06-16-2017, 12:11 AM
Finally! This was what he had been waiting for. Actual honest-to-goodness fighting! "As much as I enjoy getting- ergh!" the girl spun around, making due on her threat, affirming it with a punch to the stomach, by Himself, that hurt! "Oof, right to the point, not even allowing us chance for introductions is a bit rude, isn't it?"
"I don't care who you are!" Erika shot back, rearing back for another punch. Her fist flung forwards, but met no resistance as it had before. Her fist splattered Chakravartin across the ground. Momentarily shocked at having literally blasted her opponent apart, her eyes fell on the four hands, still orbiting the largest puddle of his body, and his two swords, which were sent clattering into the golden liquid.
"What the heck?" she muttered.
"Holy fuck! You exploded him into motherfucking shiny-ass confetti! He was just a motherfucking kid, practicing his own wicked stage miracles, and you blew the motherfucker up!"
"Well, it's a death game! What'd you expect! I'll splatter you next!" Erika hissed, once again turning towards Gamzee.
She soon had her hands tied with the troll in front of her, who was slowly beginning to lose his own chill at the sight of a kid getting murdered. Gamzee was faster than her, more flexible, and just a bit more skilled. As she began to brawl in earnest, she found him dodging an infuriatingly high number of her blows, and the few that did land didn’t do as much as she wanted. The troll was sturdy.
“What the fuck is that rude business?!” Gamzee growled out suddenly, staring, wide-eyed at something behind Erika. It could have been a ruse, but she doubted the clown had the intelligence for something like that. That split-second decision was all that kept her from losing her head.
She dropped quickly, and then began backing off as soon as she saw the two floating swords that had nearly caught her neck between themselves. The two blades didn’t stop in their swings, and simply continued spinning on their handles. She and Gamzee then noticed holding the hilt of the weapon were golden hands. Their speed grew further and further, and from the slithering liquid mass both had dismissed rose the form of Chakravartin.
The sound of steel singing through the air became nearly deafening. Chakravartin was smiling smugly as he walked calmly forward, his arms held crossed in front of him. “Those were good hits, I’ll admit.” Chakravartin said loudly, over the sound of his swords spinning like an airplane propeller, “But I think that’ll be the last one, now that you know it’s useless. I dare either of you to come closer.”
“Holy shit, you’re alive. Motherfucking miracles all over the place, shit’s like, seven rabbits coming out of their little hat houses, easy.” Gamzee said, smiling, surprised. The troll looked over to Erika, “Now, can’t we like, figure this shit out first before we go motherfucking swinging at each other all over again?”
“There’s nothing to figure out!” Erika growled, reaching to her thigh for a gun. It wasn’t her specialty, but Wu Kong wasn’t too far away, was he? However, both competitors stopped in their places as Chakravartin’s third floating hand began to glow brightly.
“There really isn’t, you know.” Chakravartin said, “We’re in the arena, and only one of us gets out alive.” The grey and gold orb of roiling light coalesced into a beach-ball sized sphere. Erika raised her pistol, to fire at it, when Chakravartin reached into his pack, pulling out a can, “I propose a toast!” Chakravartin shouted, above the sound of the whirring blades.
Two seconds. Three seconds.
“A what?!” Erika growled, changing her aim to Chakravartin’s head.
Five seconds. Six seconds.
“Ah, hell yeah.” Gamzee said with a wide grin, “I’ll toast ya’ little guy.” The troll pulled out his own drink.
Eight seconds. Nine seconds. Ten. Eleven. Twelve.
Chakravartin raised his can of Namek-Weiser, sure, it was a pickup, and might be important to the rest of the game- but that girl’s punches were something he hadn’t felt in millennium, proportionally at least, and the troll was faster than Chakravartin, his movements smoother. He didn’t know whether he would win against either, and he needed every advantage he could get. “I propose a toast to ourselves! May the best Prime win!”
“Fuck yeah magic bro.” Gamzee raised his bottle.
Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen.
“The ball!” Erika shouted, firing her pistol wildly. Three shots, three more seconds.
Chakravartin smiled, began pouring Namek-Weiser down his throat, and threw his Palace Taihou.
