06-16-2018, 07:42 AM
A blast of magic too powerful to be believed had struck Jibril’s scythe right before her ally had been thrown into her again. Her scythe disintegrated in her hands. Jibril pushed herself up, while Harley reloaded her gun from her position . Looking at Harley, Jibril considered her wounds. At this rate, Jibril and Harley were going to lose this fight. But there was something in Harley’s hand, even as she stood up.
Jibril recognized it, and it made her excited. “Aren’t those cigarettes? An addictive foul substance that harms Immanity?” Harley looked surprised at the sudden question and wide open mouth smile. “Yeah, I have a friend watching, I swiped them because I care not because I smoke. What's it to you?”
“I read about these in my master’s books but never had I laid eyes upon them. They…” Energy bullets hailed upon the pair. Jibril put herself between Harley and Cerise to give her time to finish reloading, her back now red with burns. Jibril’s face winced as the bullets exploded on her but continued. “They are difficult to stop using, a weakness of Immanity.”
Harley stood herself back up while Jibril's face calmed. Now wasn't the time for this. “Yea, I forgot I still had them.” Jibril’s hand, now glowing, had shot out while Harley started to speak, grabbing the cigarettes and holding them high up above her. “Hey, those are my lucky cigarettes now!”
“We will lose if you indulge in this weakness.” A holy ray shot out from JIbril’s hand, carrying the cigarettes with it completely disintegrating the pack. Jibril may not fully understand Harley, but she wanted no possibility of weakness. “Bitch!”
"We cannot have weaknesses distracting us." Silent Harley stood back. Jibril focused again on the fight. “I think it is time to show them the folly of their arrogance.” The smiles were gone, Jibril’s face formed a slight frown and her eyes opened wide glowing briefly. She held out one hand nonchalantly materializing a new scythe. A new wave of malevolence sharpened to a fine edge washed over the arena. Jibril turned to address Gildarts “As much as I loathe to admit it since you are mere Immanity.. Gildarts, you are worthy of my full attention as is your partner Cerise.”
Jibril’s eyes stayed keenly on Gildarts. Her analysis on present data screamed that this threat must be eliminated first. Both targets had revealed power surpassing Jibril and Harley. His actions were much less refined than the Dhampir-like creature yet still Jibril’s instincts did not sense the attacks thrown at her. Jibril focused magical power into her scythe, its black aura deepening to a color darker than night, while also readying a shift. “Keep her busy. I will deal with this man. We can talk after the fight.”
“Fine, but we aren’t done.” Harley separated from Jibril and started shooting while Cerise responded in kind with her own energy bullets.
Her enemies anticipated every move she made. Minimized the impact of JIbril’s movements and made full use of that time to injure her. To overcome this, she had to do the unexpected. She can’t underestimate them. Fight them as though they were Flugel. To overcome their battle instinct she couldn’t just use a new attack pattern, she had to do it faster than they could anticipate. She ran at full force at Gildarts without floating. Jibril needed all of her focus, even the magic customarily used to maintain flight.
She didn’t stop; energy fully charged she intended to merely run him down. Unsure of what her game was, Gildarts focused his glowing white magic in one of his fists. Jibril’s eyes glanced at the other target, a stray attack now could be devastating. Harley didn’t look so good, but still had Cerise’s attention.Returning her attention, she watched the magical spirits on Gildarts’s hand. Timing was everything.
POP, Gildarts’s fist met the air, while his back split with pain. A radiating pain unlike any other. Jibril’s brute force method to destroy space and distort gravity rippled around the wound which was comparable to his gravity magic. A couple of moments later, a second crack resounded as the space she damaged snapped back, the stress of both actions making a bloody mess of his skin. Surprising to Jibril, he reacted too quickly and whirled around with a one-two punch. The air was heavy as his charged fist plowed into Jibril’s face knocking her back and sending her tumbling.
Energy drained, body heavy, Jibril struggled to right herself. Slowly her body became lighter. She could feel the lingering spirits of this man falling off. It was a little dirty, to force spirits to cling to others. A much too intimate magical effect, especially to someone made entirely of spirits. She was dizzy, but she had to stand. The coldness of her voice matched her gaze. “You are wrong about one thing. If you don’t try to kill me, you won’t get me out of the ring.”
