rather, one part of her wasn't — and dove out of the way, leaving the bolt of eneergy to crash into the ground with immense force, kicking up a huge cloud of dust, ash and debris. The fate of Artzee was, for the moment, up in the air. Or down in the dirt, as the case may have been.
Damn, that was impressive. Kinda feel like I just ran a mile though.
Rubaite sagged in the air and dropped several feet as he took several breaths, trying to catch his proverbial second wind.
Chills went down their spine, however, at a sudden, simple utterance of, "Honk." behind them.
Rubaite whirled around, the short breath he'd been sucking in getting caught in his throat at what he saw. Her sword no longer in hand, but instead a pair of clubs, raised overhead and ready to strike, and her otherwise beautiful face twisted in a nasty leering grin.
"This looks to be unpleasant..." the masked abomination wheezed.
"Oh yes," the troll knight remarked, before clubs met cowled head and sent their foe hurtling downward to ground again. She went sailing down much slower after them but hit the ground no less heavily.
From within the Rubaite-shaped crater he'd made upon impact, there came only a groan of pain and disbelief. "How....did she....get up there..." Trying to extricate himself from the entirely too hot ground, he wheezed, "The walls are rather uneven....perhaps they climbed...?"
"Can't be tellin' ya how I did that little miraculous display. That'd just be all kinds of giving away my tricks, now, wouldn't it?" The voice of their opponent only drew a contemptuous groan from Rubaite as he hauled himself unsteadily to his feet. "As deplorable as it may have been, it was at least effective. Now, no more running away, motherfucker!"
The twitch of one eye as the internal debate over Gamzee's ridiculous clown-isms took hold, was all Rubaite needed. The staff came up in a blur, and a bolt of neon green energy burst out. It whizzed over Artzee's shoulder, but a second flare of light, this one the crimson red of Adam's concealed rifle, scored a direct hit center-mass on the troll knight. "Fuck you," the staff-toter quipped back with a wheeze. "I believe we will do as we please!"
I believe we are in agreement on that sentiment...
So then, let me take the reins for a second and get us well and truly out of their range.
Without waiting for a response in either the affirmative or negative, Adam seized control, flexing the knees of his now-shared body and makine an astounding hop straight up into the air. When he reached what appeared to be the peak of his momentum, he remained floating firmly in place, as opposed to falling back downward. My preferred altitude for engaging in violence.
They'll have to get rather inventive to hit us from this height and distance. Very good. Now then allow me!
The unholy combination that was Rubaite twirled his staff with nimble fingers, long experience crawling into Adam's perception. He could appreciate it, but didn't like it. But then the staff came to a halt, and energy began to build up, slowly at first, but rapidly growing in intensity. Green sparks started to trail down from the end, looking much more like droplets of wax than anything else.
Sure does look flashy. Hope it hits hard enough to make up for it.
Rubaite's features curled into a confident smirk as the voice of the magus responded, I think you and our opponent will be pleasantly pleased and disinclined to find out more about it in very short order, and in precisely that order.
"Maaaaan, what the fuck are you up to hangin' around up there for?!" the thoroughly disgruntled voice of their opponent called up at them. It was met with merely an irritating cackle and a brief "STOP that!" from the other party in their disjointed fusion.
"Damn, you guys get along worse than we do! And that is quite a miraculous feat, indeed! We get along pretty dang badly."
Let's not do that again. Way too damn creepy.
Once again we are in agreement.
"Could y'all maybe not do that? Gave me a wicked headache..."
"That is terribly unfortunate, my dear. Perhaps this will help you forget that headache?" And without further ado, the fused magus let fly the mass of energy that had gathered within the end of the staff. It let out a distinct roar as it flared to life and then a distinct hissing whine as it soared through the heat hazy air.
The fusion of troll and knight was not left struck dumb — or rather, one part of her wasn't — and dove out of the way, leaving the bolt of eneergy to crash into the ground with immense force, kicking up a huge cloud of dust, ash and debris. The fate of Artzee was, for the moment, up in the air. Or down in the dirt, as the case may have been.
Damn, that was impressive. Kinda feel like I just ran a mile though.
Rubaite sagged in the air and dropped several feet as he took several breaths, trying to catch his proverbial second wind.
Chills went down their spine, however, at a sudden, simple utterance of, "Honk." behind them.
Rubaite whirled around, the short breath he'd been sucking in getting caught in his throat at what he saw. Her sword no longer in hand, but instead a pair of clubs, raised overhead and ready to strike, and her otherwise beautiful face twisted in a nasty leering grin.
"This looks to be unpleasant..." the masked abomination wheezed.
"Oh yes," the troll knight remarked, before clubs met cowled head and sent their foe hurtling downward to ground again. She went sailing down much slower after them but hit the ground no less heavily.
From within the Rubaite-shaped crater he'd made upon impact, there came only a groan of pain and disbelief. "How....did she....get up there..." Trying to extricate himself from the entirely too hot ground, he wheezed, "The walls are rather uneven....perhaps they climbed...?"
"Can't be tellin' ya how I did that little miraculous display. That'd just be all kinds of giving away my tricks, now, wouldn't it?" The voice of their opponent only drew a contemptuous groan from Rubaite as he hauled himself unsteadily to his feet. "As deplorable as it may have been, it was at least effective. Now, no more running away, motherfucker!"
The twitch of one eye as the internal debate over Gamzee's ridiculous clown-isms took hold, was all Rubaite needed. The staff came up in a blur, and a bolt of neon green energy burst out. It whizzed over Artzee's shoulder, but a second flare of light, this one the crimson red of Adam's concealed rifle, scored a direct hit center-mass on the troll knight. "Fuck you," the staff-toter quipped back with a wheeze. "I believe we will do as we please!"
Quote:800 words on the nose!
Rubaite used a fully-charged Arcane Bolt, an uncharged Arcane bolt, and a shot from Adam's Concealed Rifle
Artzee used Deuce Clubs
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