"I don't care who you are!" Erika shot back, rearing back for another punch. Her fist flung forwards, but met no resistance as it had before. Her fist splattered Chakravartin across the ground. Momentarily shocked at having literally blasted her opponent apart, her eyes fell on the four hands, still orbiting the largest puddle of his body, and his two swords, which were sent clattering into the golden liquid.
"What the heck?" she muttered.
"Holy fuck! You exploded him into motherfucking shiny-ass confetti! He was just a motherfucking kid, practicing his own wicked stage miracles, and you blew the motherfucker up!"
"Well, it's a death game! What'd you expect! I'll splatter you next!" Erika hissed, once again turning towards Gamzee.
She soon had her hands tied with the troll in front of her, who was slowly beginning to lose his own chill at the sight of a kid getting murdered. Gamzee was faster than her, more flexible, and just a bit more skilled. As she began to brawl in earnest, she found him dodging an infuriatingly high number of her blows, and the few that did land didn’t do as much as she wanted. The troll was sturdy.
“What the fuck is that rude business?!” Gamzee growled out suddenly, staring, wide-eyed at something behind Erika. It could have been a ruse, but she doubted the clown had the intelligence for something like that. That split-second decision was all that kept her from losing her head.
She dropped quickly, and then began backing off as soon as she saw the two floating swords that had nearly caught her neck between themselves. The two blades didn’t stop in their swings, and simply continued spinning on their handles. She and Gamzee then noticed holding the hilt of the weapon were golden hands. Their speed grew further and further, and from the slithering liquid mass both had dismissed rose the form of Chakravartin.
The sound of steel singing through the air became nearly deafening. Chakravartin was smiling smugly as he walked calmly forward, his arms held crossed in front of him. “Those were good hits, I’ll admit.” Chakravartin said loudly, over the sound of his swords spinning like an airplane propeller, “But I think that’ll be the last one, now that you know it’s useless. I dare either of you to come closer.”
“Holy shit, you’re alive. Motherfucking miracles all over the place, shit’s like, seven rabbits coming out of their little hat houses, easy.” Gamzee said, smiling, surprised. The troll looked over to Erika, “Now, can’t we like, figure this shit out first before we go motherfucking swinging at each other all over again?”
“There’s nothing to figure out!” Erika growled, reaching to her thigh for a gun. It wasn’t her specialty, but Wu Kong wasn’t too far away, was he? However, both competitors stopped in their places as Chakravartin’s third floating hand began to glow brightly.
“There really isn’t, you know.” Chakravartin said, “We’re in the arena, and only one of us gets out alive.” The grey and gold orb of roiling light coalesced into a beach-ball sized sphere. Erika raised her pistol, to fire at it, when Chakravartin reached into his pack, pulling out a can, “I propose a toast!” Chakravartin shouted, above the sound of the whirring blades.
Two seconds. Three seconds.
“A what?!” Erika growled, changing her aim to Chakravartin’s head.
Five seconds. Six seconds.
“Ah, hell yeah.” Gamzee said with a wide grin, “I’ll toast ya’ little guy.” The troll pulled out his own drink.
Eight seconds. Nine seconds. Ten. Eleven. Twelve.
Chakravartin raised his can of Namek-Weiser, sure, it was a pickup, and might be important to the rest of the game- but that girl’s punches were something he hadn’t felt in millennium, proportionally at least, and the troll was faster than Chakravartin, his movements smoother. He didn’t know whether he would win against either, and he needed every advantage he could get. “I propose a toast to ourselves! May the best Prime win!”
“Fuck yeah magic bro.” Gamzee raised his bottle.
Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen.
“The ball!” Erika shouted, firing her pistol wildly. Three shots, three more seconds.
Chakravartin smiled, began pouring Namek-Weiser down his throat, and threw his Palace Taihou.
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Chakravartin took two hits with Steel Gauntlets, then disassembled. Gamzee used Burst Movement and Master Acrobatics to avoid Erika. Chakravartin reassembles, and uses Spinning Death Palace Hands on Erika, who dodges. Chakravartin distracts them by consuming the
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while charging power for Palace Taihou Variation 2: Grenade. Erika draws Calibur X45.
Okay Gamzee, you're up. Holy shit was that nervewracking to write.
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