04-26-2016, 01:35 PM
Flecks of hot ash clumped in his eyes, while the same black snow coated his shoulders and dusted his fire-colored hair. Immense magic poured from around the Prime, who now had the shadowy form of a silhouette, with only red slits for eyes. He looked like a dragon himself, though without the serpentine body. Charges of magic began to fling from the air around Gildarts in bolts of white energy, while his legs pushed off the ground. The dragon’s head had sunk low enough for the mage to reach, since the warrior of Asgard had sent such a powerful attack into the dragon’s thick skull. Gildarts was propelled upward, as much as his jump would take him, and his form gracefully fell into the fuming beam of the dragon’s jaws.
The Prime was unyielding, and would not alter his trajectory, even for the fear of getting burned. A charged fist rattled uncontrollably as it grew with immense power and then was thrown in the distinctive shape of a curved uppercut. The darkened sky suffused with the light of his magic while his fist carried into the maw of the beast with a force resembling a wrecking ball, spurts of flame escaped from the corner of it's jaw and the volcanic dragon spiraled upward, only to come down on the Prime with a vengeance.
Spires of fire flared around the strongest prime, who had braced himself for not only the fall into the ground, but the ancient beast’s unearthly power. Gildarts had extended a hand, but the shield he would have liked to produce was not the one he had willed his magic to create. Instead, Gildarts had procured a smaller and more durable shield, enough to protect the Prime’s torso and the bottom half of his face, the rest were scorched by the dragon’s wrath.
Immediately, his suffered from the molten, bubbling heat atop his bones, melted into the rubber soles of his boots and the fabric of his shorts. The visible skin of his leg was charred and blackened, resembling much of the rocks around him, while the other leg now had its cloth stripped away by the roasting heat and revealed the shiny gleam of metal, sizzling from the after-effects of the flame. The joint where his leg met this inorganic limb was enough to make any man cripple with pain, yet Gildarts stood standing, the agonized expression of his face cloaked only by the black layer of singed, crispy skin and thick soot. The strip of skin around his eyes were shadowed like a bandit's.
But still, he was standing.
The wizard’s will to fight was stronger than ever, in this time, his allies had taken the dragon’s subdued movement to strike... While inside Gil's ears, a thunderous laugh caused him to cease the bombardments of his magic on Volvalgia’s underbelly and clamp his palms snugly to the sides of his head. His own throat numbed with a scream. Gildarts had thought the sound had come from Volvagia, who perhaps was having too much fun, but the glimpse of action Gildarts saw just before the darkness confirmed that the dragon’s mouth was full of fire, ready to burn a seething, gaping hole into the rest of his party. The mighty prime was flung off his feet by the shockwave of the creature’s thrashing tail and he fell back-first into a sharp, crystalline stone with the infallible strength of a diamond. As his body paved a way through the jagged rock of the ground and freshly unearthed soil, his skin began to bear the bloody signs of this tumbling... Until Prime’s spine collided with the stone, the impact of his body smashed into the boulder a loud and deafening Crack!
A voice slithered into the Prime’s thoughts using the path of pain created by every bleeding accessory of his body, Hahaha, Gildarts, you didn’t actually think you stood a chance in defeating this dragon without me, do you? Look what happened last time? And they don’t seem to be doing much better... The galling voice fed off of the weakness Gildarts had yet to admit to himself.
From his pile of ashen dirt, the wizard felt his head pounding with odious stabs of agony between every breath he heaved into the shattered cage around his lungs. The Prime clenched his silver fist, which the Malefactor had referred to, yet he also weighed in the fact that giving in also meant that the Malefactor would have the chance to kill every one of his allies with his own hands... Gildarts found his thoughts had been conquered by the voice he’d only just been introduced to, the same voice which now lived permanently within him. A trickle of blood rolled into the wizened creases of his fretted brow as the wizard looked beyond where his feet could take him. His eyes fixed on the group -no- the dragon, and anger unraveled itself in the form of immeasurable power, which still cascaded upward like a waterfall in the aura around Gildarts’ shoulders. The malefactor snickered, You know what you must do... That is, if you want to save your... the deep, resonating voice placed a balanced pause, as though searching for a vulnerable word....
"Friends."
Amber eyes flickered over to his group, which, in the tides of this battle, did not appear to be winning. With enough sheer power, perhaps they had a chance, but the Prime could not shake the feeling that had formed his his gut. One that told him, the Malefactor was right.
“Tch,” this was no time for the irate prime to argue with he creature who prided itself in its ability to thrive off of the darkest doubts in the man’s mind mind. “You foul creature, if I knew of a way to destroy you too, or lock you where you could never escape, that’s where you would be.” To anyone else, it would have seemed like Gildarts was talking to himself, but Gildarts found himself immersed in the battle, his anger had skyrocketed and in his veins, boiled like the hot magma that surrounded them in the mountainous backdrop. Meanwhile the barbaric beast was at it again, his howl echoed in the sky, while the ignoble foe had targeted the young man with black hair who wielded a sword, and Tom, who were both recovering from a blow Gil had not seen strike them. The pain was worn on their faces, and it became apparent to Gildarts that they had little means, and no time, to even dodge.
Gildarts grimaced and tears of pain cooled his inflamed cheeks while his hands dug into the ground and he attempted to stand. I can still fight. As his gait was restored to its full might, smoldering ash scorched the Prime’s black cloak, leaving a trail of fire as the Prime’s shape blurred into a jump, and put himself between his allies and the dragon’s destructive strike.
