06-16-2018, 12:54 PM
Limping wasn’t a feature that encompassed him, fights lost only left him with a mild pain in his pride and maybe a stinging sensation here, with a bruise or two there. All of which seemed to vanish after an hour or so, including the bow to his self esteem.
Yet this time around it wasn’t a loss, they had actually gained victory, yet the term ‘they’ was to be put lightly. Cell did about 90% of the work, he could have done it all himself with little to no help from the weasel given he was eliminated first and managed to handle both the darkness infused power of both Jak and Ash.
He felt it, it was a deep sensation of uselessness, or disappointment in yourself. Like a parent seeing your report card and expecting far more from you, so just like a child he’d say nothing when coming into the hall. Victory came at a price for some, for him it was almost all the time, especially when it felt like he couldn’t assist at all to what happened.
Cockiness wasn’t what he normally felt, if anything this sensation was normal when it came to helping others in battle. Win or lose, delusions of not doing as much, too little, or just not stacking up to expectations was the life he had lived long before coming here to this universe. It was the life of someone who was devoted to supporting others, as both a doctor for his job, or a paladin in the arena.
Yet, those titles though were not what he felt like he lived up too, not even close. Finding a nice bench to rest now as he placed his paws into his face, contemplating, wondering how he could improve or over all make the outcome much better than it was. He was asking for a lot on that front but Ricter had to get better, at least for his partners sake.
“Hey! Over here!” His attention was grabbed, looking up to see camera-man and reporter, only one, looking interested in him but his expression towards them showed annoyance and some fatigue. Both Mental and in relation to his body. “How was your first ever fight in the Abyss?”
Like every other. His mind speaking the words he had no courage to say to the reporter. “It was exciting! I never expected to face such strong opponents, but it was surely something to remember!” The mustelid gave a chipper expression, hiding his inner turmoil.
“Did you feel like you were impactful when paired with someone so skilled in combat?”
No, he could have survived most of the attacks thrown his way with out me being there. “Yes! It was hard keeping up with Cell’s rhythm but I think I helped as much as I could in the end.”
“Whats your plan for the next match up?”
I don’t know, maybe I’ll just stick to being a big meat shield or something. “Probably sticking to protecting my partner as much as need be.” His eyes drifted to a lulled state, inwardly knowing that he didn’t truly matter much but he’s grown to live with it.
“Alright then, thanks for the quick interview, good luck in the next few matches!” A nod was given as the one reporter would make their way off towards Cell behind him who was getting much more attention than himself. An earned flock of both fan’s and those who wanted a fresh scoop on the match from the man who took out two opponents at one time.
In the background Ricter would just sit there, watching for a few seconds before closing his eyes and just sighing. Questioning himself more than any reporter could ever dream of doing.
Yet this time around it wasn’t a loss, they had actually gained victory, yet the term ‘they’ was to be put lightly. Cell did about 90% of the work, he could have done it all himself with little to no help from the weasel given he was eliminated first and managed to handle both the darkness infused power of both Jak and Ash.
He felt it, it was a deep sensation of uselessness, or disappointment in yourself. Like a parent seeing your report card and expecting far more from you, so just like a child he’d say nothing when coming into the hall. Victory came at a price for some, for him it was almost all the time, especially when it felt like he couldn’t assist at all to what happened.
Cockiness wasn’t what he normally felt, if anything this sensation was normal when it came to helping others in battle. Win or lose, delusions of not doing as much, too little, or just not stacking up to expectations was the life he had lived long before coming here to this universe. It was the life of someone who was devoted to supporting others, as both a doctor for his job, or a paladin in the arena.
Yet, those titles though were not what he felt like he lived up too, not even close. Finding a nice bench to rest now as he placed his paws into his face, contemplating, wondering how he could improve or over all make the outcome much better than it was. He was asking for a lot on that front but Ricter had to get better, at least for his partners sake.
“Hey! Over here!” His attention was grabbed, looking up to see camera-man and reporter, only one, looking interested in him but his expression towards them showed annoyance and some fatigue. Both Mental and in relation to his body. “How was your first ever fight in the Abyss?”
Like every other. His mind speaking the words he had no courage to say to the reporter. “It was exciting! I never expected to face such strong opponents, but it was surely something to remember!” The mustelid gave a chipper expression, hiding his inner turmoil.
“Did you feel like you were impactful when paired with someone so skilled in combat?”
No, he could have survived most of the attacks thrown his way with out me being there. “Yes! It was hard keeping up with Cell’s rhythm but I think I helped as much as I could in the end.”
“Whats your plan for the next match up?”
I don’t know, maybe I’ll just stick to being a big meat shield or something. “Probably sticking to protecting my partner as much as need be.” His eyes drifted to a lulled state, inwardly knowing that he didn’t truly matter much but he’s grown to live with it.
“Alright then, thanks for the quick interview, good luck in the next few matches!” A nod was given as the one reporter would make their way off towards Cell behind him who was getting much more attention than himself. An earned flock of both fan’s and those who wanted a fresh scoop on the match from the man who took out two opponents at one time.
In the background Ricter would just sit there, watching for a few seconds before closing his eyes and just sighing. Questioning himself more than any reporter could ever dream of doing.