Desman Black Vs. Cell Mock-fight (IC)

[Desman Black]

Knowing full well that he wouldn't be able to dodge in time, Desman blocked what he could it with his arms, which wasn't very much; the plasma seemed to close in on the gap between the robotic limbs and their owner, scorching bits of his metal skin and ripping a few slabs of metal off his left wrist,upper right arm and lower back as it did his. As the attack faded, the robot was flung a foot or two back. Stabilizing himself by his upper body weight, he looked up to see the insectoid being standing just a few feet away and seemingly smile.


"I must admit, I thought you would've been dead after that. You proved me wrong by sssurviving; I'll be ssure to correct that misstake." Was this creature... glotting? With how everything else was in The Omniverse, it wouldn't be out of the realm of possibility.


"You okay A.N.N.A? With the enemy distracted by their own self indulgence, it was as good as time as any to check on the voice in his head.


'Of course I'm alright! seeming almost annoyed. 'Everything I'm made of his inside a micro-chip, unless it's shattered the worst that will happen to me is that we lose communication. Now worry about yourself.'


'Right.' Looking around for something that could be used to trap the insectoid, Desman for once wished for one of the cliques that appears to be infinite in the Omniverse. Like the old dusty house that every horror movie takes place in; at least there he could blind the opponent. 'Wait! That's it.


The little red robot swiftly turned around to move as quickly they could towards the darkness. The green creature soon took noctice of this and gave chase, catching up to Desman at an unanticipated speed. Turning his whole upper body 180 degrees, Desman fired 3 consecutive shots. The minor shock the amalgamation felt from inhuman movement allowed one of the shots to graze their arms; they fired their own energy balls in response.


After being hit by one or two of the attacks launched at him, Desman finally made it to the darkness,  soon followed by his opponent as anticipated. Unlike the creature that followed him, Des was able to 'see' where everything was, even in this darkness,  and used this to catch his opponent off guard. The incectoid was hit directly every few rounds of shot, being grazed by one on most others. Tiring of this 'game', the green being glowed slightly, allowing him to hit the next shpere back at the robot before whipping his tail into their neon blue chest piece.


Desman only chuckled at the creature's decision. "What'ss sso funny. Can't you ssee I'm about to end you misserable exissstence!"


If the robot had a face it would be smirking right now. "You let me get close to you. Three sudden flashes appeared right next to the creatures face, the close proximity and the tail stuck in the chest made the attack nigh-impossible to evade.

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Post count; Cell:1/3 Des: 1/3
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