07-02-2018, 12:20 AM
The fiery hellscape was something out of your worst nightmares. Besides danger from the rain of burning rubble, being within ten feet of the magma left devastating consequences. Just the intensity of the heat alone left burning blisters on my skin.
The challenger I faced now was a master at his craft. His blades danced with every slash carved into my skin. I imagined he was what Deadshot would be like if his forte were blades instead of assault rifles. “It’s way too fricking hot here," Victor complained through the heat and smolder. "Why fight in these conditions when we can get naked instead?” the assassin teased playfully. Twirling his daggers, he asked, “How do you feel about knife play?”
Sleazy, corrupt, and awfully damn sure of himself, he hinted, "I'm looking at you right now,” licking his lips with hunger, “under those clothes." Victor slashed and glided underneath the swing of my bat. In one fell swoop, his daggers cut through the front of my bustier like scissors through paper. My competitor was quick, and I was barely able to avoid life-threatening ramifications.
All of a sudden, the insanity awoke like a demon that was locked away in my mind. It erupted with a bone-chilling ring of maniacal laughter inside my head. "Look how pathetic you are, you still think you can be a one-man show?" the madman hissed.
Back in the real world, Victor lunged at my ribs with malicious intent. By putting my arm between his blade and my guts, I was able to keep my lunch. Even when Victor missed his mark, he still strolled around with a satisfied smug look on his face. "Can you feel my eyes on you?" Victor questioned as his blade sliced through my glove and cut deep into my skin. The fact that the assassin only stopped to taunt was a testament to his skill.
Victor could seriously fuck me up, but instead, he was toying with me. It was infuriating. My clothing was hanging together by threads and I was already one glove down. "What happens when I run out?" I thought to myself in a panic. The Joker responded with a crippling psychotic howl that rang through my ears.
The laughing left me disorientated, and I fell to my knees, allowing Victor behind me. He grabbed a handful of my hair and whispered, "Can you feel me in the pit of your stomach?" In a flash, the assassin cut off a strap of my bustier and degradingly threw my head forward.
Paralyzing fear overtook my body. Everything around me faded away until it was just me and Mistah Jay. Have you forgotten you are nothing without me? He was here with me, lurking in the shadows of smoke and ash. Surrounded by flames and destruction, like how it had always been.
"Can you feel me inside you?" Victor forced as he stood in front me ready to cut me free of my last strap. Even though it was Victor’s voice that was asking, the Joker was the one who stood before me with daggers in hand.
"Nooooo!" I screamed as I swung a devastating punch into the creep’s testicles. The sound of Victor’s aching wail was heard over the reverberation of volcanic eruptions. Loud enough to alert his partner, the Namekian paused to watch Victor fall to the ground. On his hands and knees he gasped, "You fucking cunt, you'll pay for that!" while struggling to catch his breath.
With a smile from ear to ear, I asked in a sing-song voice, "Cash or card?" The assassin narrowly avoided a wallop from my boot to the top of his skull, but was powerless to keep me from getting on top of him. Quick to engage, I locked one of his hands behind my head and wrapped both legs tightly around his other.
Shifting his weight on top of me, I forced his body into a cross like the Messiah himself. Victor's face was left defenseless to the pummels from the fist of my free hand. As I swung away, I felt the slick wetness of blood and his body went limp. Then all of the sudden, I could feel myself being clawed apart from behind.
What was once your standard match suddenly became an all-out bar brawl. Fists, teeth, feathers, and claws, all tangled together, all fighting to keep one another off their partners. Eventually, Retane was able to drag me off Victor, but was unable to avoid a blast from Jibril. Without a moment to waste, the angel flew to take advantage of Victor's wounds.
"Enough!" Retane bellowed and with a vibrant flash, a white light blinded all our vision except his.
My eyes stung and I couldn't tell who was friend or foe. Not good. I put two fingers in my mouth and let out a whistle. Animalistic cackles answered with Bud and Lou running from the shadows towards the only prime left standing, the green one. I cried out, "Sick em boys!"
