02-13-2017, 03:58 AM
Maybe Dave would have preferred that attack to be off the record! Ha!
Gamzee is just about to congratulate himself on this wonderful pun and share it with his loathed enemy when he promptly catches a sword with his shoulder.
*ka-schlnk*
“Ow,” Gamzee says.
“Ow,” Dave says. The two fighters just kinda stare at the wound for a second, frozen for no reason other than not knowing what to do now. Caldescratch was buried deep into Gamzee’s shoulder, barely missing his collarbone. Royal blood splurted forth from the point of impact like a small geyser, a smattering of the stuff painting the human boy’s ruined t-shirt. Strider really thought he was about to take the alien’s arm off with that one, but nope, no dice. Makara on the other hand is afraid that if he moves, he might lose the limb. It also hurt like a bitch. He thinks the blade was scraping bone and was afraid to move one way or the other.
“You uh, you mind removing that there pointy bit? It’s kinda funny feelin’,” The alien politely requested.
“Uh yeah, I suppose I’m gonna have to eventually aren’t I?” Dave murmurs, a little perturbed by Gamzee’s refusal to sustain a wound like a normal human being. Without another word, he yanks his sword free of the troll’s torso in one swift upward motion. He flicks his wrist, flinging the violet blood and cleaning his sword like a badass. The clown does nothing but shudder. His bones be all up in the wrong places or somethin’.
Gamzee takes a moment to get a crick out of his neck, and when he looks back up, he is staring dead into the vermillion eyes of Dave Strider. The troll lets loose a low “whoa,” apparently mystified by his foe’s ruby eyes. Or were they garnet? No, far too bright and faceted. Ah hell, he didn’t fucking know. Gamzee doesn’t know shit about no crystal gems.
The one thing he couldn’t help remembering is the mutant, cherry red eyes belonging to his best buddy Karkat. This thought brought a pang of loneliness amidst this heated battle, and almost doused any zealous fury he had left in him.
“Hey ya juggalo fuck, you maybe wanna-”
Almost.
Gamzee, with a heaving chest and laboured breath, roars and charges at Dave once again, juggling pins poised for the slaughter. Dave, for all his worth, swears and summons a copy, and another, and another as the raging juggalo bats them away again and again. After about the fourth Dave clone perishes, Gamzee is practically wheezing, and he falls to his knees in front of the young Strider. That chop kinda took a lot out of him, quite literally, in fact. Rage lightning crackles and nips at his skin as the troll tries to recover a bit of his stamina. Dave raises the tip of Caledscratch’s broken blade to the High Blood's nose, the razor sharp tip just barely causing a pinprick of violet to form on his pallid skin.
“Ya done goofed, troll,” Dave almost spits, thoroughly done with this clown’s bullshit antics. Jesus he had a killer headache after all this shit.
“You’re the Godless heathen, here. Not I.” Gamzee replies, equally worn down and fading fast.
It would seem that there’s only one way to settle this.
“It would seem that there’s only one way to settle this,” Dave begins.
“Oh you better motherfuckin’ believe, motherfucker,” Gamzee retorts, a grin spilling onto his blood stained lips. Oh yeah, he had started coughing up some blood about two clones into that last charge. He had almost forgotten. Probably not a good sign.
Dave slams Caledscratch into the mud of the battlefield. Gamzee plants both of his clubs hilt up into the ground. The two stand, equidistant from each other, locked in an eternal staring contest. The Knight of Rhyme cups his hands against his mouth and starts the beginning of a sick beat. Gamzee engages Hero Mode.
Grunts and soldiers slowly cease their fights, realizing what was about to transpire. They form a circle around the two fools, Darkshire Defenders behind Gamzee, the Zerg Army behind Dave. Slowly, quietly at first, they begin chanting the name of their respective hero until all that can be heard from either side is valiant shouts of “Gamzee!” or “Dave!”
Then, Dave drops the sickest of most fire beats.
Gamzee and Dave proceed to have the second worst rap-off in Omniverse history.