The Prime was unyielding, and would not alter his trajectory, even for the fear of getting burned. A charged fist rattled uncontrollably as it grew with immense power and then was thrown in the distinctive shape of a curved uppercut. The darkened sky suffused with the light of his magic while his fist carried into the maw of the beast with a force resembling a wrecking ball, spurts of flame escaped from the corner of it's jaw and the volcanic dragon spiraled upward, only to come down on the Prime with a vengeance.
Spires of fire flared around the strongest prime, who had braced himself for not only the fall into the ground, but the ancient beast’s unearthly power. Gildarts had extended a hand, but the shield he would have liked to produce was not the one he had willed his magic to create. Instead, Gildarts had procured a smaller and more durable shield, enough to protect the Prime’s torso and the bottom half of his face, the rest were scorched by the dragon’s wrath.
Immediately, his suffered from the molten, bubbling heat atop his bones, melted into the rubber soles of his boots and the fabric of his shorts. The visible skin of his leg was charred and blackened, resembling much of the rocks around him, while the other leg now had its cloth stripped away by the roasting heat and revealed the shiny gleam of metal, sizzling from the after-effects of the flame. The joint where his leg met this inorganic limb was enough to make any man cripple with pain, yet Gildarts stood standing, the agonized expression of his face cloaked only by the black layer of singed, crispy skin and thick soot. The strip of skin around his eyes were shadowed like a bandit's.
But still, he was standing.
The wizard’s will to fight was stronger than ever, in this time, his allies had taken the dragon’s subdued movement to strike... While inside Gil's ears, a thunderous laugh caused him to cease the bombardments of his magic on Volvalgia’s underbelly and clamp his palms snugly to the sides of his head. His own throat numbed with a scream. Gildarts had thought the sound had come from Volvagia, who perhaps was having too much fun, but the glimpse of action Gildarts saw just before the darkness confirmed that the dragon’s mouth was full of fire, ready to burn a seething, gaping hole into the rest of his party. The mighty prime was flung off his feet by the shockwave of the creature’s thrashing tail and he fell back-first into a sharp, crystalline stone with the infallible strength of a diamond. As his body paved a way through the jagged rock of the ground and freshly unearthed soil, his skin began to bear the bloody signs of this tumbling... Until Prime’s spine collided with the stone, the impact of his body smashed into the boulder a loud and deafening Crack!
A voice slithered into the Prime’s thoughts using the path of pain created by every bleeding accessory of his body, Hahaha, Gildarts, you didn’t actually think you stood a chance in defeating this dragon without me, do you? Look what happened last time? And they don’t seem to be doing much better... The galling voice fed off of the weakness Gildarts had yet to admit to himself.
From his pile of ashen dirt, the wizard felt his head pounding with odious stabs of agony between every breath he heaved into the shattered cage around his lungs. The Prime clenched his silver fist, which the Malefactor had referred to, yet he also weighed in the fact that giving in also meant that the Malefactor would have the chance to kill every one of his allies with his own hands... Gildarts found his thoughts had been conquered by the voice he’d only just been introduced to, the same voice which now lived permanently within him. A trickle of blood rolled into the wizened creases of his fretted brow as the wizard looked beyond where his feet could take him. His eyes fixed on the group -no- the dragon, and anger unraveled itself in the form of immeasurable power, which still cascaded upward like a waterfall in the aura around Gildarts’ shoulders. The malefactor snickered, You know what you must do... That is, if you want to save your... the deep, resonating voice placed a balanced pause, as though searching for a vulnerable word....
"Friends."
Amber eyes flickered over to his group, which, in the tides of this battle, did not appear to be winning. With enough sheer power, perhaps they had a chance, but the Prime could not shake the feeling that had formed his his gut. One that told him, the Malefactor was right.
“Tch,” this was no time for the irate prime to argue with he creature who prided itself in its ability to thrive off of the darkest doubts in the man’s mind mind. “You foul creature, if I knew of a way to destroy you too, or lock you where you could never escape, that’s where you would be.” To anyone else, it would have seemed like Gildarts was talking to himself, but Gildarts found himself immersed in the battle, his anger had skyrocketed and in his veins, boiled like the hot magma that surrounded them in the mountainous backdrop. Meanwhile the barbaric beast was at it again, his howl echoed in the sky, while the ignoble foe had targeted the young man with black hair who wielded a sword, and Tom, who were both recovering from a blow Gil had not seen strike them. The pain was worn on their faces, and it became apparent to Gildarts that they had little means, and no time, to even dodge.
Gildarts grimaced and tears of pain cooled his inflamed cheeks while his hands dug into the ground and he attempted to stand. I can still fight. As his gait was restored to its full might, smoldering ash scorched the Prime’s black cloak, leaving a trail of fire as the Prime’s shape blurred into a jump, and put himself between his allies and the dragon’s destructive strike.
Quote:Used- Tier 1 transformation for this round only -1sp
Used- Supermove tier 1 crushing evil, spreading truth - 1 sp (into the dragon's jaw)
Used-defensive supermove Crash and burn- 1sp (at the VERY end of the battle, where Gildarts put himself between the attack and his allies)
3/8 used
1200 words exactly used according to the site (which I believe weighs in the italics and bolds)
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