The challenger I faced now was a master at his craft. His blades danced with every slash carved into my skin. I imagined he was what Deadshot would be like if his forte were blades instead of assault rifles. “It’s way too fricking hot here," Victor complained through the heat and smolder. "Why fight in these conditions when we can get naked instead?” the assassin teased playfully. Twirling his daggers, he asked, “How do you feel about knife play?”
Sleazy, corrupt, and awfully damn sure of himself, he hinted, "I'm looking at you right now,” licking his lips with hunger, “under those clothes." Victor slashed and glided underneath the swing of my bat. In one fell swoop, his daggers cut through the front of my bustier like scissors through paper. My competitor was quick, and I was barely able to avoid life-threatening ramifications.
All of a sudden, the insanity awoke like a demon that was locked away in my mind. It erupted with a bone-chilling ring of maniacal laughter inside my head. "Look how pathetic you are, you still think you can be a one-man show?" the madman hissed.
Back in the real world, Victor lunged at my ribs with malicious intent. By putting my arm between his blade and my guts, I was able to keep my lunch. Even when Victor missed his mark, he still strolled around with a satisfied smug look on his face. "Can you feel my eyes on you?" Victor questioned as his blade sliced through my glove and cut deep into my skin. The fact that the assassin only stopped to taunt was a testament to his skill.
Victor could seriously fuck me up, but instead, he was toying with me. It was infuriating. My clothing was hanging together by threads and I was already one glove down. "What happens when I run out?" I thought to myself in a panic. The Joker responded with a crippling psychotic howl that rang through my ears.
The laughing left me disorientated, and I fell to my knees, allowing Victor behind me. He grabbed a handful of my hair and whispered, "Can you feel me in the pit of your stomach?" In a flash, the assassin cut off a strap of my bustier and degradingly threw my head forward.
Paralyzing fear overtook my body. Everything around me faded away until it was just me and Mistah Jay. Have you forgotten you are nothing without me? He was here with me, lurking in the shadows of smoke and ash. Surrounded by flames and destruction, like how it had always been.
"Can you feel me inside you?" Victor forced as he stood in front me ready to cut me free of my last strap. Even though it was Victor’s voice that was asking, the Joker was the one who stood before me with daggers in hand.
"Nooooo!" I screamed as I swung a devastating punch into the creep’s testicles. The sound of Victor’s aching wail was heard over the reverberation of volcanic eruptions. Loud enough to alert his partner, the Namekian paused to watch Victor fall to the ground. On his hands and knees he gasped, "You fucking cunt, you'll pay for that!" while struggling to catch his breath.
With a smile from ear to ear, I asked in a sing-song voice, "Cash or card?" The assassin narrowly avoided a wallop from my boot to the top of his skull, but was powerless to keep me from getting on top of him. Quick to engage, I locked one of his hands behind my head and wrapped both legs tightly around his other.
Shifting his weight on top of me, I forced his body into a cross like the Messiah himself. Victor's face was left defenseless to the pummels from the fist of my free hand. As I swung away, I felt the slick wetness of blood and his body went limp. Then all of the sudden, I could feel myself being clawed apart from behind.
What was once your standard match suddenly became an all-out bar brawl. Fists, teeth, feathers, and claws, all tangled together, all fighting to keep one another off their partners. Eventually, Retane was able to drag me off Victor, but was unable to avoid a blast from Jibril. Without a moment to waste, the angel flew to take advantage of Victor's wounds.
"Enough!" Retane bellowed and with a vibrant flash, a white light blinded all our vision except his.
My eyes stung and I couldn't tell who was friend or foe. Not good. I put two fingers in my mouth and let out a whistle. Animalistic cackles answered with Bud and Lou running from the shadows towards the only prime left standing, the green one. I cried out, "Sick em boys!"
Quote:Word Count 837 According to Google Docs
Used Chemical Insanity, and Unleash the Hounds (on Retane)
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