12-09-2015, 09:35 AM
He'd been suspecting it from the very beginning, in the back of his head. But now it had been shoved, aggressively and in a fashion most impossible to ignore, right in his face. This guy wasn't like the other people he'd been shoved into a fight against. This guy was out for blood. And he had more than enough tricks to spill it.
"Man, I gotta ask..." Trying to ignore the pain and the cold biting at him in just shy of equal measure, he focused his blurred eyesight on what he sincerely hoped was the sorcerer. "How many more damn tricks do you have up your sleeves?"
Though Adam couldn't see it in the slightest, the former monk could only let the faintest of smiles creep onto his face. "Enough of them."
"Fuck you too," Adam snapped. But inwardly, he was panicking, just a little bit. He didn't really have much that he could really use as an offensive option against this guy; especially not while he could BARELY SEE HIM. The woes of glasses and their being so easily smashed just earned a huff of disgruntlement. He'd really need to do something about his shitty vision in the future.
But right now he had an angry kombatant to deal with.
"You're really kind of a jackass, y'know. Hitting a kid with glasses. In the face. You have any idea how much harder that makes this?" Almost immediately he waves one hand dismissively. "No wait don't answer that. Just remembered I don't really give a shit."
One step forward and Adam flickeres again, two steps forward and he disappeared again, bolting across the short distance between himself and the former monk in the space of a heartbeat. "S'up." He paused for just long enough to more than telegraph his attack, before making an almost lazy swipe with his blade. Take the bait. Take it.
Already having regained his feet, the crimson blade of the monk's energy saber arced up, clearly intending to bat aside the winded child's blade. But his blade met only empty air.
"Nope. Not quick enough, man." Ten feet straight up, deactivated saber in one hand, hovered Adam. Moving so quickly so many times this quick....man, that shit takes it out of you. He was doing his damnedest not to show just how exhausted he was already getting. How heavy his breathing was.How much he was shivering from pain and cold.
But Shang didn't get much of a chance to lay eyes on that, or much of anything else. All he got was a blur of red and gray as Adam flipped forward into an axe kick, the heel of his foot colliding with the bridge of the monk's nose.
The man was solid, and to his credit didn't get completely smashed into the frozen ground as Adam had been expecting — and kind of hoping for, in all honesty — but merely sent staggering and reeling from the impact, more blood flying freely from his face.
And as Adam landed, it was gingerly, and favoring one leg. Add one more thing to my ever-growing list of bright ideas. He grimaced all but hopping on one leg as he clipped his lightsaber back to his belt. "You just hold tight right there, now. I got something special for ya." And immediately as he spoke, the air around him blazed with a red glow. His eyes blazed with the same shade of red, whether a reflection or emanating from them it was impossible to tell. He raised his hands up in focus, bands of red light in a rainbow of shades erupting from the ground at his feet and spinning about his position.
"Haven't had to pull this one out in a long, long time...I guess that makes it special."
Glaring at the child, bloodied teeth clenched in irritation at his petulance, the former monk regained his feet. "Special, is it? How fascinating."
"You're god damn right." And then Adam thrust both palms outward, toward the sorcerer. The face of a clock appeared, the shade matching the bright red gear emblazoned on Adam's chest. And it, along with the flow of time, shattered.
His rifle came off his back, into his hand, and Adam was off. Twice he flew in a circle, and left a hailstorm of laser bolts at the ready. He slowly came to a halt where he'd started, and time lurched back into motion. And dozens of laser bolts hissed ominously at Shang.
"Man, I gotta ask..." Trying to ignore the pain and the cold biting at him in just shy of equal measure, he focused his blurred eyesight on what he sincerely hoped was the sorcerer. "How many more damn tricks do you have up your sleeves?"
Though Adam couldn't see it in the slightest, the former monk could only let the faintest of smiles creep onto his face. "Enough of them."
"Fuck you too," Adam snapped. But inwardly, he was panicking, just a little bit. He didn't really have much that he could really use as an offensive option against this guy; especially not while he could BARELY SEE HIM. The woes of glasses and their being so easily smashed just earned a huff of disgruntlement. He'd really need to do something about his shitty vision in the future.
But right now he had an angry kombatant to deal with.
"You're really kind of a jackass, y'know. Hitting a kid with glasses. In the face. You have any idea how much harder that makes this?" Almost immediately he waves one hand dismissively. "No wait don't answer that. Just remembered I don't really give a shit."
One step forward and Adam flickeres again, two steps forward and he disappeared again, bolting across the short distance between himself and the former monk in the space of a heartbeat. "S'up." He paused for just long enough to more than telegraph his attack, before making an almost lazy swipe with his blade. Take the bait. Take it.
Already having regained his feet, the crimson blade of the monk's energy saber arced up, clearly intending to bat aside the winded child's blade. But his blade met only empty air.
"Nope. Not quick enough, man." Ten feet straight up, deactivated saber in one hand, hovered Adam. Moving so quickly so many times this quick....man, that shit takes it out of you. He was doing his damnedest not to show just how exhausted he was already getting. How heavy his breathing was.How much he was shivering from pain and cold.
But Shang didn't get much of a chance to lay eyes on that, or much of anything else. All he got was a blur of red and gray as Adam flipped forward into an axe kick, the heel of his foot colliding with the bridge of the monk's nose.
The man was solid, and to his credit didn't get completely smashed into the frozen ground as Adam had been expecting — and kind of hoping for, in all honesty — but merely sent staggering and reeling from the impact, more blood flying freely from his face.
And as Adam landed, it was gingerly, and favoring one leg. Add one more thing to my ever-growing list of bright ideas. He grimaced all but hopping on one leg as he clipped his lightsaber back to his belt. "You just hold tight right there, now. I got something special for ya." And immediately as he spoke, the air around him blazed with a red glow. His eyes blazed with the same shade of red, whether a reflection or emanating from them it was impossible to tell. He raised his hands up in focus, bands of red light in a rainbow of shades erupting from the ground at his feet and spinning about his position.
"Haven't had to pull this one out in a long, long time...I guess that makes it special."
Glaring at the child, bloodied teeth clenched in irritation at his petulance, the former monk regained his feet. "Special, is it? How fascinating."
"You're god damn right." And then Adam thrust both palms outward, toward the sorcerer. The face of a clock appeared, the shade matching the bright red gear emblazoned on Adam's chest. And it, along with the flow of time, shattered.
His rifle came off his back, into his hand, and Adam was off. Twice he flew in a circle, and left a hailstorm of laser bolts at the ready. He slowly came to a halt where he'd started, and time lurched back into motion. And dozens of laser bolts hissed ominously at Shang.
Quote:750 words on the nose.....again.
Adam used Tier 1 Super attack: Flash Ring
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