07-02-2018, 06:24 PM
A metallic hand palmed an earful of youthful features, colliding shinobi into stalagmite with a deafening calamity, and the bandit created music. A symphony of destruction. Each slam, each thrust, cancerous for the condemned mine; a catalyst for another tremor, another seismic convulsion.
White war-paint decorated the malice smeared across the desert rat's face, as she continued to excavate the mine with Sasuke’s skull. Under siege of each slam into the bedrock, the ninja’s nervous system sang its own tune. Excruciating, It belted a profound melody, and thundered a charged ballad, to the culmination of a grand crescendo; the roar of drumroll, the crash of cymbals–sounds that said, “This is it. You lost.”
Then the darkness came, and everything went silent. There was no anger, no anguish or despair, only silence. It was actually kind of blissful. Then, with far less grandeur, that too came to an end.
The pitter-patter of water against stone jarred the shinobi, waking him to strange surroundings. “Where am I?”
It looked like the mineshaft, only it was a fun-house corrupted mirror of itself. Upside-down, and submerged in a few feet of water, the ghastly facade sent an ominous twinge down Sasuke’s spine.
Where once the scent of mineral and soot hung in the air, now only sulfur and rot persisted. Water at the ninja' feet; he sloshed through the mine looking for his opponents, or even for his partner for that matter. Suddenly the hairs at the nape of his neck stood on end and Sasuke took a fighting stance.
“I thought I told you already.” growled a raspy voice; it’s bearer inhuman, and veiled in the darkness. “It's a big problem for me if you get yourself killed!”
Terrifying ashen wings expanded around the ninja, revealing a familiar nightmare, and cocooned him within. “If you refuse to assert your dominance and retain the crown,” the monstrosity cooed, “then I’ll destroy you, and take the crown for myself. Which means I’ll be king.”
While the bandit tended to her partner’s cauterized wounds, the arrancar heaved his way past. He sighted the king’s hand and rushed to his side, but was startled when a foreboding energy enveloped the shinobi, and black smog consumed the whites of his eyes.
“M’liege...” the arrancar said tentatively.
The shinobi ignored him as his mouth opened to a gruesome extent, and ashen fingers protruded out. Clamping ahold of each cheek, the fingers began to wrench on the demon within, attempting shed Sasuke like snake skin.
“What the fuck?!” the greasy haired bandit balked as she drew closer with Kerrigan in tow. “Fuckin’ primes.”
Inside Sasuke, within the nefarious winged-prison, the Uchiha flame burned bright. “I don’t need you!” the shinobi snarled between mouthfuls of expelling fireballs. “Stop interfering!”
“You’ve already failed once,” the demon hissed through a scowl, “how can you be so confident?!”
“You can’t fail until it’s over,” Sasuke surged on the demon, “And I Am Just Getting Fucking Started!!” Every punch, every kick, backhand, and knee strike enunciating the vigor of his will.
Before Kerrigan and her partner could take advantage of the two-on-one against Seraph, a blood-curdling squeal caught their attention. With most its torso birthed from Sasuke’s mouth, the demon thrashed violently before retracting back within, in one long oversized gulp. Now only the curse mark remained, remnants of a former power, inked into the shinobi’s skin.
“Dude,” the bandit scoffed, addressing her partner, “and I thought you were weird.” Kerrigan in kind, responded with a snicker, a quip, and a fiendish proclamation, but Sasuke’s attention was elsewhere.
The Dante’s Abyss champion flexed his being, muscles, chakra, and all. Sinister, yet tantalizing, a new power coursed through his veins and aroused excitement. Reassuring his concerned partner with a nod, Sasuke transitioned a finger from his head to his tongue. His tattoos seared hot and the familiar taste of iron in his mouth elicited a grin.
“Why, thank you!” the demented shinobi heckled as he charged the culprit with Serraph flanking him. “It takes a special kind of cunt to awaken this power!”
Kerrigan intended to intercede, but Libro cut her off, “That’s far enough.” She hissed and the arrancar engaged.
“No problem!” Bandit sneered, her forearm clinking against Kusanagi, “I love putting primes in their place.” Sweeping minerals at her feet, she pivoted her weight, revved a clout of black smog from her hammer, and pulvervitized–a length of mahogany?
“Must suck,” the shinobi said under assailing splinters, “knowing my place is above your own.” Slipping through her guard, the shinobi peppered her unkeept visage, dove under a haymaker, and caught her chin against his foot as he sprang from a handstand.
Crashing amidst the wreckage of a collapsing mine, the marauder scrambled to her feet just in time to get her bottom right incisor knocked out. Reeling, the bandit raised her junkyard hammer in defense, but it was too late. A defiant thunderclap, a flash of light, and Sasuke descended upon her with his fabled bolt of lightning.
“What’s the matter?” Sasuke taunted as lightning sought to tear her asunder, “Where’s your smart mouth now?”
