02-12-2017, 11:02 PM
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
This clown was clearly no longer joking around and in the mood to make some of the passersby some balloon animals. A hail of bright lasers reflected off of the dark surface of Dave's shades, his face seeming grim as he braced himself and readied his weapon.
"WITNESS MY MOTHERFUCKING MIRACLES."
Oh, Dave was witnessing those miracles alright, but he really, really wished he had passed on it. It was like a whole bowl of "nope not having that shit" on Thanksgiving Day when the green beans were passed over. This douche was making it rain lasers. Fucking LASERS. The Knight of Time took a moment to scan the width of the attack, he might just be able to clear it, but HOLY SHIT, HERE HE COMES.
Dave ducked out of the way as the clown's pair of clubs smashed above him, just before trying to dash away.
"WELCOME TO THE END DAYS, DAVE!"
Fuuuuuuck. He had to move, the lasers were--
BOOM.
On his right, Dave saw an explosion as a few skeletons shattered into shards of marrow, soldiers being blasted apart left and right, the surrounding groups frantically scrambling for cover. Well shit. Dave glanced up and tracked some of the closer projectiles, trying to dash around them while keeping a lookout for more. Explosions surrounded him, and soon he began to stumble from the very ground shaking beneath him.
SMACK.
Dave was sent rolling as a club smashed into his waist, cracking several of his ribs and forcing him to take a moment to recover; the clown was right behind him, swinging with all the fervor of a Major League Baseball player. Fucker was way too fast.
"You will die a heretic Dave, and you have only yourself to blame for it, you faithless prick." The wide grin on the troll's face was enough motivation for Dave to continue his attempt to abscond.
BOOM.
Another explosion on his left. Dave looked up just in time to see a laser heading right where he was headed. There was no time, he had to block it, he needed to take this hit to get out. The edge was so close.
With a swing of his hands, Dave swung Caledscratch, hearing the searing sound of the blade screaming just as he felt the pressure from the impact. A deafening crack sounded as Dave tumbled, landing on his stomach while his sword clattered beside him. The distant sounds of striking metal and gunshots rang in his deafened ears. The shellshock of it all shook him as he struggled to stand, grabbing onto Caledscratch and hoisting himself up, his suit and skin charred from the burns. A bright glow of purple lit up to his left and he turned around in time to see the clown staring him from a distance.
Motherfucker.
The bolt of lightning aimed for his chest was blocked by his left arm, a gasp escaping the blonde kid's lips as he felt the electric burns surge through his body, just before he was blasted onto his back.
Silence. Deafening silence.
The Knight of Time laid on the ground, motionless. His shades were shattered, his eyes closed behind them as footsteps approached. The Juggalo stood over him chuckling slightly as he smiled.
"Well, would ya look at that! Looks like the cool guy couldn't handle a bit of preachin'. Any last words for your Messiah?” The Juggalo spoke as he began to charge his clubs, readying his final strike.
"Ymmbrkemphshms."
The Juggalo was dumbfounded for a moment, enough to interrupt his move. As much as he wanted to pound the prick's face in, curiosity pulled him to the still body. "Uhh... what. I didn't hear that."
"Ymmbrke. Mphshdms."
"A little louder my man." Gamzee prodded, poking the kid's chest.
The Knight opened his eyes, revealing their crimson color. "You broke my fucking shades you annoying ass juggling shit."
The troll narrowed his eyes before bringing a club down like goddamn Hephaestus at his forge. Dave raised his bruised and charred left arm up to defend himself, his bones splintering and giving way as it was hit. Crunch. Another hit.
"Just die already, filthy prick."
"My time isn't up yet, sadly. Still gotta deal with your scrub ass."
Another swing was suddenly caught by Dave's hand. The pressure from the fractured bones and pain burning through his mind as he reared his arm back and smacked Gamzee square in the nose.
Dave coulda swore he heard a honk when he made contact.
Strider followed up by lifting himself off the ground with his good hand and leaping up, spinning into an acrobatic fucking pirouette onto his feet. He took his chance to grab Caledscratch and summon his timetables, facing Gamzee. The troll held his clubs out and narrowed his eyes, still reeling from the previous attack. The wild bush of black hair stringing about his face made him seem feral, the snarl on his lips showing off far too many wickedly sharp teeth.
"Time for another trick, fucktard."
"Bring it brotha."
Dave smiled painfully as he dashed forward, a bit slower than before due to his injuries, blood dripping from his wounds as he feigned using his timetable, causing Gamzee to chuck a club at him, attempting to throw it off. Dave sped forward and slammed his shoulder into the troll, just before swinging his sword up to leave a brand new gash across his chest. They danced around for a few moments before Gamzee gave a wicked grin.
"My turn." The clown whispered as he reached out with his hand, summoning a timetable of his own.
"What the fuck."
It took only a split-instant for Dave to realize what had happened. He twisted out of place to slash the flying club out of the air, allowing the troll to kick himt from behind and send him tumbling forward, barely catching his balance to turn around.
"You record stealing little shit."
"Deal with it, brotha."
This clown was clearly no longer joking around and in the mood to make some of the passersby some balloon animals. A hail of bright lasers reflected off of the dark surface of Dave's shades, his face seeming grim as he braced himself and readied his weapon.
