05-29-2016, 09:01 PM
"Hey you!" Jams yelled in a rough New York accent, "What the heck was that for?!" He was already going deaf from loud music and playing the trombone, he didn't need ear piercing gunshots added into the mix. "You know what, I'm outta here." He turned away from the attacker and walked back to the bar to place his frosty mug back on the counter. He then got up from his seat and walked to the door. Just as he was about to exit, however, the assaulter nearly shot him in the back of the shoulder. The bullet just scraped past, but it was enough for Jams to feel like he'd just taken a giant shot or something. His face filled with red as his entire body trembled with rage. With his arms tensed and his hands clutched, he pulled them back toward his torso and slammed them hard against the door panelling, shouting in rage. "You have GOT to be KIDDING ME! GET O'ER HERE, KID!!"
Jams jumped onto a table and tried to dash toward the enemy, jumping off of each dusty table for momentum. Each jump was stronger the last, and he was picking up speed with each platform he landed on. The air breezed by him as he moved, cooling his temper slightly until the thought of him nearly being offed twice refueled his fury. He was four tables away when he finally readied his broom for a nice smackdown. His attacker shot twice in the meantime, both at the legs. The first missed as he lifted his leg at the last second, but the second bullet scraped along the side of Jams leg. Jams fell from the pain and landed hard on his shoulder onto the table next to Cargo Pants Man. The sudden weight caused the table to collapse, and before either of them had known it, Jams had rolled into the legs of his opponent and knocked him down as well. Dust flew everywhere, making it slightly harder to see. The broom in Jams' hands had fallen under a table next to the piano, which was about ten feet away.
Obviously Jams couldn't reach his broom, but he could pummel his opponent as he laid right beside him. He got on his knees and started beating the heck out of the man's back like he were in percussion playing the atomic crash cymbol. He just noticed in this time that the ghastly pianist had gotten with a couple other ghosts and was playing a nice tune that fit a saloon fight. He gradually slowed and began to beat to the ragtime rhythm like a bass drum, actually calmed down and realized that he was pummeling a person in the process. Jams got off as a result, completely forgetting the fact that he was nearly killed. He remembered two seconds later and tried to get back to fighting his assassin, but he had already gotten up and was certainly not pleased.
Jams tried to get up, but his legs still slightly ached from both the bullet and having fallen off a broken table, so he collapsed to the floor. It seemed inevitable that he would need his broom, so as the man tried to fire two more shots Jams rolled over toward the piano to attain his weapon once more. Both bullets hit, one in the shoulder and one in the center of his foot. Neither feels that bad, but it'll certainly leave an annoying footnote throughout the battle! Jams thought rather "slyly." No, but really, it hurts quite a bit. He grabbed his broom and rolled behind a table, using his cleaning apparatus to hold himself up as he accustomed himself to walking with a shot foot without exposing his head. A stealth tactic could work a bit better at getting closer to the man, so Jams decides to sneak close from underneath the wooden platforms.
Jams peered from under the tables around the room. He had trouble spotting the criminal, at least until he attempted to escape from the opposite side of the room with his back against the wall. Why on earth would he try to escape if he wanted to kill me? Jams figured perhaps that he was going to rob him but his assaulter was purely stealth oriented. Or rather, maybe the outdoors would provide a handicap for Jams' strict melee fight style? That would certainly make things much more complicated. As such, Jams stood up, grabbed a barrel and hurled it at the attacker.
Jams jumped onto a table and tried to dash toward the enemy, jumping off of each dusty table for momentum. Each jump was stronger the last, and he was picking up speed with each platform he landed on. The air breezed by him as he moved, cooling his temper slightly until the thought of him nearly being offed twice refueled his fury. He was four tables away when he finally readied his broom for a nice smackdown. His attacker shot twice in the meantime, both at the legs. The first missed as he lifted his leg at the last second, but the second bullet scraped along the side of Jams leg. Jams fell from the pain and landed hard on his shoulder onto the table next to Cargo Pants Man. The sudden weight caused the table to collapse, and before either of them had known it, Jams had rolled into the legs of his opponent and knocked him down as well. Dust flew everywhere, making it slightly harder to see. The broom in Jams' hands had fallen under a table next to the piano, which was about ten feet away.
Obviously Jams couldn't reach his broom, but he could pummel his opponent as he laid right beside him. He got on his knees and started beating the heck out of the man's back like he were in percussion playing the atomic crash cymbol. He just noticed in this time that the ghastly pianist had gotten with a couple other ghosts and was playing a nice tune that fit a saloon fight. He gradually slowed and began to beat to the ragtime rhythm like a bass drum, actually calmed down and realized that he was pummeling a person in the process. Jams got off as a result, completely forgetting the fact that he was nearly killed. He remembered two seconds later and tried to get back to fighting his assassin, but he had already gotten up and was certainly not pleased.
Jams tried to get up, but his legs still slightly ached from both the bullet and having fallen off a broken table, so he collapsed to the floor. It seemed inevitable that he would need his broom, so as the man tried to fire two more shots Jams rolled over toward the piano to attain his weapon once more. Both bullets hit, one in the shoulder and one in the center of his foot. Neither feels that bad, but it'll certainly leave an annoying footnote throughout the battle! Jams thought rather "slyly." No, but really, it hurts quite a bit. He grabbed his broom and rolled behind a table, using his cleaning apparatus to hold himself up as he accustomed himself to walking with a shot foot without exposing his head. A stealth tactic could work a bit better at getting closer to the man, so Jams decides to sneak close from underneath the wooden platforms.
Jams peered from under the tables around the room. He had trouble spotting the criminal, at least until he attempted to escape from the opposite side of the room with his back against the wall. Why on earth would he try to escape if he wanted to kill me? Jams figured perhaps that he was going to rob him but his assaulter was purely stealth oriented. Or rather, maybe the outdoors would provide a handicap for Jams' strict melee fight style? That would certainly make things much more complicated. As such, Jams stood up, grabbed a barrel and hurled it at the attacker.
Quote:WORD COUNT: 800 (including BBCcode)
POWERS: Jams: Super Jump; Yukki: Stealth
MOVES: Jams: Augmented Broom; Yukki: Semiautomatic Handgun
SUPERS: N/A
RECOMMENDED SONGS: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hZ_H-_NI4SU
*passes the baton to Yuke*