12-11-2015, 05:25 AM
It would seem they fly. Should they do that again, we would be at a tactical disadvantage. Henceforth, we shall not let them do such again. the knight notified her unwanted partner, although she had to admit that however he had brought them down the first time, had worked. Although, they had had the advantage of obscured visibility due to all the dust and debris in the air. Still.
Oh please, we can fuckin’ take them. Anytime. Although, the troll side of their dynamic - let’s be honest now, not so dynamic duo - had to admit that taking the shot straight into the chest, despite avoiding the energy based attack, hadn’t been the best of ideas. After all, it had sent them flying back, only to land onto the ground afterwards.
Hm, I shall take it from here. the knight simply stated, quickly twirling the clubs, placing them back into their slots, as she drew Excalibur once more. Now that the blade had been visible already, it was all the same to allow the golden shine of the Sword of the Promised Victory, bathe the arena in its light.
During the tactics conference of the other team, Rubaite had had more than enough time in the world, to finally fully climb out of the crater that had been left behind earlier.
What the fuck are these two up to? I mean for fucks sake. the man voiced with annoyance in his voice, whilst the magus’ response was swift.
It would seem that our opponents have no real...understanding of teamwork. Well, for us, that at least bought time to recover, even if slightly.
Wielding the Sword of Promised Victory, Excalibur, the unholy, twisted combination of knight and troll charged forth with an inhumane haste. Luckily for Rubaite, they weren’t inexperienced in the art of combat, as the man inside roared.
Time for some motherfucking lightsabers! the magus on the other hand, didn’t seem too thrilled about it, but as the situation was, Adam held complete control over their body, and so, the silver tube was drawn, and the blade released, as the newly wed Jedi Magus prepared.
A blade?! But how?! the knight noted with mild shock in her tone of voice, yet unwavering in her charge. The King of Knight’s courage wouldn’t waver, not in the face of such a minor change of events.
CLASH!
The lightsaber hissed as the pair of fused monstrosities clashed with incredible, immeasurable strength behind both attacks. A grin grew to decorate Artzee’s visage as she noticed a difference in their power, when compared to that of their opponent’s.
We’re stronger than them, in a straight blade lock we will win. The noting itself was calm… But it was only a split second later, that the proud King of Knights felt the soul crushing regret, of telling her partner in arms about this discovery.
Then let’s do this motherfuckers! the troll roared ecstatically, claiming control over their shared host body, beginning to force their blade against Rubaite’s, forcing the weapon closer to their own face, inch by inch. And there weren’t all that many inches left to go.
Wait that’s not the right tactical ap-...! the knight yelped, not having enough time to stop the inevitable from happening. What they won in strength, they lost in their complete lack of teamwork and communication. Oh, and the fact that Arthuria couldn’t stand Gamzee. And probably the fact that Gamzee would’ve nailed such a honey any day, given the chance to. Yeah, that was probably a part of it.
Fucking hell these guys are strong! the man noted as their blade was slowly being forced towards their very own face. Soon enough it’d start to burn them, whether they liked it, or not.
Well, their technique is inept, allow me. the magus stated, changing their stance just a little. And voilá. The knight of trolls… Troll of knights? Was sent tumbling into the ground past them, as Rubaite shut the lightsaber down and dodged the tumbling menace to the side.
Stop hindering me! the woman raised her voice in mild annoyance, as they tumbled into the ground, and managed to eventually make it back onto their feet. Whether you like me or not, we will have to work together, if we want to survive and emerge victorious! Please!
Yeah, I can most certainly be understanding that. Rather not go and end up dyin'. So, uh....what should we....do? the troll responded with an understanding tone even, something which surprised the knight greatly. Of course, how well this would go, was an entirely different matter. But in the end, progress was progress.
Oh please, we can fuckin’ take them. Anytime. Although, the troll side of their dynamic - let’s be honest now, not so dynamic duo - had to admit that taking the shot straight into the chest, despite avoiding the energy based attack, hadn’t been the best of ideas. After all, it had sent them flying back, only to land onto the ground afterwards.
Hm, I shall take it from here. the knight simply stated, quickly twirling the clubs, placing them back into their slots, as she drew Excalibur once more. Now that the blade had been visible already, it was all the same to allow the golden shine of the Sword of the Promised Victory, bathe the arena in its light.
During the tactics conference of the other team, Rubaite had had more than enough time in the world, to finally fully climb out of the crater that had been left behind earlier.
What the fuck are these two up to? I mean for fucks sake. the man voiced with annoyance in his voice, whilst the magus’ response was swift.
It would seem that our opponents have no real...understanding of teamwork. Well, for us, that at least bought time to recover, even if slightly.
Wielding the Sword of Promised Victory, Excalibur, the unholy, twisted combination of knight and troll charged forth with an inhumane haste. Luckily for Rubaite, they weren’t inexperienced in the art of combat, as the man inside roared.
Time for some motherfucking lightsabers! the magus on the other hand, didn’t seem too thrilled about it, but as the situation was, Adam held complete control over their body, and so, the silver tube was drawn, and the blade released, as the newly wed Jedi Magus prepared.
A blade?! But how?! the knight noted with mild shock in her tone of voice, yet unwavering in her charge. The King of Knight’s courage wouldn’t waver, not in the face of such a minor change of events.
CLASH!
The lightsaber hissed as the pair of fused monstrosities clashed with incredible, immeasurable strength behind both attacks. A grin grew to decorate Artzee’s visage as she noticed a difference in their power, when compared to that of their opponent’s.
We’re stronger than them, in a straight blade lock we will win. The noting itself was calm… But it was only a split second later, that the proud King of Knights felt the soul crushing regret, of telling her partner in arms about this discovery.
Then let’s do this motherfuckers! the troll roared ecstatically, claiming control over their shared host body, beginning to force their blade against Rubaite’s, forcing the weapon closer to their own face, inch by inch. And there weren’t all that many inches left to go.
Wait that’s not the right tactical ap-...! the knight yelped, not having enough time to stop the inevitable from happening. What they won in strength, they lost in their complete lack of teamwork and communication. Oh, and the fact that Arthuria couldn’t stand Gamzee. And probably the fact that Gamzee would’ve nailed such a honey any day, given the chance to. Yeah, that was probably a part of it.
Fucking hell these guys are strong! the man noted as their blade was slowly being forced towards their very own face. Soon enough it’d start to burn them, whether they liked it, or not.
Well, their technique is inept, allow me. the magus stated, changing their stance just a little. And voilá. The knight of trolls… Troll of knights? Was sent tumbling into the ground past them, as Rubaite shut the lightsaber down and dodged the tumbling menace to the side.
Stop hindering me! the woman raised her voice in mild annoyance, as they tumbled into the ground, and managed to eventually make it back onto their feet. Whether you like me or not, we will have to work together, if we want to survive and emerge victorious! Please!
Yeah, I can most certainly be understanding that. Rather not go and end up dyin'. So, uh....what should we....do? the troll responded with an understanding tone even, something which surprised the knight greatly. Of course, how well this would go, was an entirely different matter. But in the end, progress was progress.
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Rubaite used: Motherfucking Lightsaber
Artzee used: Excalibur (Revealed form)
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