12-19-2015, 10:02 AM
In many ways, the sorcerer found some solace in ending his tournament experience fighting the most normal thing he’d seen so far—a dirty, smelly woman with a sneer on her face and an animal glint in her eyes. After the dragon, the femme fatale-wannabe, the false child, and the maniac, this didn’t seem too far from left field.
Although the echo of the gong had since died away, neither finalist made their move.
“How would you like to begin?” Shang inquired after the pregnant pause lingered into something that was starting to make the crowd antsy.
Bandit reached over her shoulder and slung forward an extremely modern-looking rifle that exuded a faint red glow from its barrel. In response, the sorcerer held out a hand and telekinetically summoned his handgun from the inside of his robe. Faint streamers of green smoke wafted from the tip of the weapon as Shang thumbed the safety and waited for the woman’s move.
Instead, the greasy woman snickered and reached for her other visible weapon—a large hammer with what seemed to be an engine constructed around part of its head. Once it was in its master’s hands, the machine parts started to thrum and belch black smog into the air. Never one to be counted out, Shang holstered the pistol and held out his hands. There was a brilliant flash of light before the shimmering Day’suis appeared in his grip.
The appearance of the giant hammer in her adversary’s grip actually elicited a grin from the bandit’s painted visage. When she spoke, there was some sort of forced Southern twang in her tone. “All right, all right, all right.”
Just like that, the bandit rushed forward, her grimy, calloused hands feverishly squeezing her hammer as the engine roared its approval. For his part, Shang relaxed back as the head of his weapon started to glimmer.
The sorcerer swung the moment he got that first strong whiff of the woman’s ‘perfume’—a strange blend of grease, sweat, and old leather.
You’re mine.
A smile flashed on Shang’s face.
His weapon discharged its solar-infused blast—
—and a split second later, the vagrant’s hammer erupted outward with its own energy-laced shockwave.
Neither prime had been prepared for the other’s maneuver, and in that dazzling mixture of red-yellow heat and light, both were knocked from their feet and thrown backwards like toys discarded by a fuming infant.
A pair of giant hammers thudded against the stone floor of the altar as their owners, both now smoldering and throbbing, scrambled to their feet.
Despite the familiar copper taste that now coated his mouth, the sorcerer made it to his feet first. Before making it two paces, the ground in front of him fountained upward as it was struck by concentrated laser bolts. Shang grimaced and dove sideways as pieces of the heated stone shrapnel peppered his legs.
As he rolled, his hand found the Desert Eagle, and before he had finished the evasive motion, he started to return fire.
Each soulfire round filled the air with the wailing chorus of damned souls and left ghostly trails of green hanging in their wake.
For her part, the bandit didn’t seem shaken by the theatrics, but the idea of the bulking rounds blasting holes in her painted face was something altogether different.
Bandit dropped back onto her haunches and squeezed off a few more rounds before having to roll away to avoid the counter fire. Once upright, she set her focus on her weapon at the center of the altar. Shouldering her gun, she jogged forward and sprayed death in her wake.
Rather than contend with superior firepower, Shang dove toward the stairs in a quest for cover.
With the way laid open, Bandit moved forward to claim both prizes. Laying off the trigger of her weapon, she crouched and reached for the handle of her sledgehammer.
Before she could close her metal hand around the bandage-wrapped handle, she paused at the sight of her hammer jiggling on the ground. A beat later, the entire thing was sliding and bouncing to the other side of the altar of its own accord.
Stooped on the stairs, Shang sneered as the hammer came into his outstretched hands, and one violent motion later, it was spiraling down to the ground.
“Well [i]fuuuuck[i] you,” the woman shot back as she grabbed the Day’suis. In a flash of sunlight, the weapon vanished and reappeared in Shang’s hands. “I repeat. Fuck you.”
Although the echo of the gong had since died away, neither finalist made their move.
“How would you like to begin?” Shang inquired after the pregnant pause lingered into something that was starting to make the crowd antsy.
Bandit reached over her shoulder and slung forward an extremely modern-looking rifle that exuded a faint red glow from its barrel. In response, the sorcerer held out a hand and telekinetically summoned his handgun from the inside of his robe. Faint streamers of green smoke wafted from the tip of the weapon as Shang thumbed the safety and waited for the woman’s move.
Instead, the greasy woman snickered and reached for her other visible weapon—a large hammer with what seemed to be an engine constructed around part of its head. Once it was in its master’s hands, the machine parts started to thrum and belch black smog into the air. Never one to be counted out, Shang holstered the pistol and held out his hands. There was a brilliant flash of light before the shimmering Day’suis appeared in his grip.
The appearance of the giant hammer in her adversary’s grip actually elicited a grin from the bandit’s painted visage. When she spoke, there was some sort of forced Southern twang in her tone. “All right, all right, all right.”
Just like that, the bandit rushed forward, her grimy, calloused hands feverishly squeezing her hammer as the engine roared its approval. For his part, Shang relaxed back as the head of his weapon started to glimmer.
The sorcerer swung the moment he got that first strong whiff of the woman’s ‘perfume’—a strange blend of grease, sweat, and old leather.
You’re mine.
A smile flashed on Shang’s face.
His weapon discharged its solar-infused blast—
—and a split second later, the vagrant’s hammer erupted outward with its own energy-laced shockwave.
Neither prime had been prepared for the other’s maneuver, and in that dazzling mixture of red-yellow heat and light, both were knocked from their feet and thrown backwards like toys discarded by a fuming infant.
A pair of giant hammers thudded against the stone floor of the altar as their owners, both now smoldering and throbbing, scrambled to their feet.
Despite the familiar copper taste that now coated his mouth, the sorcerer made it to his feet first. Before making it two paces, the ground in front of him fountained upward as it was struck by concentrated laser bolts. Shang grimaced and dove sideways as pieces of the heated stone shrapnel peppered his legs.
As he rolled, his hand found the Desert Eagle, and before he had finished the evasive motion, he started to return fire.
Each soulfire round filled the air with the wailing chorus of damned souls and left ghostly trails of green hanging in their wake.
For her part, the bandit didn’t seem shaken by the theatrics, but the idea of the bulking rounds blasting holes in her painted face was something altogether different.
Bandit dropped back onto her haunches and squeezed off a few more rounds before having to roll away to avoid the counter fire. Once upright, she set her focus on her weapon at the center of the altar. Shouldering her gun, she jogged forward and sprayed death in her wake.
Rather than contend with superior firepower, Shang dove toward the stairs in a quest for cover.
With the way laid open, Bandit moved forward to claim both prizes. Laying off the trigger of her weapon, she crouched and reached for the handle of her sledgehammer.
Before she could close her metal hand around the bandage-wrapped handle, she paused at the sight of her hammer jiggling on the ground. A beat later, the entire thing was sliding and bouncing to the other side of the altar of its own accord.
Stooped on the stairs, Shang sneered as the hammer came into his outstretched hands, and one violent motion later, it was spiraling down to the ground.
“Well [i]fuuuuck[i] you,” the woman shot back as she grabbed the Day’suis. In a flash of sunlight, the weapon vanished and reappeared in Shang’s hands. “I repeat. Fuck you.”
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