07-04-2018, 02:31 PM
Makoto had seen better days. Not only did he wake up in a hospital bed missing a hand, courtesy of the crazy pair of women he had been fighting earlier, he was all but hauled to a second fighting arena as soon as his injuries had healed.
This one had him pit against a crazy woman, too. Was this the universe’s sense of humor at play?
His idle musings were cut short, however. His attention returned to the present as rivers of sparkling yellow fell along the edges of the second-floor balcony, coating the immaculate wooden floors in their sheen. His lips upturned in a frown as the liquid reached his meticulously polished shoes.
Blue-grey eyes regarded his partner as the man’s mask, a thing as black as night, withered into so many motes of dust and ash.
The assassin had some choice words for their opponents, it’d seem. He could understand the hostility, but the disturbing contents of his ramblings left him with the impression that his partner was becoming just a bit unhinged. If all it took to unravel the threads of his sanity was to merely lay his eyes on their opponent, then his partner would be of very little help.
His words did not reach the taller man. His attempt at anchoring him to the present, rebuffed.
Sword in hand, Makoto stood by the black-eyed figure and tried selling the illusion of a cohesive team regardless. The amusement in the blue devil’s eyes was all he needed to know how successful he was.
Taloc seized the initiative, blindsiding the elf with the chair he'd been leaning on a moment prior. Setting his eyes on the real prize, he lunged towards the demoness, blade in hand, ready to make his first blow her last.
Her smile didn't budge once, as she brought her own blade to hold him at bay.
The pastry attack was a nice touch, he had to admit. The idea was both novel and delicious.
His partner’s name died in his throat as surprise cheese assaulted his exposed neck. Was she just going to attack them with food the whole fight?
Tears threatened to fall as his lungs convulsed, crying out for the air they've been abruptly cut off from.
“Don’t look so sad now!” the demonic woman cooed at him, wearing an expression of mock concern.
“I know what’ll cheer you up! Come play with me!” she proclaimed.
She drew her weapon and fired within the span of a split second, the astoundingly quick maneuver left him with no time to properly dodge or block with his sword. The young fighter quickly brought his arms together in a cross to protect his vital organs and was promptly rewarded with a misshapen blade sunk into his flesh, and a black tether connecting him to the woman’s outstretched hand.
Lines or crimson naked down his ruined shirt and soured the pool of bubbly beverage they were beginning to float in.
It was a hook, she was planning to reel him in like a goddamn fish.
The thought brought with it indignation and humiliation, pain and anger mixed together in his head, chasing each other in a futile circle like a dog determined to catch its own tail.
Ash’s smirk widened as the click of the return mechanism signified the coming of her prey.
Or it should’ve. Digging his feet against the floor, and grasping the braided cord with his free hand, Makoto pulled and eyes as white as freshly fallen frost widened in shock.
He let loose a smirk of his own and threw his fist in a punch aimed at the blue face of the stumbling demoness, only for her to regain her composure and easily avoid the sloppy attack.
“You didn’t honestly think I was that easily thrown about, did you?” he sneered. Eyes the color of pure gold looked down on the storm demon as their owner noticeably shifted in demeanor.
“Oh? So you do have a personality hiding there under all that hair, huh?” teeth flashed in an excited grin and it was as if their brief exchange hadn’t happened, “Don’t you worry your pretty little head, I’m only just starting to have fun! Isn’t that right Jak?”
Blue bangs flew out as he jerked his head to his other opponent at the sudden realization they weren’t alone in the room, only to eat a shot of the angry elf’s blaster to the face.
The succubus felt his grip loosen on the hair rope that bound them together, and charged in with blue sparks dancing around her palm.
She was denied by the polished sheen of Woe’s blade cutting into her offending hand, and turned to see the maddened assassin brandishing Woe’s sister blade, Ire, and readying his own charge into the fray.
“Your death will be by my hand, foul demon!”
Every word out of his partner’s mouth only inspired more confidence in Makoto, this much he was sure of.
This one had him pit against a crazy woman, too. Was this the universe’s sense of humor at play?
His idle musings were cut short, however. His attention returned to the present as rivers of sparkling yellow fell along the edges of the second-floor balcony, coating the immaculate wooden floors in their sheen. His lips upturned in a frown as the liquid reached his meticulously polished shoes.
Blue-grey eyes regarded his partner as the man’s mask, a thing as black as night, withered into so many motes of dust and ash.
The assassin had some choice words for their opponents, it’d seem. He could understand the hostility, but the disturbing contents of his ramblings left him with the impression that his partner was becoming just a bit unhinged. If all it took to unravel the threads of his sanity was to merely lay his eyes on their opponent, then his partner would be of very little help.
His words did not reach the taller man. His attempt at anchoring him to the present, rebuffed.
Sword in hand, Makoto stood by the black-eyed figure and tried selling the illusion of a cohesive team regardless. The amusement in the blue devil’s eyes was all he needed to know how successful he was.
Taloc seized the initiative, blindsiding the elf with the chair he'd been leaning on a moment prior. Setting his eyes on the real prize, he lunged towards the demoness, blade in hand, ready to make his first blow her last.
Her smile didn't budge once, as she brought her own blade to hold him at bay.
The pastry attack was a nice touch, he had to admit. The idea was both novel and delicious.
His partner’s name died in his throat as surprise cheese assaulted his exposed neck. Was she just going to attack them with food the whole fight?
Tears threatened to fall as his lungs convulsed, crying out for the air they've been abruptly cut off from.
“Don’t look so sad now!” the demonic woman cooed at him, wearing an expression of mock concern.
“I know what’ll cheer you up! Come play with me!” she proclaimed.
She drew her weapon and fired within the span of a split second, the astoundingly quick maneuver left him with no time to properly dodge or block with his sword. The young fighter quickly brought his arms together in a cross to protect his vital organs and was promptly rewarded with a misshapen blade sunk into his flesh, and a black tether connecting him to the woman’s outstretched hand.
Lines or crimson naked down his ruined shirt and soured the pool of bubbly beverage they were beginning to float in.
It was a hook, she was planning to reel him in like a goddamn fish.
The thought brought with it indignation and humiliation, pain and anger mixed together in his head, chasing each other in a futile circle like a dog determined to catch its own tail.
Ash’s smirk widened as the click of the return mechanism signified the coming of her prey.
Or it should’ve. Digging his feet against the floor, and grasping the braided cord with his free hand, Makoto pulled and eyes as white as freshly fallen frost widened in shock.
He let loose a smirk of his own and threw his fist in a punch aimed at the blue face of the stumbling demoness, only for her to regain her composure and easily avoid the sloppy attack.
“You didn’t honestly think I was that easily thrown about, did you?” he sneered. Eyes the color of pure gold looked down on the storm demon as their owner noticeably shifted in demeanor.
“Oh? So you do have a personality hiding there under all that hair, huh?” teeth flashed in an excited grin and it was as if their brief exchange hadn’t happened, “Don’t you worry your pretty little head, I’m only just starting to have fun! Isn’t that right Jak?”
Blue bangs flew out as he jerked his head to his other opponent at the sudden realization they weren’t alone in the room, only to eat a shot of the angry elf’s blaster to the face.
The succubus felt his grip loosen on the hair rope that bound them together, and charged in with blue sparks dancing around her palm.
She was denied by the polished sheen of Woe’s blade cutting into her offending hand, and turned to see the maddened assassin brandishing Woe’s sister blade, Ire, and readying his own charge into the fray.
“Your death will be by my hand, foul demon!”
Every word out of his partner’s mouth only inspired more confidence in Makoto, this much he was sure of.
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