White war-paint decorated the malice smeared across the desert rat's face, as she continued to excavate the mine with Sasuke’s skull. Under siege of each slam into the bedrock, the ninja’s nervous system sang its own tune. Excruciating, It belted a profound melody, and thundered a charged ballad, to the culmination of a grand crescendo; the roar of drumroll, the crash of cymbals–sounds that said, “This is it. You lost.”
Then the darkness came, and everything went silent. There was no anger, no anguish or despair, only silence. It was actually kind of blissful. Then, with far less grandeur, that too came to an end.
***
The pitter-patter of water against stone jarred the shinobi, waking him to strange surroundings. “Where am I?”
It looked like the mineshaft, only it was a fun-house corrupted mirror of itself. Upside-down, and submerged in a few feet of water, the ghastly facade sent an ominous twinge down Sasuke’s spine.
Where once the scent of mineral and soot hung in the air, now only sulfur and rot persisted. Water at the ninja' feet; he sloshed through the mine looking for his opponents, or even for his partner for that matter. Suddenly the hairs at the nape of his neck stood on end and Sasuke took a fighting stance.
“I thought I told you already.” growled a raspy voice; it’s bearer inhuman, and veiled in the darkness. “It's a big problem for me if you get yourself killed!”
Terrifying ashen wings expanded around the ninja, revealing a familiar nightmare, and cocooned him within. “If you refuse to assert your dominance and retain the crown,” the monstrosity cooed, “then I’ll destroy you, and take the crown for myself. Which means I’ll be king.”
***
While the bandit tended to her partner’s cauterized wounds, the arrancar heaved his way past. He sighted the king’s hand and rushed to his side, but was startled when a foreboding energy enveloped the shinobi, and black smog consumed the whites of his eyes.
“M’liege...” the arrancar said tentatively.
The shinobi ignored him as his mouth opened to a gruesome extent, and ashen fingers protruded out. Clamping ahold of each cheek, the fingers began to wrench on the demon within, attempting shed Sasuke like snake skin.
“What the fuck?!” the greasy haired bandit balked as she drew closer with Kerrigan in tow. “Fuckin’ primes.”
***
Inside Sasuke, within the nefarious winged-prison, the Uchiha flame burned bright. “I don’t need you!” the shinobi snarled between mouthfuls of expelling fireballs. “Stop interfering!”
“You’ve already failed once,” the demon hissed through a scowl, “how can you be so confident?!”
“You can’t fail until it’s over,” Sasuke surged on the demon, “And I Am Just Getting Fucking Started!!” Every punch, every kick, backhand, and knee strike enunciating the vigor of his will.
***
Before Kerrigan and her partner could take advantage of the two-on-one against Seraph, a blood-curdling squeal caught their attention. With most its torso birthed from Sasuke’s mouth, the demon thrashed violently before retracting back within, in one long oversized gulp. Now only the curse mark remained, remnants of a former power, inked into the shinobi’s skin.
“Dude,” the bandit scoffed, addressing her partner, “and I thought you were weird.” Kerrigan in kind, responded with a snicker, a quip, and a fiendish proclamation, but Sasuke’s attention was elsewhere.
The Dante’s Abyss champion flexed his being, muscles, chakra, and all. Sinister, yet tantalizing, a new power coursed through his veins and aroused excitement. Reassuring his concerned partner with a nod, Sasuke transitioned a finger from his head to his tongue. His tattoos seared hot and the familiar taste of iron in his mouth elicited a grin.
“Why, thank you!” the demented shinobi heckled as he charged the culprit with Serraph flanking him. “It takes a special kind of cunt to awaken this power!”
Kerrigan intended to intercede, but Libro cut her off, “That’s far enough.” She hissed and the arrancar engaged.
“No problem!” Bandit sneered, her forearm clinking against Kusanagi, “I love putting primes in their place.” Sweeping minerals at her feet, she pivoted her weight, revved a clout of black smog from her hammer, and pulvervitized–a length of mahogany?
“Must suck,” the shinobi said under assailing splinters, “knowing my place is above your own.” Slipping through her guard, the shinobi peppered her unkeept visage, dove under a haymaker, and caught her chin against his foot as he sprang from a handstand.
Crashing amidst the wreckage of a collapsing mine, the marauder scrambled to her feet just in time to get her bottom right incisor knocked out. Reeling, the bandit raised her junkyard hammer in defense, but it was too late. A defiant thunderclap, a flash of light, and Sasuke descended upon her with his fabled bolt of lightning.
“What’s the matter?” Sasuke taunted as lightning sought to tear her asunder, “Where’s your smart mouth now?”
Quote:[spoiler]Word Count: 850
Using T1 Power Up: Cursed Seal for the rest of the round. (5/3/5/5)
Used T2 Super Attack: Sword of Kusanagi(Chidori Blade) on Bandit
Serraph used Libro
Bandit used Crash Punch(loosely as fodder) and Sledge's Hammer
Kerrigan used ...recovery, from that mimicked T2 (Haha xD)
2/6 SP remaining[/spoiler]
Dante's Abyss 2015
GRAND CHAMPION
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