Jibril recognized it, and it made her excited. “Aren’t those cigarettes? An addictive foul substance that harms Immanity?” Harley looked surprised at the sudden question and wide open mouth smile. “Yeah, I have a friend watching, I swiped them because I care not because I smoke. What's it to you?”
“I read about these in my master’s books but never had I laid eyes upon them. They…” Energy bullets hailed upon the pair. Jibril put herself between Harley and Cerise to give her time to finish reloading, her back now red with burns. Jibril’s face winced as the bullets exploded on her but continued. “They are difficult to stop using, a weakness of Immanity.”
Harley stood herself back up while Jibril's face calmed. Now wasn't the time for this. “Yea, I forgot I still had them.” Jibril’s hand, now glowing, had shot out while Harley started to speak, grabbing the cigarettes and holding them high up above her. “Hey, those are my lucky cigarettes now!”
“We will lose if you indulge in this weakness.” A holy ray shot out from JIbril’s hand, carrying the cigarettes with it completely disintegrating the pack. Jibril may not fully understand Harley, but she wanted no possibility of weakness. “Bitch!”
"We cannot have weaknesses distracting us." Silent Harley stood back. Jibril focused again on the fight. “I think it is time to show them the folly of their arrogance.” The smiles were gone, Jibril’s face formed a slight frown and her eyes opened wide glowing briefly. She held out one hand nonchalantly materializing a new scythe. A new wave of malevolence sharpened to a fine edge washed over the arena. Jibril turned to address Gildarts “As much as I loathe to admit it since you are mere Immanity.. Gildarts, you are worthy of my full attention as is your partner Cerise.”
Jibril’s eyes stayed keenly on Gildarts. Her analysis on present data screamed that this threat must be eliminated first. Both targets had revealed power surpassing Jibril and Harley. His actions were much less refined than the Dhampir-like creature yet still Jibril’s instincts did not sense the attacks thrown at her. Jibril focused magical power into her scythe, its black aura deepening to a color darker than night, while also readying a shift. “Keep her busy. I will deal with this man. We can talk after the fight.”
“Fine, but we aren’t done.” Harley separated from Jibril and started shooting while Cerise responded in kind with her own energy bullets.
Her enemies anticipated every move she made. Minimized the impact of JIbril’s movements and made full use of that time to injure her. To overcome this, she had to do the unexpected. She can’t underestimate them. Fight them as though they were Flugel. To overcome their battle instinct she couldn’t just use a new attack pattern, she had to do it faster than they could anticipate. She ran at full force at Gildarts without floating. Jibril needed all of her focus, even the magic customarily used to maintain flight.
She didn’t stop; energy fully charged she intended to merely run him down. Unsure of what her game was, Gildarts focused his glowing white magic in one of his fists. Jibril’s eyes glanced at the other target, a stray attack now could be devastating. Harley didn’t look so good, but still had Cerise’s attention.Returning her attention, she watched the magical spirits on Gildarts’s hand. Timing was everything.
POP, Gildarts’s fist met the air, while his back split with pain. A radiating pain unlike any other. Jibril’s brute force method to destroy space and distort gravity rippled around the wound which was comparable to his gravity magic. A couple of moments later, a second crack resounded as the space she damaged snapped back, the stress of both actions making a bloody mess of his skin. Surprising to Jibril, he reacted too quickly and whirled around with a one-two punch. The air was heavy as his charged fist plowed into Jibril’s face knocking her back and sending her tumbling.
Energy drained, body heavy, Jibril struggled to right herself. Slowly her body became lighter. She could feel the lingering spirits of this man falling off. It was a little dirty, to force spirits to cling to others. A much too intimate magical effect, especially to someone made entirely of spirits. She was dizzy, but she had to stand. The coldness of her voice matched her gaze. “You are wrong about one thing. If you don’t try to kill me, you won’t get me out of the ring.”
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-2 SP: Jibril Used T1 Super Form Focus Full Round (4/4/4/5)