Gamzee is just about to congratulate himself on this wonderful pun and share it with his loathed enemy when he promptly catches a sword with his shoulder.
*ka-schlnk*
“Ow,” Gamzee says.
“Ow,” Dave says. The two fighters just kinda stare at the wound for a second, frozen for no reason other than not knowing what to do now. Caldescratch was buried deep into Gamzee’s shoulder, barely missing his collarbone. Royal blood splurted forth from the point of impact like a small geyser, a smattering of the stuff painting the human boy’s ruined t-shirt. Strider really thought he was about to take the alien’s arm off with that one, but nope, no dice. Makara on the other hand is afraid that if he moves, he might lose the limb. It also hurt like a bitch. He thinks the blade was scraping bone and was afraid to move one way or the other.
“You uh, you mind removing that there pointy bit? It’s kinda funny feelin’,” The alien politely requested.
“Uh yeah, I suppose I’m gonna have to eventually aren’t I?” Dave murmurs, a little perturbed by Gamzee’s refusal to sustain a wound like a normal human being. Without another word, he yanks his sword free of the troll’s torso in one swift upward motion. He flicks his wrist, flinging the violet blood and cleaning his sword like a badass. The clown does nothing but shudder. His bones be all up in the wrong places or somethin’.
Gamzee takes a moment to get a crick out of his neck, and when he looks back up, he is staring dead into the vermillion eyes of Dave Strider. The troll lets loose a low “whoa,” apparently mystified by his foe’s ruby eyes. Or were they garnet? No, far too bright and faceted. Ah hell, he didn’t fucking know. Gamzee doesn’t know shit about no crystal gems.
The one thing he couldn’t help remembering is the mutant, cherry red eyes belonging to his best buddy Karkat. This thought brought a pang of loneliness amidst this heated battle, and almost doused any zealous fury he had left in him.
“Hey ya juggalo fuck, you maybe wanna-”
Almost.
Gamzee, with a heaving chest and laboured breath, roars and charges at Dave once again, juggling pins poised for the slaughter. Dave, for all his worth, swears and summons a copy, and another, and another as the raging juggalo bats them away again and again. After about the fourth Dave clone perishes, Gamzee is practically wheezing, and he falls to his knees in front of the young Strider. That chop kinda took a lot out of him, quite literally, in fact. Rage lightning crackles and nips at his skin as the troll tries to recover a bit of his stamina. Dave raises the tip of Caledscratch’s broken blade to the High Blood's nose, the razor sharp tip just barely causing a pinprick of violet to form on his pallid skin.
“Ya done goofed, troll,” Dave almost spits, thoroughly done with this clown’s bullshit antics. Jesus he had a killer headache after all this shit.
“You’re the Godless heathen, here. Not I.” Gamzee replies, equally worn down and fading fast.
It would seem that there’s only one way to settle this.
“It would seem that there’s only one way to settle this,” Dave begins.
“Oh you better motherfuckin’ believe, motherfucker,” Gamzee retorts, a grin spilling onto his blood stained lips. Oh yeah, he had started coughing up some blood about two clones into that last charge. He had almost forgotten. Probably not a good sign.
Dave slams Caledscratch into the mud of the battlefield. Gamzee plants both of his clubs hilt up into the ground. The two stand, equidistant from each other, locked in an eternal staring contest. The Knight of Rhyme cups his hands against his mouth and starts the beginning of a sick beat. Gamzee engages Hero Mode.
Grunts and soldiers slowly cease their fights, realizing what was about to transpire. They form a circle around the two fools, Darkshire Defenders behind Gamzee, the Zerg Army behind Dave. Slowly, quietly at first, they begin chanting the name of their respective hero until all that can be heard from either side is valiant shouts of “Gamzee!” or “Dave!”
Then, Dave drops the sickest of most fire beats.
Gamzee and Dave proceed to have the second worst rap-off in Omniverse history.
Quote:744 words in Word Counter.net
Gamzee used Survivabilitiy, Deuce Clubs.
Dave used Caledscratch and Remix.
I cant help but feel ive made a terrible mistake
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