"WITNESS MY MOTHERFUCKING MIRACLES."
Oh, Dave was witnessing those miracles alright, but he really, really wished he had passed on it. It was like a whole bowl of "nope not having that shit" on Thanksgiving Day when the green beans were passed over. This douche was making it rain lasers. Fucking LASERS. The Knight of Time took a moment to scan the width of the attack, he might just be able to clear it, but HOLY SHIT, HERE HE COMES.
Dave ducked out of the way as the clown's pair of clubs smashed above him, just before trying to dash away.
"WELCOME TO THE END DAYS, DAVE!"
Fuuuuuuck. He had to move, the lasers were--
BOOM.
On his right, Dave saw an explosion as a few skeletons shattered into shards of marrow, soldiers being blasted apart left and right, the surrounding groups frantically scrambling for cover. Well shit. Dave glanced up and tracked some of the closer projectiles, trying to dash around them while keeping a lookout for more. Explosions surrounded him, and soon he began to stumble from the very ground shaking beneath him.
SMACK.
Dave was sent rolling as a club smashed into his waist, cracking several of his ribs and forcing him to take a moment to recover; the clown was right behind him, swinging with all the fervor of a Major League Baseball player. Fucker was way too fast.
"You will die a heretic Dave, and you have only yourself to blame for it, you faithless prick." The wide grin on the troll's face was enough motivation for Dave to continue his attempt to abscond.
BOOM.
Another explosion on his left. Dave looked up just in time to see a laser heading right where he was headed. There was no time, he had to block it, he needed to take this hit to get out. The edge was so close.
With a swing of his hands, Dave swung Caledscratch, hearing the searing sound of the blade screaming just as he felt the pressure from the impact. A deafening crack sounded as Dave tumbled, landing on his stomach while his sword clattered beside him. The distant sounds of striking metal and gunshots rang in his deafened ears. The shellshock of it all shook him as he struggled to stand, grabbing onto Caledscratch and hoisting himself up, his suit and skin charred from the burns. A bright glow of purple lit up to his left and he turned around in time to see the clown staring him from a distance.
Motherfucker.
The bolt of lightning aimed for his chest was blocked by his left arm, a gasp escaping the blonde kid's lips as he felt the electric burns surge through his body, just before he was blasted onto his back.
Silence. Deafening silence.
The Knight of Time laid on the ground, motionless. His shades were shattered, his eyes closed behind them as footsteps approached. The Juggalo stood over him chuckling slightly as he smiled.
"Well, would ya look at that! Looks like the cool guy couldn't handle a bit of preachin'. Any last words for your Messiah?” The Juggalo spoke as he began to charge his clubs, readying his final strike.
"Ymmbrkemphshms."
The Juggalo was dumbfounded for a moment, enough to interrupt his move. As much as he wanted to pound the prick's face in, curiosity pulled him to the still body. "Uhh... what. I didn't hear that."
"Ymmbrke. Mphshdms."
"A little louder my man." Gamzee prodded, poking the kid's chest.
The Knight opened his eyes, revealing their crimson color. "You broke my fucking shades you annoying ass juggling shit."
The troll narrowed his eyes before bringing a club down like goddamn Hephaestus at his forge. Dave raised his bruised and charred left arm up to defend himself, his bones splintering and giving way as it was hit. Crunch. Another hit.
"Just die already, filthy prick."
"My time isn't up yet, sadly. Still gotta deal with your scrub ass."
Another swing was suddenly caught by Dave's hand. The pressure from the fractured bones and pain burning through his mind as he reared his arm back and smacked Gamzee square in the nose.
Dave coulda swore he heard a honk when he made contact.
Strider followed up by lifting himself off the ground with his good hand and leaping up, spinning into an acrobatic fucking pirouette onto his feet. He took his chance to grab Caledscratch and summon his timetables, facing Gamzee. The troll held his clubs out and narrowed his eyes, still reeling from the previous attack. The wild bush of black hair stringing about his face made him seem feral, the snarl on his lips showing off far too many wickedly sharp teeth.
"Time for another trick, fucktard."
"Bring it brotha."
Dave smiled painfully as he dashed forward, a bit slower than before due to his injuries, blood dripping from his wounds as he feigned using his timetable, causing Gamzee to chuck a club at him, attempting to throw it off. Dave sped forward and slammed his shoulder into the troll, just before swinging his sword up to leave a brand new gash across his chest. They danced around for a few moments before Gamzee gave a wicked grin.
"My turn." The clown whispered as he reached out with his hand, summoning a timetable of his own.
"What the fuck."
It took only a split-instant for Dave to realize what had happened. He twisted out of place to slash the flying club out of the air, allowing the troll to kick himt from behind and send him tumbling forward, barely catching his balance to turn around.
"You record stealing little shit."
"Deal with it, brotha."
Quote:999 words according to docs
Dave took the abuse from Gamzee's Super
Dave used burst movement, along with Gamzee
Gamzee used his lightning spear again. Ow.
Acrobatic fucking pirouettes.
Gamzee mimicked Timetables, the little shit.
RIP Dave
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