12-22-2015, 11:44 AM
The crowd roared its approval as Bandit stampeded forward and slammed shoulder-first into the abdomen of the sorcerer, throwing them both from the altar and down fifteen feet to the barren earth beneath them.
A dull thud welcomed both warriors when they smashed into the ground. Shang felt his spine flatten on impact, while the bandit’s skull was her first possession to crumple against the unyielding red floor of the arena. Although there were stars spinning around her head, Bandit shoved away from the equally dazed man and rolled onto her stomach. Once her knees and palms were beneath her body, she shoved herself upright and lurched onto her feet.
“Wasn’t exactly the plan,” the woman slurred as she looked around for her rifle.
“It’s better to just go with it,” Shang muttered as he threw out a palm and launched a screaming skull of fire at his opponent.
Bandit’s eyes went wide as she toppled backwards, the skull soaring high over her painted visage and exploding against the underside of the altar. When she regained her posture, she scowled at Shang, who merely twisted his fingers around and summoned another projectile from the ground in front of his grimy adversary.
The second skull clipped Bandit’s chin, throwing her head back with an audible pop before the slightly redirected fireball exploded a few yards overhead, showering her with tiny embers.
Stumbling back, the woman clamped a hand around her neck and started to knead her skin like dough. “I don’t know if I should be upset or not, that kind of felt good,” Bandit smirked as she tugged at a yellow bow on her forearm. “Now then.” With a swift motion, the vagabond snatched the yellow loop of fabric from her arm and threw it forward.
Through some sort of twisted magic, the fabric shot out, expanding to cover the distance in the blink of an eye. Shang tried to move out of the way, but before he could, the ribbon wrapped around his neck. With a swift motion, Bandit removed any slack from the fabric, and the sorcerer’s eyes went wide as his breathing was cut off. For a moment, Shang twitched and gurgled, but after a few seconds, he dropped the façade and just glared at the woman.
“I know, I know.” A smile spread across the woman’s painted face. “I’m not that dumb.”
Before Shang could offer a rebuttal, the bandit grabbed the ribbon with both hands and wrenched back, pulling the monk from his feet. Before the red dust could settle around the man, he was being dragged across the ground like some sort of lassoed farm animal, and unlike grass, the ground he was forcibly traversing face-first was rock and rough dirt. By the time he’d shaken the haze away, he could already feel fresh wetness on his face as he bounced off a rock that hooked his lip and tore a deep gash into it.
Grabbing onto the rock as it slid under the rest of his body, Shang grunted as the ribbon wrenched at his neck. His free hand reached down to the metal handle hanging from his belt, and once the lightsaber was in his hand, he slashed through the ribbon. As the fabric fell limply to the ground, it quickly slithered back to its master, who quickly tied it back around her forearm. A beat later, Shang was on his feet again, his face a crimson mass that dripped and oozed blood all down his chest.
“You’re a prime, you can handle it.” Bandit remarked, glancing at the blade in the sorcerer’s hand. A thought must have crossed her mind, but she quickly shrugged it away as she suddenly shouldered her rifle. The weapon smacked against her already bruised shoulder as it discharged a condensed bolt of red energy.
Shang stepped back and lifted the energy blade.
With a crackling hiss, the bolt of energy struck the lightsaber and ricocheted up into the force field, causing the people in that section to all recoil in momentary shock.
For a moment, Bandit flashed a brief smile, but after that momentary display, she fired again. Rather than leave it at that, the woman kept firing—the rifle bucking in her grip as it spat fiery death at the sorcerer.
Try as he might, Shang Tsung couldn’t defend against all the bolts. After redirected the first several attacks, one clipped his shoulder, knocking him off balance before the next struck him in the gut.
A dull thud welcomed both warriors when they smashed into the ground. Shang felt his spine flatten on impact, while the bandit’s skull was her first possession to crumple against the unyielding red floor of the arena. Although there were stars spinning around her head, Bandit shoved away from the equally dazed man and rolled onto her stomach. Once her knees and palms were beneath her body, she shoved herself upright and lurched onto her feet.
“Wasn’t exactly the plan,” the woman slurred as she looked around for her rifle.
“It’s better to just go with it,” Shang muttered as he threw out a palm and launched a screaming skull of fire at his opponent.
Bandit’s eyes went wide as she toppled backwards, the skull soaring high over her painted visage and exploding against the underside of the altar. When she regained her posture, she scowled at Shang, who merely twisted his fingers around and summoned another projectile from the ground in front of his grimy adversary.
The second skull clipped Bandit’s chin, throwing her head back with an audible pop before the slightly redirected fireball exploded a few yards overhead, showering her with tiny embers.
Stumbling back, the woman clamped a hand around her neck and started to knead her skin like dough. “I don’t know if I should be upset or not, that kind of felt good,” Bandit smirked as she tugged at a yellow bow on her forearm. “Now then.” With a swift motion, the vagabond snatched the yellow loop of fabric from her arm and threw it forward.
Through some sort of twisted magic, the fabric shot out, expanding to cover the distance in the blink of an eye. Shang tried to move out of the way, but before he could, the ribbon wrapped around his neck. With a swift motion, Bandit removed any slack from the fabric, and the sorcerer’s eyes went wide as his breathing was cut off. For a moment, Shang twitched and gurgled, but after a few seconds, he dropped the façade and just glared at the woman.
“I know, I know.” A smile spread across the woman’s painted face. “I’m not that dumb.”
Before Shang could offer a rebuttal, the bandit grabbed the ribbon with both hands and wrenched back, pulling the monk from his feet. Before the red dust could settle around the man, he was being dragged across the ground like some sort of lassoed farm animal, and unlike grass, the ground he was forcibly traversing face-first was rock and rough dirt. By the time he’d shaken the haze away, he could already feel fresh wetness on his face as he bounced off a rock that hooked his lip and tore a deep gash into it.
Grabbing onto the rock as it slid under the rest of his body, Shang grunted as the ribbon wrenched at his neck. His free hand reached down to the metal handle hanging from his belt, and once the lightsaber was in his hand, he slashed through the ribbon. As the fabric fell limply to the ground, it quickly slithered back to its master, who quickly tied it back around her forearm. A beat later, Shang was on his feet again, his face a crimson mass that dripped and oozed blood all down his chest.
“You’re a prime, you can handle it.” Bandit remarked, glancing at the blade in the sorcerer’s hand. A thought must have crossed her mind, but she quickly shrugged it away as she suddenly shouldered her rifle. The weapon smacked against her already bruised shoulder as it discharged a condensed bolt of red energy.
Shang stepped back and lifted the energy blade.
With a crackling hiss, the bolt of energy struck the lightsaber and ricocheted up into the force field, causing the people in that section to all recoil in momentary shock.
For a moment, Bandit flashed a brief smile, but after that momentary display, she fired again. Rather than leave it at that, the woman kept firing—the rifle bucking in her grip as it spat fiery death at the sorcerer.
Try as he might, Shang Tsung couldn’t defend against all the bolts. After redirected the first several attacks, one clipped his shoulder, knocking him off balance before the next struck him in the gut.
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